The door is still the same door, the living room is still the same living room, and the studio is still the same studio.

The old scene is familiar to the eye, and it makes people's hearts surge.

It's been more than two years, and there hasn't been any change here.

Oh no, it's always a little different.

For example, in the studio, there are more paintings.

"These are all drawn by my father, and they are all drawn by my mother"

Xiao Xiao introduced it like a little master, but her expression was a little gloomy:

"My mother, who died in an accident more than two years ago, has not even found her body. Dad was sick for a while because of this. Later, there were many more paintings here. My mother is very beautiful Park teacher, do you say yes?"

Speaking of the little show-off at the end, it made Pu Xiang's nose sore, and his eyes moistened.

"Well, it's beautiful."

Pu Xiang responded gently and watched.

Look at them one by one.

The thoughts carried in those paintings almost overwhelmed her.

The first painting, painted during the Spring Festival of 2014, is titled: Missing.

On a large piece of paper, there are three pictures like this:

In the first article, eight-year-old Xiao Su Jin was sitting among the flowers, happily watching the wildflowers bloom one after another, and the corners of his lips were bent so proudly.

In the second article, the sixteen-year-old Xiao Su Jin was flying on a swing, his drunken smile fluttered lightly in the night breeze, and the stars in the sky were all overwhelmed.

In the third article, the twenty-six-year-old Da Su Jin is in the flower field, and he also holds a snow-white cat in his hand, which is disgusting and smiling, and is so beautiful and delicate.

The three paintings are lined up, and below, there is a beautiful small block letter, which is a representative work of the Qing Dynasty lyricist Nalan Xingde: Qinyuan Spring is fleeting.

Fleeting life, thin life, low how to forget the embroidery couch leisure, and blowing red rain, carving the bend of the place, with the slanting sun. The dream is so hard to stay, the poem is not continued, and it wins a deeper cry. The remains are there, and the spirit soars, and he is not allowed to look at it.

Re-looking for the blue is vast, the material is short, and there will be frost in the future. In the heavens of the world, the edge of the dust is not broken, the spring flowers and autumn moon, and the touch is still hurt. If you want to take precautions, you will be shocked and shaken down, and the two mandarin ducks will be really helpless, and they will make the sound of the rain and compose the intestines.

In this poem, Nalan mourns his death in the form of a dream, and his mood is extremely sad. He lamented the early death of his beloved wife, recalled the past love scene, and recounted the pain of losing his wife, his feelings were extremely sincere and lingering.

Under this painting, the artistic conception is so fitting.

She said softly, and her nose suddenly became clogged.

The second painting is completely fictional: Su Jin's long hair is high, Tingting is jade, and she is wearing a beautiful white wedding dress, which outlines her charming figure.

By the way, she was also holding an elegant bouquet of flowers, standing on the stairs of their villa, smiling smartly, her bright eyes flowing, and the beauty was unimaginable

There is an inscription below: March 26, 2014, Xiao Su, today, we get married, tonight, it is good for us to dream at night in the cave room

At that moment, there were tears in her eyes.

Fortunately, her expression was all covered by a mask, otherwise, Xiao Xiaoran would definitely ask: "Teacher Park, what's wrong with you?"

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On the third painting, the painting is a coffee shop where we first met on a blind date, table No. 9 near the window, empty and empty, only two cups of coffee, curling with white gas, under the light, everything is silent.

There is an inscription below: The first anniversary of the blind date: Jing is still there, I'm still there, where can you remember our appointment, every year on this day, you want to come here to sit.

On the fourth painting, a birthday cake, a shadow he casts on the wall. Birthday candles are burning, flickering, shadows clasping their hands in prayer.

There is an inscription underneath: My birthday wish, Xiao Su, it's good to come back.

On the seventh painting, it is a virtual painting again: Su Jin has long hair and a light-colored cheongsam, looking at the newborn child in his arms with a gentle face, standing on the edge of the cradle

A large one, in the blank space, is a line of cursive, like flowing water, revealing a bit of madness, and it is another ancient noun of Nalan Xingde: The death of the dead woman in the golden wisp song has a feeling: 

When is this hatred gone? Dripping empty steps, cold and rain, funeral weather. Three years of long soul dreams, is a dream that should wake up for a long time. The material is also sense, and the world is tasteless. It is not as dusty as the night platform, deserted, and a sad place. The hairpin made a covenant and abandoned it.

