In January, Lan Qingchuan received a postcard from Han Luochen and a small package. It was scribbled in French, "All the best." "Inside the package were a few dried lavenders, carefully packed in sachets.

A week later, he received another one, this time in a different place, and sent a letter with it, "I'm in Hallstatt, where every house has flowers. I was amazed that none of them had pollen allergies. "There was a string of small bells inside the envelope.

Every other week, he would send letters on time, this time saying, "I'm in Manarola, Italy." The town is above the sea and high mountains, and the houses are colorful. "He seemed to like it there and sent a picture. There is only the scenery in the photo, not him.

He has traveled a lot of places, carrying his bags without a purpose, and he has left a memorial in every place he went. Half a month after this, Lan Qingchuan suddenly didn't hear from him. She looked carefully at the things he sent, hesitated to ask Luo Jie for his number, but when she called, no one answered.

She began to worry.

At the end of the month, he finally got the news, "I'm in the Aegean Sea, and I'm sitting next to a couple eating a bad taste of yogurt. Attached to the back of the letter was a piece of paper with a crying face made of shells glued to it, "I lost my luggage and have to stay here for half a month." ”

His tone was relaxed, Lan Qingchuan relieved his heart, folded the letter and put it back.

She didn't know what was going on on his side, where the Spring Festival was being celebrated. Today is Chinese New Year's Eve, Lan Qingchuan pushed open the floor-to-ceiling windows and stood on the balcony to watch the fireworks in the distance. There are festive Spring Festival couplets pasted on the window, which were hung up with the help of the maid a few days ago. Her leg injury has not yet healed, and although she can walk, her movement is limited. It was such a lively festival, but her villa was quiet, and the housekeeper and the servants who stayed behind were making dumplings in the kitchen.

Fang came over at midnight, and the father and daughter sat opposite each other on the big long table, eating dumplings in silence.

"Mrs. Ling invited you to her house for the holiday, why don't you go?" Fang Yuzhong has the same taste as her, and eats dumplings without the slightest sauce. He took a sip, his tone cold.

"I'm afraid I'll disturb them." No matter how close the relationship is, it is still an outsider in the end. They are such a huge family, she is really gone, what kind of person is she?

"Come with me tomorrow and visit your grandfather and grandmother." He added, "If you're too bored by yourself, just come back in two days." ”

She nodded, no objection.

The grandparents' house is big and warm, the house is as warm as spring, and the elderly sit on the sofa to watch the Spring Festival Gala. Fang Yuzhong went to rest early, and they didn't care, pulling her to chat about family life. She ate rice cakes and called her grandfather again. It was still afternoon in France, and my grandfather was still in his study, and she heard him flipping through the newspaper.

She took the water cup to the water purifier to pour hot water, holding the warm cup, she said in a low voice, "Ah Gong, I miss you." ”

There was a long sigh.

The next day, Fang Yuzhong flew back to S City, and she stayed here alone for another two days until Fang Yuzhong sent an assistant to pick her up. Her grandmother was very reluctant to let her go, and felt sorry for her foot injury, so she gave some words before leaving, telling her to recuperate and pay more attention. She nodded her head in response.