But Ren Ran was so sad that he couldn't act on his own terms.

"Even if you don't have to...... It's okay to convey it like this......"

Lonia whimpered and bit her lip with remorse, and Iris just hugged her silently.

"Madame really loves you-"

Indeed, the mother really loved Lotna.

Lonia and Iris didn't spend more than a week together. The mother's letter was finally completed, and Iris quietly left the house at the appointed time.

"You...... Are you leaving?"

"Yes, because a lot of people need my help. ”

"Aren't you tired?"

Iris shook her head.

“...... As long as I can help them, I will try to get there wherever they are. Because I'm a flower girl, Iris Havinfa. ”

If one day she needs this kind of help, will she be able to see Iris again?

In case, she died before she needed help. Even if she doesn't, will she forget herself then?

Thinking like this, Lonia didn't open her mouth after all.

Iris didn't look back when he said goodbye, just waved his hand at Lonia behind him.

A few months after Iris's departure, her mother's illness suddenly worsened and she died shortly after.

The last to accompany her were Lonia and her faithful maid.

Before closing her eyes, Lonia repeatedly murmured about her deep love for her mother.

The mother only nodded slowly, "Uh-huh".

On a quiet day in the silent spring, the loved one is gone.

After that, Lonia started to get busy.

With regard to the inheritance, after consultation with her lawyer, it was decided to freeze the property in the bank before she became an adult, and with regard to her studies, she hired a governess to teach at home — a land that she could not part with with her mother, and which she later obtained a high degree.

She never saw her father again. Although he was present at his mother's funeral, it was only a few words of exchange.

After her mother's death, the former guests continued to visit from time to time, but all requests for money were rejected by Lonia.

Although she didn't know exactly how her state of mind had changed, she felt that it would be fine.

After completing her studies, Lonia became a writer.

The income is not very high, but since there is no need for a maid, it is always enough to meet the expenses of food and clothing. She also started a small love affair with a young painter who had come many times.

She lost her mother at the age of seven, but she did not collapse from this point of view, but survived her grief and embarked on the right path in life. Therefore, many people asked her.

"Why aren't you knocked down by setbacks?"

Here's how Loña replied.

"Because my mother has always watched over me. ”

Lonia's mother is long gone. Her ashes were buried with the ancestors of her family.

However, Lonia said.

"My mother has always been guiding me and correcting my behavior. It's the same now. ”

There's a reason why she says this with a smile.

All of this is closely related to the week she spent with Iris Havinfa.

After her mother's death, Lona celebrates her eighth birthday.

A gift was sent to her.

It was a stuffed teddy bear with a huge red satin tied.

The sender is signed by the deceased mother, and there is a letter next to the gift.

"Happy eighth birthday, Lonia. Maybe you have to go through a lot of sadness, maybe there are too many things to work on for you to count. However, don't throw in the towel. Maybe you will cry because you are lonely and lonely, but don't forget that. Mom, I'll always love Lonia. ”

There is no doubt that the handwriting in the letter was written by my mother. At this moment, the figure of Iris Havinfa came to Lonia's mind. Could it be that this letter was mixed in with the letters she ghostwrote?

But that's not right. At that time, although my mother wrote many letters, they were all written by Iris. Could it be that the flower girl can even imitate the notes perfectly?

Lonia was so surprised that she went to the post office to inquire about the situation, only to find out that her mother had signed a long-term contract with her - every year on Lornia's birthday, there would always be a letter addressed to her.

She also learned that the person who wrote the letter was indeed Iris Havinfa, and that the letters she had ghostwritten were kept safe.

Lonia asked how long this would last, but the post office told her that they could not disclose it due to the confidentiality of the contract. But every year after that, the letters came in as scheduled.

Even at the age of fourteen.

"You're already a wonderful lady. Do you already have a boy you like? Your words and deeds are a bit boyish, so pay attention. I can't give you advice on your relationship, but I'll protect you from those bad guys. Even if she didn't, Lonia, who was much more reliable than her mother, must have chosen great people. Don't be afraid of love. ”

Even at the age of sixteen.

"It's almost time to learn how to drive, isn't it? Although it wasn't widespread a few years ago, you're sure to see more cars on the streets this year. If your mother can drive, you must be surprised! Mom used to drive a lot, although she was always stopped by the people around her because she couldn't drive well. All of them turned blue. This birthday present is to ask a friend to choose a car for you, I believe that her taste, the color of the car must match yours. The key was also attached with the letter. But it's probably already a classic car – nine years after all. Maybe it's dirty. Mom wants you to see the wider world. ”

Even at the age of eighteen.