If there is a Pisces in Chongquan. I know him well, and he has been bitter and happy all the time, and with whom he depends. I turned from midnight to side, and endured listening to the re-arrangement of Hunan strings. When it is over, he knows it. I'm afraid that both of them will have a thin life, and then they will be saved and the moon will be left in the wind. The tears are gone, and the paper is dusty.

The date is January 2, 2016, and it has been two years since the accident on January 2, 2014, but the longing is still so strong.

Pu Xiang stared blankly, really wanting to find a place to cry.

He misses it to the bone, it hurts to the bone, as if he is obsessed, he never forgets it, he is so stupid, so stupid that it makes people feel distressed to death

"Mr. Park, Mr. Park"

A tender, somewhat distant voice was calling.

Who is Mr. Park

She's also become stupid, stupid

She only knew that she was the one who died, and she couldn't remember who Teacher Park was

The hand was pulled at this time.

A warm stream of heat came over.

She looked down, a small hand held her, and along the little hand, she saw Xiaoxiao's confused expression:

"Mr. Park, what's wrong with you?"

Yes, now, she is Pu Xiang, the person in her memory, who is long gone.

"Oh, nothing, there's dust in the eyes, and this room seems to have dust"

She went and opened the window.

After the cold wind blew in from outside, her mood was a little better, and her mood calmed down, and when she looked back at Xiao Xiaoran, her expression had become calm, and she asked softly:

"Xiao Xiao's father is so good at drawing, why doesn't Xiao Xiao let your father teach you"

"No, Dad, he's too busy. Sometimes on Saturdays and Sundays at home, someone will look for them

"When he's free, he just wants to tell me stories, not paint

"Grandma said that Dad would only go in and paint when he missed his mother so much, and the more he painted, the more bitter his heart became

"So, I don't ask my dad to teach me, I just ask my dad to be the same as before, with a smile on his face every day

"You don't know, my dad used to smile at my mom

"Now, unless I tease him, he will laugh, and he will laugh very insincerely."

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bsp; The little girl drooped her head like a little adult.

These few sentences, like needles, pierce people's flesh.

Pu Xiang touched her little head and immediately comforted:

"When Mom dies, Dad will definitely be sad for a while, and when he has a new Mom, Dad will laugh again"

"But I just want Su Jin's mother, what do you say?"

This question really made Park Xiang unable to answer.

"Alas, Mr. Pu, you said, how can there be death in this world. My own mother is dead, and my Su Jin's mother is also dead, why should I die?"

Xiao Xiao is only more than seven years old, but she already has this feeling, which shows that the incident two years ago really hit her hard.

Pu Xiang didn't know how to comfort her, so he squatted down and hugged the little girl who had become a little sentimental

"Xiao Xiao, this world is like this.

"Birth, old age, sickness and death, that is the law of nature, because life is so fragile, it is precious, and we need to cherish it.

"Therefore, every minute and every second of ordinary life, we should face it well and do more meaningful things, so that when we are older and recall, we will feel that my days have not been wasted and I am not ashamed of myself"

For such an age, isn't it a bit too heavy to discuss life and death?

In this case, it may be indigestible for Xiao Xiao.

Look, the little girl looked at it in a daze, and she couldn't come back for a long time.

But another voice intervened in their conversation:

"That's a good point."

Pu Xiang raised his head, only to see Xiao Xiao turn around and pounce, and shouted crisply:

"Grandma"

It was Jin Yuan, who was looking at her with a pair of sharp black eyes:

"Hello, I'm Xiao Xiao's grandmother. I've heard you're good at drawing. ”

"Hello. It's not good at it, but I like to draw more, and I learned a little bit when I was a child. ”

Pu Xiang said softly, his eyes greedily staring at this amiable elder.

"It is good to be able to make my idiot fall in love with it and attract people from my family to teach Xiao Xiao to paint."

This tone fully shows her recognition of her son's vision.

"That's Mr. Jin carrying love."

Park Xiang replied respectfully.

"What's your name?"

Xiao Zhinan also walked in, staring at her with a slight frown.

"Pu Xiang."

She replied.

Xiao Zhinan stared at her eyes and asked lightly:

"Miss Park, now that you are indoors, why are you still wearing a coat and hat and not taking off your mask? Don't you think that's disrespectful?"

I don't know why, as soon as Xiao Zhinan saw these sunny eyes, he had a bad feeling:

I feel that the arrival of this woman may ruin my nephew's marriage.

Inexplicably, she was in trouble.

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