Shen Sihuan tore off the page, stuffed it into his pocket, and then took the lead in clapping his hands and said:

"Uncle, your daughter, son-in-law and wife must be very happy, because at least, you survived. If you live, your thoughts will live, and then they will also live in this world. Later, when Xiaole is older, you can tell him those living memories and tell him what his parents, mom and grandmother are like. That's nice. You have to work hard and live well. ”

The uncle looked at her in a daze, a line of tears rolled down, and he smiled and nodded. Everyone smiled and bowed their heads, and the atmosphere that was originally somewhat depressed was instantly dispelled by the invisible light of the Dao.

Even the king raised his head, his face seemed to be illuminated, and his expression returned to his eyes.

The next one was him, he held Jiang Tianche's shoulder and stood up......

The conversation went on for a long time, and after a round, everyone started playing games. At the end of the game, everyone hugged each other, patted each other on the back, and said, "You're doing a great job, keep it up." ”

By the time the meeting adjourned, it was sunset.

Wen Yan set up an open-air barbecue, and a group of people ate meat and drank together, sang and laughed, laughed and cried, and continued to eat and drink after crying......

On the stone bridge, Shen Xihuan faced the inky lake and spread out the crumpled painting. The black scratch is especially striking on the white background. With a flip of the palm, the paper drifted into the lake with the wind, and was instantly disappeared.

A row of warm lights hung on both sides of the bridge railing, the lights are like stars, comforting this lonely night.

Someone behind her draped a coat over her and gently pressed his palms on her shoulders.

She didn't look back and said, "Wen Yan, I just realized that we have all been wrong all these years. I always thought that if I didn't mention or touch something, the wound would have a good day. Actually, no, we should say it, not to mention that so many of us, not alone, should not cover our scars alone. ”

Chew those memories repeatedly, dry the wounds in the sun, vent, and miss, so that the people we cherish together in our lives can really live in our mouths and hearts. Until the pain dissipates, leaving only the good, warm parts.

Just like today's Wang Ye, he said that he dreamed of Ah Yue, on the beach, and he didn't remember the specific plot, but he was exactly the same as before......

At that time, the king was also smiling, not heartless, but laughing extremely moving and real.

Wen Yan was silent and said, "Is it really better to say it?" ”

She nodded.

Then, behind her, he talked faintly about the night of her grandfather's sudden death.

Wen Yan's birthday party ended late, Wen Li had a little cold, he lay on the bed and asked Wen Yan to help him get medicine. After taking the medicine, Wen Wei lay down tiredly, took Wen Yan's little hand, and said, why is it so cold?

Wen Yan replied that the air conditioning in the banquet hall was too low.

Wen Li let him lie down on his bed, covered his chest with his little hands, and then said the words that Wen Yan would never forget in his life.

He said, "Xiao Yan, is it still cold?" ”

Those were the last words Wen Hai said to him.

Later, Wen Yan fell asleep, and it wasn't until he got up in the middle of the night to go to the toilet that he found that his grandfather's chest was cold......

At this moment, Shen Xihuan and Wen Yan stood face to face. His eyes moved slightly, and he lowered his head as if to say to himself:

"The doctor said that it could be sudden death from overwork, or it could be a drug allergy, and it was not clear which effect came first. But it is not unreasonable for them to say that I killed me, after all, my grandfather held a banquet for me for those three days, and I also fed the medicine to ...... by myself."

Suddenly, Shen Sihuan hugged him, and his suit jacket fell to the ground and piled up at her feet......