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Qingming, misty rain in the suburbs, from the Jiang family's cemetery to the cemetery of An Lin An Yizai, the journey takes a full two hours.

Sitting in the passenger seat, Jiang Yien looked down at the two daisies in his hands, which were flowers that grew out of the gap between his mother's tombstone.

The rain wet the car windows, and her heart was also clouded.

"It's all my fault. I haven't seen my parents for so long. Grass is growing on the grave..."

An Xun looked sideways, felt a tingle in his heart, and his eyes became gloomy. After thinking for a while, he slowed down a little, and took care to comfort: "Where is the grass? It's a gift from my mother who knew I was coming."

Jiang Yien turned his head and was stunned, and couldn't help the tip of his nose sore.

Feeling that the surrounding air was a little more relaxed, An Xun continued: "Daisies symbolize hope, innocence, and love hidden in the bottom of my heart. They are the blessings my mother gave us. You have to keep them for me. I want to go home. Make them into dried flower bookmarks and put them in the book."

"I have a copy of that bookmark too, and there are two flowers!" Jiang Yien smiled, her voice still slightly choked up, then she lowered her eyebrows and looked at Daisy, as if she was looking at a gift, and murmured to herself: "Thank you, Mom. "

The rain was getting heavier and heavier. When the car stopped, there was already a layer of water on the roadside beside the green belt.Jiang Yien got out of the car with an umbrella first, and then went to the driver's seat to pick up An Xun.

There are many times more people in the cemetery today than usual, but it is not lively, except for the patter of rainwater on the umbrellas, there are crying one after another.

In his dim vision, An Xun saw a thin but tall figure standing in the rain, holding Jiang Yien's arm, his fingertips tightened, and his footsteps couldn't help but become heavier.

After pondering for a long time, he called out a little strangely: "Dad."

Xi Xian turned to look at them, and nodded slightly to Jiang Yien, with a deep smile in his eyes.

It was Jiang Yien who proposed asking Xi Xian to come. An Xun originally refused to agree because of face, but the girl said: "But we only have him as a father."

Jiang Yien was hesitant to change her words. After all, she was not sure that she had been recognized by Xi Xian. If she changed her words hastily, she was afraid that she would be cold-eyed and make everyone unhappy, so she kept the leeway for the time being and called calmly: "Uncle good."

Xi Xian received a call from Jiang Yien two days ago, suggesting to visit his family together.During the conversation, the girl told him about her marriage plan, future work and life plans, and also expressed some practical promises.In the girl's prudence, he regained the long-lost feeling of being a father, felt ashamed, and more grateful to the girl.

Because of this, he also noticed that this seemingly young girl spoke steadily and thoughtfully, just like the umbrella she was holding at the moment, was always inadvertently leaning towards An Xun, and his shoulders were wet a lot.Thinking of the immature appearance I saw in the restaurant a few years ago, I can't help feeling the passage of time in my heart.

But whether it's the reckless step forward, or the meticulous and considerate care in life, he can see that his daughter has met someone who really loves her and loves her.

He took out a key from his pocket and handed it over, smiling kindly: "This is the key to my residence in Florence. I heard from Xiaoen that you are going there for vacation." Then he looked at Jiang Yien and continued: "For so many years, I haven't Fulfilling the responsibility of being a father, I don't know if this can please you, are you willing to change your mind with Xiao Ai?"

His eyes were full of anticipation.

Both of them were stunned.

An Xun hesitated for a moment, finally took the key, and said lightly, "Thank you, Dad."

The bond between father and daughter never seems to be as delicate and soft as that between mother and daughter. Even though there are thousands of words in their hearts, when they meet, they are always silent.

In fact, An Xun had already let go of that encounter in the shopping mall, after hearing the helplessness from his father's apology.As a daughter, why doesn't she hope that her marriage can be blessed by her father, she is just in the way of expression.

Fortunately, in the phone call she was listening to silently, the girl expressed all the things she couldn't say for her.

Jiang Yien understood what An Xun meant, so he secretly breathed a sigh of relief, smiled with tears in his eyes and said, "Thank you, Dad!"