"Maybe you're married? What should you do...... Being a young wife is hard. But if it's your baby, it must be cute whether it's a boy or a girl. Mom assures you. I'm not boasting, but raising a child is not easy at all. The things I did that made you happy and the things that made you sad, remember it and leave it to your children. Rest assured. No matter how uneasy you are, I will be there for you. Just like when you become a mother, I am still your mother, and I can complain once in a while. I love you. ”

Even at the age of twenty.

"It's been 20 years. It's amazing! The little baby I gave birth to has grown so big! Life is amazing. It's a shame that Mom can't see you grow into a beautiful woman, but I'm always watching over you in heaven. Whether it's today, tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, you're a beauty at all times, my dear Lonia. No matter what others say, I dare to pat my chest and say that you are the most beautiful and kind woman. Be confident. Take responsibility for society and live well. You can get to where you are now, and you must have been taken care of by many people, and it is also because this society is protecting you. You've got a lot of help when you don't know it. Next, in order to be able to repay all this, you have to work with me. Sorry for the lie. You've been working hard, and if I say that, you'll overdo it. Relax and enjoy life, my dearest. I love you. ”

Correspondence is still delivered annually.

Looking at the words written in her mother's handwriting, the voice that was about to be forgotten rang in Lonia's heart again.

At that time, my mother, even though she was sick in bed, insisted on writing letters, all for Lonia.

All of them, all of them.

In the future, I want to give my favorite daughter's birthday wishes.

The person who Lonia was jealous of at that time was actually herself.

"There is no letter in this world that does not need to be sent, miss. ”

Iris's voice traveled through time and space, echoing in Lornia's ears.

Even after I got married and had children, those letters continued to be sent.

In a remote area of land far from the city, there is a large mansion.

There lived a lady with long, wavy black hair.

Every day of the month, she would step out of the house in the early morning, look at the long scenery in front of her, and wait quietly.

When the sound of a postman's bicycle in a green uniform sounds, she stands up straight, her eyes shining.

The look that seems to be saying "are you coming, are you coming" must be very similar to the previous mother.

When the postman came to her house, he would smile and hand her the huge gift box.

The postman, who knows that he will give her a gift every year, will also send a warm greeting.

"Happy birthday, ma'am. ”

Her dark brown eyes were slightly moist.

"Thank you. ”

Then, at last, she asked about the one thing she wanted to know.

"Excuse me, do you know Miss Iris Havinfa?"

The postman shook his head regretfully.

"Miss Iris Havinfa is gone, and no one in Rootsville knows where she went, but she must be alive, for the flowers she sent have not yet died. ”

The postman then said goodbye to him. Lonia watched him go away, holding the gift and looking into the distance with a loss.

Tears slowly rolled down her cheeks.

With a smile and tears.

- Ah, Mother, do you hear me?

The person we spent that time with is still alive, and her flowers are still blooming.

It's a real delight.

It's so gratifying, Iris Havinfa.

"Mom!"

Hearing the call from the house, Lonia looked up.

At that moment she looked at the window between Lonia and her mother, and her daughter was waving to her.

She is a girl who is very similar to Lonia, and also has fluffy curly black hair.

"Is Grandma's gift coming?"

The daughter smiled innocently, and Lonia nodded at her.

"Well, it's here!"

She replied happily and waved at her daughter.

At home, her daughter and husband are preparing for her birthday party.

We have to go back quickly.

Lonia wiped her tears and walked in the direction of home.

As she walked, she thought.

- Oh, Mother.

You said that what you did made me happy, I should do it for my children.

I was really happy to hear that.

I always remember.

That's what I believe.

So, I'll do the same with you.

I don't know if it will be her this time.

But that's not an excuse to meet that person.

Although it is also one of the reasons.

But it's not all.

I also have thoughts that I want to express.

Even after all these years, I always felt that if she appeared in front of me, she would still be the same as before.

Such beautiful eyes and clear voice. She will also write loving words for me to my daughter.

Iris Havinfa is such a special person. Never disappoint the expectations of others.

Don't be shy if you see her.

Be sure to tell her in person, thank you, and, sorry.

Because I'm no longer the crying kid.

The person who gave her young self a warm hug, Ann Lonia will never forget.

I, remember.

What she looked like when she was there.

Sitting there, quietly, writing letters.

I, remember.

The man, and the smiling mother's appearance.

In such a scene, I think, I must be.

I will always remember it.

I wish she was still around, even once.

If there is a miracle.

I hope that the moment I open the door, I can hear a crisp sound.

"Excuse me, ma'am, miss, I'm a flower girl, Iris Havinfa. ”