Wisps of light sneaked from the gaps in the leaves to a lovely and snow-white arm like a lotus root, and Mu Xiyan poked at the light boredly, and poked again, hoping that everything would go well today.

At the end of Chengjiawan is a milky white retro wrought iron door, and the door flower is made of four gentlemen of plum, bamboo, chrysanthemum, and orchid, and a thick and ancient atmosphere is coming from a distance.

Every time Mu Xiyan saw this door, he felt the breath passed on, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart, he really deserved to be the Cheng family that has been inherited for thousands of years.

This wrought iron door not only carries the façade of the Cheng family's long history, but also an unbridgeable gap in Cheng Yuhui's heart.

Ten years, a whole decade.

In the past ten years, the vicissitudes of life, from a girl to a woman, from a family of two to a family of three, the only thing that has not changed is to stand in front of this wrought iron gate on the first day of the new year every year.

The past came to her heart, and suddenly Cheng Yuhui burst into tears, how could she be reluctant? Behind this wrought iron door, she witnessed all the joyful tears of her childhood and girlhood, and witnessed all her growth, how could she be willing to give it up in the first place?

"Mom. Mu Xiyan pulled her mother's hand and said, "You bow your head." ”

Although Cheng Yuhui didn't understand what her daughter was going to do, she still put away her sad emotions and lowered her head and asked, "What's wrong?" ”

Mu Xiyan stood on tiptoe, wiped away the tears on her mother's face, and said in a milky voice: "Mom, don't cry, crying Yan Yan is distressed." It doesn't matter if your grandparents don't see us, Yan Yan loves you, and Yan Yan wants to give you a lot of love. ”

Cheng Yuhui let tears flow down her cheeks into the corners of her mouth, and she said with a smile: "Mom doesn't cry, mom has a lot of love for her little baby, and she will become very brave." ”

Han Yifan, who was standing not far away, looked at this scene and wiped the corners of his eyes without a trace, and walked in with a smile: "Let's go!" After a few steps, click on the security lock of the wrought iron door and brush your face for verification.

After a while, Mu Xiyan heard a mechanical voice, "Face verification passed" As the words fell, the wrought iron door that had been confined to them for five years slowly opened automatically.

Mu Xiyan grabbed his mother's sweaty palm, and followed Han Yifan through the many twisting and winding paths to a Biwa Zhu Yong building.

If he hadn't clearly known that he hadn't fallen asleep, Mu Xiyan would have thought that he had traveled through the era of thousands of years of antique and thick history.

Cheng Yuhui looked at the closed vermilion door in front of her, and her heart was bitter.

If you want to brush your face and unlock the lock, you must contact the owner first, and with the consent of the owner, you must verify that every inch of the muscles, texture, and pores of the face are consistent with the inclusion in order to pass the verification.

"Little one, do you remember the picture I showed you?"

Mu Xiyan retracted his gaze and nodded obediently. The doors of the houses they lived in on the left and right were open, but the scarlet gate in front of them was closed.

The meaning is obvious, closed doors.

Han Yifan squatted down, touched the top of Mu Xiyan's hair with a smile, and continued to explain: "Remember to call someone later, your grandfather has a bad temper, let's be more patient, okay?"

Mu Xiyan continued to nod like a chicken pecking rice, but she raised her head and sighed softly in her heart, the milk doll is so melancholy!

Han Yifan stood up satisfied, the good child was more endearing than the bear child, seeing Cheng Yuhui's complicated expression on the side, he sighed and stepped forward to pat her shoulder: "This level will have to be passed sooner or later, not today but also later." ”

Cheng Yuhui glanced at him, and stopped talking.

"Don't worry, I'm here. Han Yifan continued to comfort.

Mu Xiyan glanced at Han Yifan strangely when he heard this, this posture ...... How can there be a kind of stepfather's hurry?

As the minutes passed, the sun grew bigger, and there were still a few cool breezes in the early morning, and even if the wind blew at noon, it turned into a rolling wave.

Mu Xiyan looked at her mother kneeling in front of the vermilion door worriedly, since she rang the doorbell in the morning and there was no follow-up, Cheng Yuhui knelt in front of the door, refused the parasol prepared by Han Yifan, and knelt down all morning without eating or drinking.

On a June day, at noon, it was the time when the sun was the biggest and most poisonous, the ground was hot and hot under the scorching sun, Cheng Yuhui knelt straight on the ground, her face was red from the sun, her lips were dry, her clothes were already soaked, as if they were fished out of water, and the big drops of sweat continued to drip from her forehead, and the sweat droplets were evaporated when they touched the ground.

Han Yifan stood next to him with his fists clenched, and said, "Yuhui, drink some water!"

Cheng Yuhui shook her head, staring stubbornly at the closed vermilion door.

Mu Xiyan stood under the parasol that Han Yifan had prepared for her, staring at her mother's back worriedly, not knowing how long she could last.

Han Yifan is also worried that Cheng Yuhui is the youngest child and the only daughter of Cheng Cangsong and his wife, and she has been like eyeballs since she was a child.

Although Cheng Yuhui has experienced some twists and turns when she got married, she has never suffered hardships, like now it is the first time she has been exposed to the scorching sun, thinking of this, Han Yifan took a step forward and continued to ring the doorbell.

Faced with a long silence, Cheng Yuhui's body shook unconsciously, and Mu Xiyan, who had been paying attention to her, hurriedly ran out from under the parasol with water.

"Mom, drink some water. Mu Xiyan unscrewed the lid and handed the water to Cheng Yuhui's mouth.

Although the whole body was screaming with desire, Cheng Yuhui still shook her head lightly, showed a weak smile to her daughter and said, "Baby, you stay in the parasol and don't come out, I'll let Uncle Han Yifan take you to Chinese food." ”

Mu Xiyan lowered her head, but her forehead was already covered with fine sweat at this time, and her mother knelt here for a morning.

Mu Xiyan's eyes swept the closed vermilion door with complicated eyes and said, "Mom, let's go to dinner together!

Cheng Yuhui smiled, and just wanted to open her mouth to speak, when suddenly the world turned, and all her strength was stretched on the ground like a pump.

"Mom—"

"Yu Hui—"

At the same time, in the red wall of Devane, the lady who was more than half a hundred years old stared at the fallen figure in the LCD with teary eyes, lost her elegant demeanor and cried.

Han Yifan picked up the unconscious Cheng Yuhui and walked towards the parasol, Mu Xiyan hurriedly trotted over with a water bottle, put the chair she was sitting on flat and said, "Uncle Yifan, you help your mother lie down, and I'll feed my mother some water." ”

Saying that, Mu Xiyan unscrewed the lid and looked left and right, and saw the small spoon he had just eaten ice cream next to him and rinsed it, and fed his mother water in small sips.

Mu Xiyan, who was busy with work, didn't know that when she was doing this series of things, Han Yifan's eyes never left her.