After the rain, the bouquet of flowers in front of the tombstone flutters with the wind. It is the lovesickness and blessings sent by the wind.

They got it.

Because Su Wen and Li Min didn't plan to take their wedding leave, they generously gave them the opportunity to sneak away this year. After An Xun arranged the operation at hand, the wedding plan was logically brought forward to this year.

In September, they dragged their suitcases and took two cubs with them, and embarked on a journey to Italy together.

I didn't get a direct flight from Qinghuan City to Rome, and I had to transfer in Amsterdam. Fortunately, the stay was not too long. Even so, the whole journey still took 21 hours.It is said that travel is the best test of friendship and love, probably because it is extremely tiring, and it is difficult for anyone to take into account the feelings of others.

During the four hours of staying at the Amsterdam airport, the two dragged their tired feet around a big circle but couldn't find the food they wanted to eat. It was either fast food or croissants. For two Chinese stomachs, it was a disaster.

In the end, Jiang Yien took the lead to make a decision, dragged An Xun to a fast food restaurant, ordered a piece of French fries, and two glasses of Coke.

"Sister An, sit here and wait for me."

An Xun was still a little dazed, seeing the girl running to the counter and speaking in fluent English, she felt at ease with what Jiang Yien had done, and gradually turned her eyes to the French windows behind her, looking at the vast airport scenery, tired Also relieved a bit.

Not long after, Jiang Yien came back with two boxes of instant noodles, with a smile on his face, pursing his lips.

"You... where did you get the instant noodles?" An Xun didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but there was a look of surprise in her eyes, the rich spicy beef aroma had already entered her nostrils, teasing her taste buds.

"I bought it at the domestic airport! I was afraid that the plane meal would be unpalatable." Jiang Yien looked proud.

An Xun couldn't help chuckling, and looked at the waiter behind the counter who provided them with boiled water with some embarrassment, nodded and smiled to express his gratitude.

After eating and drinking enough, the two cleaned up all the garbage on the dinner plate before leaving. After another six-hour flight, they finally arrived in Rome.It was already six o'clock in the afternoon when they landed, and they casually found a restaurant near the hotel to eat, but the taste was still not satisfactory, not as good as the instant noodles that the girl took out from her "universal bag".

In the evening, they held hands and walked near Piazza Venezia, walked along the outer circle of the Colosseum, and accidentally saw the Mouth of Truth in "Roman Holiday" through the railing.

The scenic spots are not the most charming, but the most fascinating are the ruins that can be seen everywhere, as if blowing the wind that has gone through thousands of years, looking at the glory in the destruction.

Jiang Yien held the camera and wandered around, occasionally staying on An Xun's side face, capturing her gaze.

The next day, they went to the Vatican Museum. Starting from the Egyptian mummy, they walked for four hours before finally reaching Michelangelo's masterpiece. Although their legs were sore and numb, they were still shocked by it.

Those are the "Genesis" and "Last Judgment" that can be recognized at a glance even by those who don't know much about the murals. Jiang Yien's almost wilted eyes brightened up again, and he couldn't help saying "wow" several times.

After leaving the museum, Jiang Yien couldn't help sighing: "Is this really the smallest national museum in the world? It takes two hours to walk around to see the flowers!"

An Xun chuckled and laughed at her: "Before someone came, he said that he didn't need to buy an elevator ticket to go to the cathedral. Well, we still have six hundred steps to go."

Jiang Yinen groaned.

Climbing to the top of St. Peter's Basilica, you can see the whole picture of Rome. Even if you buy a lift ticket, there are [-] steps to climb.When Jiang Yien was doing the guide last night, he swore that he was only at level [-], and that if he didn't buy an elevator ticket, he could climb up the rest.Who knew that after experiencing the "ravages" of the Vatican Museum, the [-] steps alone are as difficult to climb as a ladder.

The narrow passage can only accommodate one person, and the speed of rotation is as dizzy as spinning in place, and the two walls will tilt with the dome of the church.

The road is long and difficult.

