The subtropical high pressure zone alternates with the westerly wind belt, and the mild and rainy winter comes, and the snow peaks of the Pyrenees condense. In the rainy and foggy December months, clusters of hardy flowers keep the Iberian Peninsula alive.

In the cemetery north of Barcelona, the tenacious green grass covers the graves, withering and regenerating year after year.

Ares and Flora hold the white chrysanthemum in front of the tombstone and listen to the Word of God.

Four-year-old Flora did not understand the priest's teachings, she was already tired, and stood still for some time, and Ares stroked her long black hair and asked her to put a slight weight on him to lighten the load.

Flora subconsciously rubbed her brother's hand with her head, and after feeling the warmth, she put her tender little face up again, and asked her brother to warm her skin that was cold by the mist.

Ares turned sideways to block the cold wind for her, and helped her renew the white flower on her chest.

The little thing smiled shyly, and continued to have a serious bun face, listening to the holy words in a daze.

Su Qingjia looked at her staggered but serious appearance, and looked sideways, Carlos was also looking at Flora and Ares with a smile, the two looked at each other and smiled, and clenched each other's hands.

On the tombstone, Sister Rosa smiled kindly and kindly, her eyes sparkled with wisdom, and the black-and-white photographs set her years in the years most memorable.

It's still the year Carlos and her first met.

Twenty-three years have passed, and they have started as strangers who don't know each other, moved towards love, formed a family, and had children.

And Sister Rosa passed away after the last twelve months of the season.

She died in the coldest winter in Barcelona, with deep snow in the Pyrenees.

Death is announcing her countdown. At that time, she couldn't hear it at all, the smell of ** diffused from her body, and she couldn't see any expression on her wrinkled face, but a smile flashed in her eyes.

Her funeral was simple.

With no relatives and no children, Mother Rosa had just a group of orphans that she had raised with her own hands.

The priest summed up her ordinary and extraordinary life: "...... Mother Rosa gave all her love to her children, and she taught them that even if they were abandoned, there would still be people in the world who would treat them gently. She taught her children love and hope, and these loves and hopes were exchanged for greater surprises, small love and big love, and she was a great nun. Please forget the pain of her death, the taste of her own food, and the piety with which she prayed......"

At the end of the priest's eulogy, the mourners offered white chrysanthemums with long stems, layer by layer, in front of the tombstones, stretching out like a pure white staircase to heaven.

Sister Amparo led the young orphanage children to sing, her young voice small and solemn.

Carlos sang along.

Sister Amparo's sideburns were also stained with gray, her dark green eyes were quiet and peaceful, and her face overlapped with that of Sister Rosa, who was the same age on the tombstone, like a wheel of fate that never stopped.

"What's Daddy singing?" Flora asked quietly, cocking her neck.

Su Qingjia scratched her nose and replied, "I'm singing "Memorial Song". Flora was too young to understand the meaning of the words, and Su Qingjia explained, "Dad is thanking Sister Rosa. ”

Flora nodded incomprehensibly, and hummed along to the tune of the piece, intermittently blending with the voices of the rest of the people, drifting through the rain and fog and drifting far, far away.

As the rain began to fall, Ares and Carlos held up black umbrellas to shield the mother and daughter from the droplets.

At the end of the ceremony, Eva and a group of children presented their bouquets. Eva had a successful heart surgery and is now a trainee doctor who often returns to the hospital to volunteer.

The bouquets sent by the children were not uniform in color and shape, and they were picked by themselves.

Carlos at the end, he took the family to bow together and put white chrysanthemums.

Flora walked up in small steps, smoothing the green leaves on the long stalk with her chubby hand, and then carefully placed it on. She looked at her brother and then at the old nun in the photo, and pulled out a handful of cherry-flavored lollipops from the pocket of her tweed dress.

She loves this flavor the most, and usually puts a lot of it around.

Ares was a little surprised, and touched her long black hair again, the same blue-gray eyes were full of smiles, and he took out his lollipop and put it in Flora's hand: "Doll, these are also for you." ”

Flora bit her lip with her hand full of orange-flavored lollipops: "Will Sister Rosa like this taste?" Her tone was simple, cute and warm.

"Yes." Carlos and Su Qingjia squatted down and pressed to her ear: "Sister Rosa, the gift from Flora, will like it very much." ”

Flora nodded, bent down and placed another package of lollipops on the side.

Ares helped with the umbrella as she moved, and as he grew older, he became silent and responsible.

Flora turned and threw herself into her brother's arms, and Ares picked him up, holding the umbrella in one hand. Years of exercise made him taller than the average boy of the same age, and Flora wrapped her arms around his neck and shouted, "Brother." ”

"What's wrong?" Ares asked.

Flora took a small handkerchief from her pocket and wiped the water from her shoulders and hair.

The sparkling drops of water hit his golden hair like the glitter of a diamond.

Ares pressed her cheek to hers and kissed her tenderly.

Carlos looked at the tombstone in silence for a while, and the smooth marble tablet could not retain standing water.

Su Qingjia took out a lighter, and the orange flames burned a photo of their family of four.

Before her death, Sister Rosa once mentioned that she wanted to treasure a photo of them, but she didn't expect everything to change so quickly.

Carlos stood up, put his arm around her waist, and watched as the flames grew larger and smaller, and finally the ashes mixed with the rain disappeared into the grass.

"Did you think it would go over there?" Carlos pursed his lips.

