After so many years, Xia Qingwen still feels that only this house, which has the memories of the three of them, is like his home.

Back here, he could feel the beauty of life at that time, and felt that his heart was still alive.

Every year during Qingming, Ye Wan's death day, birthday, Xia Qingwen will take Xia Yexing to sweep Ye Wan's tomb, and return to the old villa after sweeping the tomb, and the father and daughter will stay here for a night.

In addition, when he usually misses Ye Wan very much, he will also come over and sit quietly here.

He seemed to be able to feel Ye Wan's figure in every corner.

Inadvertently, she would look back at him and smile slightly, and call him sweetly: "Husband." ”

That's enough......

This year.

Xia Qingwen and Xia Yexing's father and daughter still bought a cart full of white perfume lilies according to the usual practice, which was Ye Wan's favorite flower.

The two of them arranged the living room and room with lilies according to the way Ye Wan liked before his death.

She liked the vase, she liked the location.

……

The only exception is that compared to when Ye Wan was there, there was a large portrait of Ye Wan at home. She was wearing a snow-white dress, long black hair, crooked eyebrows and eyes, and a gentle smile, which was the most beautiful appearance of her in Xia Qingwen's memory.

Ye Wan in the portrait is still young, and at first glance, I thought it was a summer night star.

After all, the mother and daughter are too similar.

Xia Qingwen placed a large bouquet of the most beautiful lilies in front of Ye Wan's portrait.

"Wanwan, my baby daughter and I came to see you, are you okay?"

"I miss you so much."

“……”

Every time Xia Qingwen came, he would talk to Ye Wan's portrait for a long time.

Saying that he was tired, he sat under the portrait and looked at the people in the portrait in a daze.

Summer Nightstar looked at her father's sad appearance, and she knew that his father was missing his mother again.

She walked over, sat next to Xia Qingwen, looked at Xia Qingwen who was distracted, and then looked at the portrait, she was in a complicated mood.

For so many years, she saw her father's love for her mother, but she ......

Thinking of his heart knot, Xia Yexing couldn't help but speak, and said softly: "Dad, there is a question I want to know. ”

Xia Qingwen listened to Xia Yexing's words, and he muttered, "You ask." ”

"Hmm......" Summer Night Star pursed her lips and asked, "Dad, you and Aunt Die...... When did it start? ”

Xia Qingwen: "......"

When his daughter asked him this question, he woke up for a moment, but he was also a little stunned.

Xia Yexing said softly: "Dad, I may not have understood it when I was a child, but now that I have grown up, many things have gradually understood. ”

"But I haven't been able to understand this matter, since you love your mother so much, why did Aunt Die enter the door less than two months after your mother left, with Xia Duoduo in her belly. How sad Mom must be in heaven, you know Mom loves you very much. ”

Xia Qingwen closed his eyes and sighed.

He was not surprised to hear his baby daughter say this.

Like Summer Night Star said, she grew up.

In the past, Xia Ye Xingxing was small, and he never thought that his daughter would think about this problem.

But now that my daughter has really grown up, she is about to graduate from college, and it's time to fall in love. Some things are understood. She also knows a lot of things about the adults.

He couldn't treat her like a little girl who didn't understand anything.

However, there are some things that he really can't say, and he doesn't know how to say them.

(End of chapter)