An Xun walked in front and pulled her up, step by step, occasionally staying in the corner of the small window for a while, drinking saliva and moving on slowly.

Jiang Yien's heart gradually became firm from complaining repeatedly to staring at An Xun's back.

She thinks it's like their love along the way. It's hard to keep up with An Xun's footsteps, but An Xun will hold her and never let go, stay for her, and take her to the top. Difficult, but never complained to her, and never urged her.

So the moment she saw Tianming, her eyes were moist, and she hugged An Xun excitedly, her throat was choked and she was speechless.

She moved.

Not for the scenery, but for love.

On the bus back to the hotel, An Xun flipped through the navigation, and suddenly took her off the bus one stop earlier, and walked into an alley.Jiang Yien glanced at the map, and knew that this alley was the Pantheon Temple, thinking that An Xun was going there, he quickened his pace a little.

"It's closing soon, we need to hurry up!"

Who knew that An Xun stopped before taking two steps, and looked up to confirm the signboard of the roadside shop: "This is it. I heard that it is the best milk tea shop in Italy, and it is run by a Chinese."

Jiang Yien's eyes lit up, and he rushed in without saying a word.

Holding two cups of milk tea, he went back to the hotel contentedly, walking happily all the way. An Xun also considered that he didn't have the strength to find a restaurant, so he simply ordered a takeaway from a Sichuan restaurant and delivered it to the hotel.

Jiang Yien hesitated for a while, and asked her: "Sister An, you are already in Italy, and you still accompany me to drink milk tea and eat Chinese food, wouldn't it be a pity? Let's go to the Pantheon, and find some special dishes to try."

An Xun shook his head: "I'll go to the Pantheon tomorrow. There are plenty of special dishes to try. I'm so tired today, so I'll reward myself. Besides, I also want to eat Maoxuewang..."

Jiang Yien couldn't help laughing out loud.

As soon as he returned to the hotel, Jiang Yien asked An Xun to sit on the edge of the bed, took off her shoes and socks, then found a round and flat bag from the suitcase, and took out a foot soaking ball.

"Why did you bring a foot soaking ball?" An Xun was surprised, and looked around, not knowing where to find something to soak his feet.

"Sister An, look." She smiled mysteriously, and brought the round and flat bag, and when she pulled it, it turned into a drum.

An Xun's eyes were even more surprised: "When did you buy it?"

"You like to take a bath, but it's inconvenient to go out, and I can't move a bathtub. But soaking your feet is still enough!"

Jiang Yien smiled sweetly, went to fetch a pot of hot water, threw in the foot soaking balls, squatted in front of the bed, held An Xun's feet to test the temperature, put them into the warm water, and tenderly rubbed the acupuncture points on the soles of the feet Help her relax.

"Is it comfortable?" She picked up some hot water and sent it to her calf, pinched it, relieved some stiff muscles, and said distressedly: "It's been a day of walking, and you haven't complained. How can you not be tired? You don't usually exercise. no more than me..."

An Xun's heart softened, and his eyes melted into the girl's low-browed smile.

Tiredness turns into tiredness, but the joy made by interest far outweighs the tiredness. Moreover, as long as she turns around, she can receive water and snacks from the girl at any time. .

When I returned to the hotel, I took the bag from the girl and realized that the power bank was as heavy as a stone.

The crispy sweet heart finally made her unable to hold herself back and leaned over to place a kiss on the top of the girl's head, whispering softly:

"Thank Wife."

Jiang Yien's eyes were startled, and he looked up at An Xun in a daze: "What did you call me?"

An Xun smiled, and then repeated softly: "wife, baby, dear... I will satisfy you whatever you want me to call you in the future, okay?"

Then he helped the girl up, wiped her hands with a towel, let her sit down on the edge of the bed, and rubbed her hair: "Are you tired? I'll give you a massage later."

With a warm heart, Jiang Yien nodded, leaned on An Xun's arm, rubbed his head, softly and coquettishly: "I like whatever my wife calls me."

Even if the journey is exhausting, there is still love to dissolve it.

The next stop, they arrived in Florence.Xi Xian's residence is a small three-story bungalow in the city center, within an 8-minute walk to a concert hall.

