There is always a price to pay for mistakes, and his indifference stabbed her heart. It's forgiven, but she also has to make some changes. Determined to put away his indifference and sincerity.

Trust is gone. You're not wrong, it's me who keeps making mistakes—

Too good for you.

The river is like a fire, there is infinite vigor in his body, and he can see the blazing hope and indomitable courage in his eyes, and Wang Menglai is a pool of quiet water, moisturizing things silently, slow and logical, as if he can tolerate everything with generosity, low-key and calm.

-In the warm sun and breeze in spring, the cold window and rain fall are dreams. -

The cedar forests in April are dense and noisy, and the birds chirp like waves, and birds are inevitably feathers, shells, and droppings, and the meadows are mostly those, but they do not spoil the beauty of the trees. Green enough to drown them out. Squirrels can sometimes be seen shuttling back and forth on the road, which must be lucky. The plants grow wildly, but they form a more brilliant green. When you are surrounded by the silence of nature, you will find peace of mind.

There are few vehicles passing by Yunbei East Road, and this is still 16 years. Roses were planted every ten meters on the side of the road, and they were in full bloom, like the cinnabar mole on his chest.

Wang Menglai loosened his sleeves and walked forward alone, Jiang He walking beside her.

She looked extremely calm, and there seemed to be a lot of hiding in those eyes. She was thinking, but Jiang He didn't know what she was thinking.

The sunny sky was approaching this time, and it seemed that he could touch it by standing on tiptoe, and if he could touch the clouds, he would definitely be able to touch the stars.

They walked all the way home without saying a word. Wang Menglai was reflecting on herself, while Jiang He was constantly sighing and looking at her.

Cheng's house was quieter than outside, Cheng Dali had already fallen asleep, Wang Zhishu knelt on the mat, praying sincerely to the Bodhisattva statue in the living room, and his voice couldn't help choking

"Our family Wang Menglai has always been well-behaved and obedient, not afraid of hardship, and begged the Bodhisattva to bless her to spend this life in peace, and the two children should be well and have few tribulations. I just want her not to be so lonely and want to find her a friend. Jiang He has always been naughty and enthusiastic, so he agreed to come over. It's me who is bad, it's me who is not good. This is the only wish I have in my life. Bodhisattva bless, Bodhisattva bless. ”

Wang Menglai stopped at the door, his eyes gradually moistened.

Wang Zhishu wiped a handful of tears when she turned around after kowtowing, and she saw them all. Hurriedly hid in the back of the house, leaned against the wall, and cried uncontrollably in his voice.

No matter what the two old men do, they can always touch the softness of her heart, and she can't help but want to give them all the goodness. But she is still too weak to repay anything, and can only make up for it little by little.

Jiang He's mistakes are all mistakes she has made, people can't be born perfect, that's all the experience gained after experience. Every word she said was not a joke, but she sincerely hoped that he would not take the detours she had taken and make the mistakes she had made.

Despite her efforts to suppress the sadness in her heart, a small whimper was heard.

Jiang He watched her sit on the ground alone, with her arms clasped around her knees, her face buried under her arms and crying. The body was shaking all the time. He couldn't do anything. She seemed to be used to it.

Before Jiang He came, Wang Menglai rarely cried. These days, seeing the two old people take more and more care of her, the more it looks like a home, and the softer their hearts become. Tears flowed more and more often.

He softly called her name, "Wang Menglai." ”

She looked up and saw him open his arms towards her. She wiped away her tears and tried to stand up, but her leg was a little numb and unsteady. Then he took her by the arm and helped her to her feet, knelt down on one knee himself, and finally took her into his arms.

At this height, Wang Menglai was just able to hug his neck, and heard Jiang He muttering in her ear, "Don't cry." ”

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