Decades of life are like a snap of a finger for Shang Rong, even if, for decades, he has never seen her again, but, on the contrary, he has the ability, just relying on those short good memories to survive these decades.

He has always known about her, imagining her as a mother, imagining her teaching her children with a strained face, and decades have not been tormenting for him at all.

Even, he wanted to beg for time to pass slowly, first begging the white hair not to climb up her hair, even if he hadn't seen her for decades, he was still afraid that one day he would receive the news of her leaving.

Time is a cruel demon, he lost the handsome appearance of his youth, and gradually lost his anger, and he sat like an ordinary old man, sitting there all day long in the Bulgarian rose garden that I don't know how many batches have been replaced.

This day has arrived, and in his last memory, the sky is gray and heavy, the rain is as fine as a needle, and he can still feel that the wind is blowing on his face, and it is ice.

It's just that the world in his eyes seems to have turned gray in an instant, he doesn't know if it's his own illusion, he seems to see her standing in front of him, bowing her head and smelling the fragrance of roses, her graceful figure is just as she made her fall in love with it back then, he seems to hear her straighten up and say to him, Shangrong, goodbye.

It's a bit of a pity, he has everything in this world, but he never owns her.

Even if when he was taken away by death, he smiled and loved her, and the world said that he enjoyed his life in this life, calling for wind and rain, but no one knew that for decades, he had been regretting and repenting with a lifetime.

He spent his whole life thinking about the various reasons for losing her, he only prayed that in the next life, he could meet her earlier than anyone else, and in the next life, she could still be moved by herself, and he would definitely hold her firmly.

In June, the acacia flowers are in full bloom, the night falls, the night breeze blows slowly on this sultry earth, in the wind, the fragrance of the acacia flowers comes to the nose, this is the intoxicating fragrance of flowers, but also the flowers that make people nostalgic.

Like a dream, the traffic in the old dream is different from the hustle and bustle of luxury in the 21st century, and here, everywhere reveals the antique atmosphere of the 90s.

Bicycles rode slowly past him, and the people on the car couldn't help but look back at the man standing under the tree, with a curious face.

In such an old county, when have you ever seen such a man in his prime?

Dressed in a black high-end handmade suit, black leather shoes can almost reflect all kinds of passers-by on the roadside, and a neat short hair is a linen color that does not fit with passers-by, it is obvious that this is a foreigner.

However, people have to admit that this is a very attractive, even very handsome foreigner.

"King?" Rong Er, who was a few steps away, walked to his side and looked at him a little puzzled, "Do you want to?"

The man just raised his hand and made a gesture, Rong Er stopped the unfinished words, and silently retreated a few steps away and continued to wait quietly.

"Is it a dream? Still is? ”

Shang Rong closed his eyes and took a deep breath, feeling the familiar air and the familiar fragrance of flowers here.

He didn't know if this was a dream or not, he only remembered that his life ended on the day she passed away, and stopped in the rose garden, but he never thought that when he opened his eyes, he could still see Rong Er looking at him with a worried face, telling himself what had happened.

Like a dream, not a dream.

If it was a dream, why did it all feel so real to him?

This is the hometown of the little one, and he knows that he only needs to take a shuttle bus to reach her hometown, Houkeng Village.