On the 26th, Jiang Yien lured An Xun early in the morning to buy two tickets for the symphony. An Xun saw the familiar name of the orchestra, and his heart stopped for two seconds.

"This is the band my parents were in."

"What a coincidence!"

Jiang Yien deliberately pretended to be aware of it just now.

As night fell, the entire concert hall was full of seats, and every time a movement ended, there was thunderous applause.An Xun and Jiang Yien sat in the small private room on the second floor, enjoying the auditory feast.

Music has no borders, and it doesn’t need to be conveyed in specific language to make people feel uneasy. There are so many people present, they can’t even hear a cough. It seems that every pair of eyes is full of tears, and they have traveled far away with the music. place.

An Xun's heart fluctuated accordingly, sometimes loosening, sometimes tightening. Looking at the performers who were devoted to it under the light, they almost crushed their souls into the instruments.

She thought, maybe just like she loves Jiang Yien, musical instruments are the lovers of every performer.

So that's why my mother would throw a tantrum when she left the bow after practicing as a child, and why my mother said countless times, "Feel the music! Feel it!".

At this moment, she also truly understood her mother's pursuit, and understood that that woman also had her glorious legend.

She was a woman first, a brilliant violinist, and finally, a mother.

At the end of the concert, the performers returned after long-awaited calls. What was novel was that they abandoned the classic Western repertoire and played a song "Jasmine Flower" that Chinese people are familiar with.

At the end, they played the melody of "Happy Birthday to You".There was only one line on the telescreen which translated: "To all those born in September".

This was Jiang Yien's surprise prepared for An Xun with Xi Xian's help a month ago. It did not overly sensationalize, but hit An Xun's heart.

"Sister An, happy birthday."

She sent a small bouquet of hand flowers hidden in the windbreaker, and whispered blessings in An Xun's ear: "If it is difficult to be happy today, I wish you happiness even more."

An Xun burst into tears.

Recalling the day's journey, it was plain and happy. The girl took her to feed the pigeons in the square, lit two candles in the church, held her hand and ate ice cream on the street corner, and finally still had a good meal in the Chinese restaurant.

She knew that Jiang Yien deliberately did not give her unbearable joy, but took her to walk the path her parents walked in the past, to live the life that her parents experienced in the past, allowing her to cherish the memory of her relatives in the ordinary, and forget the pain in the happiness.

How could she not guess that the symphony was also a surprise planned by the girl for her.

At this moment, she hugged the girl with difficulty, cherishing it like a treasure.

"Thank you, Xiao En."

"This is the happiest birthday I've ever had."

Yes, she was finally no longer afraid of happiness, especially, no longer afraid of making this day happy.

Five years later……

A childish young man timidly walked to the door of the office of the deputy director of Ren Zhuo's thoracic surgery department. Seeing that the door was open, he took a peek inside.

The woman inside had gentle eyes, long hair scattered, and was dressed in casual clothes. She stood at the table and looked down at something like letter paper in her hand.I don't know if it's a doctor, but just looking at his appearance, he is calm and composed, with an extraordinary charm.

The boy looked at the door: "Hello, teacher, I am a new intern."

The woman looked back and turned around. There was water-like tenderness in her cold eyes. The subtle joy had not yet dissipated, probably because it was smudged by the lines in her hand.

"Doctor Jiang is undergoing surgery, come in and wait if you have nothing to do." The woman responded indifferently, with a gentle and warm voice.

As if being gently hit by the spring breeze, the young man couldn't help but paused and nodded.Seeing a woman who is obviously gentle, but still has a strong aura around her, people can only watch from a distance.So after hesitating for a while, he still chose to stand at the door, keeping a distance from the woman.

"Intern? Can you do closed-room drainage?"

A slightly energetic voice came from behind, the boy turned around and saw another beautiful woman.Wearing a white coat, slightly curly long chestnut hair in low bundles, clear and bright eyes, but with a mature taste that is not satisfied with the baby face, it is another kind of smart beauty.All of a sudden, he couldn't tell whether the person in front of him was 20 years old or 30 years old.