"Yes." Su Qingjia looked at him.

The dew rolled on the white chrysanthemum, and Carlos took a deep breath, took her around, and walked towards the exit of the cemetery.

Carlos took his ignorant little daughter from his son's arms and took her in his arms, his chest was much wider than Ares's, and Flora's whole body was shrunk into a ball, and her little head was pressed against her father's neck.

"Dad, Mother Rosa won't tell me stories in the future." She asked, dumbfounded.

She had been to the orphanage a few times, and when Sister Rosa was well, she would speak the Bible in the classroom, and the vivid language made Flora listen to it as a story.

Carlos shook his head and said, "No." In the face of his daughter's childish words, he didn't know how to state this sad fact to her, so he could only look at Su Qingjia.

Su Qingjia continued with his words: "No, Sister Rosa will become a star in the sky and tell stories to Flora in her dreams. ”

"Oh, Flora knows." Flora looked at Ares excitedly, "It's the little star, the little star in my brother's room, and they'll tell Flora the story of the little prince, right, brother?" ”

Ares was stunned and nodded with a smile, "Yes, the little star in my brother's room will protect Flora and tell her stories." ”

He quietly glanced at his father's height and shoulder width again, compared himself to himself, and secretly lowered his head.

"You'll grow as tall as your dad in the future." Su Qingjia smiled.

Ten years on, the little boy who destroyed Carlos's carefully selected roses at birth has grown up, and his successful father is both his role model and his competitor. Of course, the foundation of all this is based on the fact that this powerful father did not always talk about the ugly photos of his childhood.

When Ares was one year old, Carlos took many funny and cute photos, which are still widely circulated in many inventories and forums.

And for Ares, it's a shameful nude photo.

But other than that, Carlos is still a good father.

Outside, he is a famous Barcelona star, a five-time World Footballer of the Year winner, and has only a handful of defeats; Inside, he has been loving and loving his wife for ten years, and he is considerate of his children, like a father and a friend.

He rarely leaves his family behind, which gives Rarity and Doll a full pair of loves.

One for them to learn to be responsible, and the other for them to learn to be gentle.

At last year's Ballon d'Or, he took his son to the podium, picked up the trophy from the president of the newspaper, and gave it to Rarity as an early birthday present, with Ares' name engraved on the nameplate.

At that moment, Ares suddenly felt the brilliance of his father.

He's working in that direction.

"I will." He said firmly to Su Qingjia.

Carlos glanced at the little boy beside him, was silent for a while, took out a handful of lollipops from his pocket and gave them to Flora, and took out an orange-flavored one from another pocket and gave it to Ares.

He doesn't like oranges, but Rarity does, and he'll prepare them for them.

"That's a lot!" Flora's eyes were shining, "But Flora can't finish eating, it's too much." Just one, just one. She held one up, a smile of satisfaction.

What an easy little fool.

"It's all yours." Carlos poked her in the face, "You gave the nun lollipops, these are for you." Because you've done something right. ”

Ares was not polite, took it directly, and helped his sister to collect it: "Brother will help you collect it first, can you take it from your brother?" ”

Flora squinted and smiled and nodded.

Su Qingjia helped her tear open the package, and the doll stretched out her little tongue and licked it again and again.

The rain stopped.

Ares put away his umbrella and shook the droplets.

The Ebro River, which flows through the cemetery, overflows and meanders into the distance.

"Daddy, there's a beautiful yellow flower!" Flora pointed to the side, her eyes beaming.

Flower branches hang by the walls of the cemetery, and new shoots are revealed.

The winter cold didn't let it retreat.

Su Qingjia stroked her hair: "Yes, it's called Yingchun Flower." ”

"Is it because spring is coming?"

"Yes." Carlos smiled and kissed her forehead, "Spring is coming." ”

Life is full of expectations.

As long as you don't give up.

The author has something to say:This article is finally over here.,Posted on January 29.,It's still a winter night.,I didn't expect the keyboard to stretch this story very long.,Long spread to August 29.,Sleep will immediately change the label from serialized to completed.。

Thank you all for the wonderful seven months □□ Juejue, and thank you for the twenty-three years you spent with Carlos Su Qingjia, from beginning to end.

This is a story I love, and I hope it has warmed you too.

Hopefully, you'll meet your own Carlos, who will be nice to you alone, special, special.

Finally, we'll see you in the next article—

"Confession Guide for Engineering Students"

Qin Zhan confessed for the first time, Gu Xinyi dropped the love letter into the water;

Qin Zhan confessed for the second time, and Gu Xinyi accidentally fell to the bottom of the pit;

Qin Zhan confessed for the third time, and Gu Xinyi's computer was sent for repair;

……

After ten inexplicable confession failures, Gu Xinyi had the audacity to block Qin Zhan in the corridor.

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After being with Qin Zhan, Gu Xinyi discovered that this "21st Century Pauli" in the eyes of everyone seemed to be hiding a great secret-

His personal signature actually is: I have been secretly in love for many years, and once I flew into the sky.

Gu Xinyi: Σ(?°?△?°|||) ︴

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When proposing, Gu Xinyi asked a cheesy question: "How long will you love me?" ”

Qin Zhan gave a not cheesy answer at all: "...... Love until the gray wolf eats the sheep in the sheep village! ”

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A confession guide for engineering students, taking you to unlock a new posture for flirting girls

Different people, same warm stories.