The old horse felt like he was dreaming, a sweet dream that he never wanted to wake up, a dream that he had been looking forward to for many years. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Everywhere they walked forty years ago, he would tell her stories, stories that belonged only to them, the alleys, the cats, the pianos, the oak trees, and the mother......

He completely went back to the past, it seemed that he had never been here in the past forty years, and in a trance he felt that he was still that ignorant teenager, because the Xiaoya in front of him was still the same Xiaoya, her innocent smile and black grape-like eyes were the same as before.

The old horse was drunk, more intoxicated than the mellow wine, and at the door of the Trinity Church he pulled her and gently pushed open the new black lacquered wooden door that was concealed.

The dilapidated church had long since been renovated, the colourful glass windows were as bright as crystal in the sunlight, and the furnishings in the empty hall were spotless.

Everything seems to go back in time, the eternal vivid Améa in his life is by his side as before, at this moment time and space are staggered, the old horse does not know whether he is in the past, or in the present?

"Ma Weiguo, are you willing to marry Ameya as a wife, love her, comfort her, respect her, and protect her as you love yourself. Whether she is sick or healthy, rich or poor, she will always be loyal to her until she leaves this world? ”

At this time, Ma Weiguo, who was no longer young, pretended to be an old pastor and spoke, and his deep voice echoed in the church.

"I do!" Ma Weiguo resumed his voice and replied firmly and forcefully, his eyes full of brilliance.

"Ameya, are you willing to marry Ma Weiguo, love him, comfort him, respect him, and protect him as you love yourself. Whether she was sick or healthy, rich or poor, she remained loyal to him until she left this world? ”

Ma Weiguo once again pretended to be a priest's old voice and asked.

But for a long time, Ma Weiguo didn't hear what he expected to hear.

Ma Weiguo once again pretended to be a priest's old voice and asked, "Ameya, are you willing to marry Ma Weiguo as your wife, love him, comfort him, respect him, and protect him as you love yourself." Whether he is sick or healthy, rich or poor, he will always be loyal to him until he leaves this world? ”

He looked back expectantly, but what he saw was the girlish woman looking at him with black grape-like eyes.

The old horse's heart was instantly broken, and he finally understood that it was just a dream, a dream that he had woven himself, but this dream would eventually wake up.

The old horse closed his eyes, and a line of tears flowed silently from the corners of his eyes......

"Weiguo, what's wrong with you?" Xiao Ya looked at him at a loss.

"Xiao, Xiaoya, it's nothing, it's just that I remember a lot of things from the past......"

"Weiguo, in fact, I understand your mind, and I can understand what you say, but my mind is still blank, I hope that one day I can go back to the past with you. Patriotic country, can you understand what I mean? ”

Ma Weiguo could only nod helplessly and sourly.

In any case, these days, the old horse has almost forgotten all the troubles of life, just as he returned to forty years ago, his face gradually became rosy, and he seemed to be healthy and light.

In the dead of night, stroking the thin piece of blue card left by his mother, Lao Ma always sighed in his heart that the years were quiet.

On such a day, Xiaobai came, he came to visit his father, and he was always worried about his father.

It's just that he was stunned by what he saw!

In the thin mist, a fairy in a white dress and a white dress is singing with a hundred birds, the lyrics are jerky and difficult to understand, but the song is tactful and soft, as if from nature.

In the morning light through the mist, a big bird wearing a golden crown and golden wings spread its wings from afar, and the big bird that flew closer and closer was shrouded in golden light, and it flew up and down around the fairy with a graceful dance.

The colorful larks, larks, thrushes, and nightingales that stood on the branches of the old trees shook their heads and sang one after another, and danced behind the big golden birds, and the fairies frolicked and sang happily with the birds, and no one noticed the stunned little white.

Xiaobai came on an early flight, and when he entered the house, he was attracted to the terrace by this wonderful singing, and he was overwhelmed by this dreamy scene.

The fog slowly cleared, the sun began to shine on the earth, the big golden birds spread their glittering tails and flew towards the distant sea, and the birds chirped into the dense trees, leaving only Xiaobai and the fairy on the terrace.

"Who are you??" The fairy found the stupid and stupid little white.

"I, I'm Xiaobai......" Xiaobai replied stupidly.

"You are the son of the Patriotic Nation?!" The fairy came to Xiaobai as she spoke, her skin was as white as jade, under her long black eyelashes was a pair of clear and moving eyes, and her lips were red and white in her cherry mouth.

How could such a woman come from the world?

Xiaobai's side has always been full of beautiful women, but today he finally understands what it means to be a "vulgar powder", this woman who seems to be no more than eighteen years old is like an orchid in the hollow valley, a wisp of fragrant snow in the harsh winter, who is she?

She is like a fairy who has stepped down from the picture of an ancient lady.

"Xiaobai, why didn't you come to say hello?" The old horse was already standing behind Xiaobai at some point.

"Oh, oh, Dad......" Xiaobai didn't wake up as if he was still in a dream.

Lao Ma saw Xiaobai's embarrassment.

"Xiaobai, this is, this is Xiaoya......" Lao Ma was going to say Aunt Xiaoya, but Xiaoya in front of him was clearly a young girl, and it was Lao Ma who was embarrassed at this time, how should he explain it to Xiaobai?

"Xiaoya, hello!" Xiaobai said hello casually with a red face, and hurriedly went downstairs, this is Dad's little lover again, right?

No wonder my father is so happy that he is not interested in everything in Shanghai Beach, whether it is a huge company or his son, he doesn't want to care about it, and his attitude towards Xuanxuan, it was really he who dumped Xuanxuan, it turned out that he hid here to have a new love.

The more Xiaobai thought about it, the more angry he felt, the more he thought about it, the more he felt that he was a wreck, and he forgot about Wanying's mother and son in just a few days, and he was still here worried that he was too sad, and he didn't expect him to be quite happy.

Xiaobai went back to his room, Aunt Lin shouted for breakfast and didn't come out, Lao Ma ignored him, and went out for a walk with Xiaoya.

In Tingtaoxuan in Shuzhuang Garden, Lao Ma always lingers in the piano museum.

There is an old handmade piano in Germany in the 18th century, Lao Ma's mother, the famous female pianist Shen Biru also owned, but it is a pity that the black and white keys mixed with a touch of scarlet drifted in the long river of historical sorrow.