He had heard that the newly appointed Deputy Director Jiang had a youthful face, and looking at the badge, he was indeed his teacher.

"Hello, Teacher Jiang! That...closed room drainage...I..." He faltered and scratched his head in embarrassment.

Jiang Yien couldn't help laughing, looked at the woman inside and smiled, and patted the young man on the shoulder: "It's okay, I will learn slowly in the future, I will teach you." Then he immediately took the document from the young man's hand, and took it out of his breast pocket. The "pen that doesn't leak ink" signed his name in a cool and unrestrained way: "Go to the personnel department to report!"

The boy stayed there for another two seconds, then quickly bowed his head and nodded, before he left, he did not forget to flatter him: "Thank you, Mr. Jiang, your handwriting is so beautiful!"

This compliment hit Jiang Yien's heart.

The woman in the office read all this with a smile, tapped the letter paper in her hand, and asked in a tone of pleading guilty:

"Mr. Jiang, when can you stop your habit of making me make a fool of myself every other month?"

With the pity of the years, the 40-year-old An Xun's charm still exists, and the nourishment of love makes the cold colors completely melt into tenderness, and the bright eyes of autumn water are often full of seductive coquettishness.

This year, the 50-year-old Qin Shi finally became the vice president as he wished, and the 40-year-old An Xun was promoted to the director of the department as a matter of course.Jiang Yien created the second myth of Renzhuo, becoming the second "31-year-old deputy chief physician" after An Xun, which can be regarded as catching up with An Xun.

An Xun always joked that if Su Wen hadn't focused on the child, she wouldn't have taken advantage of it.Jiang Yien also counterattacked neither humble nor overbearing: "Cut! If it weren't for the big change in the thoracic surgery department back then, I wouldn't have let you take advantage of it!"

In fact, Quan Renzhuo is convinced, Jiang Yien's talent and hard work, and An Xun's teaching, her comprehensive ability is not inferior to Su Wen, standing on the shoulders of giants, she also far surpasses many seniors.

In the past five years, their love has gradually changed from tenderness to flirtatiousness, but what remains unchanged is meticulous love and protection.

Hearing An Xun's playful tone, Jiang Yi'en couldn't help feeling a little touched in his heart. He raised his eyebrows and went into the room, closing the door: "You fell out of the rounds again this morning? Why don't you have a long memory! I will be stuck in this room every month. It's in the folder!"

Then he looked proud: "Are you moved? Is your writing better this time than last month?" After finishing speaking, he closed his eyes and moved his face closer, waiting for the reward.

An Xun closed her eyes halfway, and pinched her nose: "Do you know that you really need to practice your handwriting? Fortunately, the students can still boast that I have taught you for three months just by the name. If you don't practice, It’s time to get back to normal.”

Although the mouth was disgusted, the hands still spread out the papers full of love one by one, folded them and put them in the envelope, waiting to go home and put them in the drawer full of letters.

Jiang Yien pursed her lips, hooked An Xun's neck and swayed, in front of her, she still had the same childishness as before.

"Who told you to be so nice? Before you got married, so many people liked you and wrote you love letters..."

As he spoke, his eyes became a little more serious: "Sister An, since you are 'weak water for three thousand, only take one scoop', I can't treat you badly. After I marry you, only I will love you. If I do one point, I have to do one hundred points, one thousand points and ten thousand points... Only in this way can I make up for the love you deserve."

An Xun's heart was pounding.

Since their "broken mirror" reunion, the love and bonds the girl gave her have been sweet, and she has not felt wronged in the slightest.

After five years of marriage, Jiang Yien has achieved all her happiness and happiness.They visited many domestic historical and cultural museums together, and listened to countless concerts together. While growing their medical skills together, they also gradually improved their cooking skills and happiness index. An Xun even taught Jiang Yien the violin and calligraphy.

In addition, they also worked together to change a new house, opened the previously mysteriously sealed photo albums one by one, selected a few photos, put them into photo frames and hung them all over the wall.

There is also a golden gradient named Xiaoju, and the three-year-old daughter of Su Wen and Li Min often clamors to come to their house to see the cat.Jiang Yien often hugged the child to tease her and asked her if she liked aunt or godmother.

The kid was as glib as Su Wen, and every time he ran to An Xun's side to reach out for a hug, he held An Xun's face and said, "Mom said, Aunt Jiang loves godmother the most, and to please godmother is to please aunt. I like godmother the most!"

It often makes everyone dumbfounded.

Just like last night, under the careful guidance of An Xun, Jiang Yien finally wrote the plaque and hung it in the study of his new home. It only contained five large characters:

"Just like a dream on earth."

This home is the dream she shared with the girl.

Therefore, giving up thousands of favors and staying only for one person seems to always be accompanied by grievances, but An Xun's dedication is different.

She never felt that she gave up Ruo Shui San Qian for the girl's ladle of sweet spring, and she never condescended to think "I chose you, you should feel that San Sheng is lucky".

At this moment, looking at the lover in front of me, my heart is still beating for it, and the "childish illusion" that must be yours seems to really grow old with the years.

So she said:

"Silly girl, it doesn't matter whether someone else has scored [-] points or [-] points, it's not as good as you giving me [-] point."

Jiang Yien was stunned.

An Xun hugged her with a smile, and whispered in his ear without any ambiguity:

"My three thousand weak waters are all you."

The author has something to say: the problem of jet lag, I only found out that it was past zero in China after I finished writing.I didn't leave a leave note yesterday, I hope the ending of this long story can make up for this small mistake.

This story ends here.

There is a picture of the character set, in (Xiao Pang Tian Ben Tian).I don't have a clue about the extra episode yet, so I just drop it at will, and the cuties can leave a message if they want to see something.

Regarding An Xun, at first I really wanted to write an image of a "devil head", but in the end I still asked her to be persuasive, strict and loving.It was an accident, and it just happened to be what I love.

I remembered that when I was teaching music theory to children a few years ago, I also wanted to establish a majestic image. The result was a dialogue like this with the students when I said goodbye at the end of the semester:

I thought I showed the softness that was finally exposed and said, "I scold you every day, but you still hate me?"

The student responded to me blankly: "Huh? You never scolded me? Teacher T is the best for me. I still want you to teach me."

Well... I think this is also the reason why An Xunjue can't get angry most of the time.Before thinking about education, you must first understand the mood of the students, so that you can "moisten things silently".When my friends watched the first half, they commented whether An Xun fell in love too quickly. In fact, love did not know where it came from, but long before falling in love, An Xun also loved life like a child, and only then did the series that moved Jiang Yien at the beginning Be gentle.

As for Jiang Yien, she is like a child I love in my heart, her original intention is to create a perfect human dream to love her and heal her.She is not as brave as other girls, but she has a heart that can best experience pain, and at the same time, she also has the energy to shine.She will always be pure in perfect love, always believe in fairy tales, and bring her lover the best love.

Just like the intention of this story: "Don't force yourself to forget the pain, and don't refuse to be loved."

This is what I really want to express.

To myself, and to all "crippled souls".

In order to give this story a little more sweetness, I excluded worldly pressure.In fact, internal emotional entanglements are more difficult to resonate than secular external forces, and I am also happy for every difficult resonance. You are the girl who grew up wrapped in love that An Xun envied through the car window.

But if you are unlucky, you are also a child who can be deceived by a candy, let me hug you first.I hope this story can tell you that you are worthy of being cherished, and you are worthy of all blatant favoritism.

How I wish this story, more or less, healed you too.

Finally, I sincerely hope that you, who are affectionate and careful, can also meet a lover worthy of your love.

You have to get close to her, hold her tight.

If this story is lucky enough to touch you, the author of Little Transparent also hopes that everyone will give a gentle rating when it is finished, and recommend it a lot.

The next development essay is still about age difference, about two-way redemption.But the protagonist's personality and emotional style will be in contrast to Enai, which is a brand new story.

Thanks again for the little cuties for accompanying me all the way, and for supporting the original version. If there is a destiny, we will see you in the next story~