Time flies, and in a blink of an eye, it is the fifth year, because I have already started the clinical internship and have to complete the thesis, and the time seems to fly by.

Grandma Li passed away. She walked peacefully. A month before leaving, Mori had just come back to see her. When she was sober, she would always tell the people around her that Sen was coming to pick her up and take her to Beijing.

It happened that Ye Yin was at home that day, and he had been accompanying Grandma Li during the day. She asked Grandma Li what she wanted to do besides going to Beijing, and Grandma Li said that she wanted to smell the sea breeze again. Ye Yin thought that when Sen returned, he might be able to fulfill this wish.

Grandma Li didn't chat with Ye Yin anymore, and she fell into memories. Ye Yin only looked at her taking a deep breath and seemed to be sniffing something.

Ye Yin guessed right.

Although happiness is short-lived, Grandma Li takes a deep breath and holds her head high every time she thinks about it, just like when she and that person first went to the beach and took a deep breath of the sea breeze. The man who was very handsome and even more handsome in a military uniform asked her why she was inhaling so hard? Smells. Smelly fishy? It smells good, I like it. Silly two.

There are no relatives in the local area, and Grandma Li died without a mourning hall, Rong and Ye Yin set up a tablet in Grandma Li's house, and the neighbors took the initiative to come to the vigil, which was the last time the people in this alley got together, because soon this house was going to move, and every family was busy packing up their things and preparing to move.

Sen rushed back the day before Grandma Li's funeral, and Ye Yin had been watching the mourning hall for a day and a night. Ye Yin felt like his heart was empty, and he didn't want to speak.

Sen smoked cigarette by cigarette, and the two barely talked.

The next day was the day when Ye Yin went to the field for internship and registration, and after sending Grandma Li, Ye Yin went directly to the train station.

The new home is far away from the old house, so strange that Ye Yin thinks he has gone to the wrong place every time he goes back.

Ye Yin carried Huzi, who was almost twenty years old, to his new home again and again, Rong originally wanted to keep it as his companion, but Huzi would always look for an opportunity to escape and stubbornly run back to the old mansion until the old mansion was demolished and could no longer find it.

Lost again and again, Ye Yin became more and more silent.

New buildings are constantly being built, and every street in my hometown becomes unfamiliar. The only constant is the river.

There are many sidewalks on both sides of the river, and the concrete floor is clean but stiff, making Ye Yin especially nostalgic for the land where footprints can be left. Every time she came home, she would go to the river, as if she was hungry and thirsty, and sometimes she would sit for an afternoon.

I still used to sit under the few paulownia trees by the river, and not look at the new things, as if nothing had changed. The bark of the tree resembles Hiko's hand, and Ye Yin's face is attached to it, and he often unconsciously bursts into tears.

Paulownia is surrounded by a large lawn with a "Do Not Trample" sign, but no one cares about it, and many people come and go.

Ye Yin was originally a person who was willing to abide by all kinds of rules, but she also chose to ignore the existence of this brand, this is her territory, her wanton and joyful childhood has been left in this place, come, it is her right, the right to defend no matter what the outcome is.

That day, she saw a very strange old man. He sat not far from Ye Yin, his well-maintained skin from the side made it impossible to tell his age, and his temperament also told Ye Yin that he did not belong to this place. Most of the people who came here had cheerful companions, and no one noticed him except Ye Yin.

He kept looking at the water quietly, and he didn't wipe away the tears that ran down his cheeks.

Ye Yin looked at him, for a long time, he noticed that someone was watching him, he turned his head, saw Ye Yin, and smiled a little at her. Ye Yin confirmed that he was really old, tired, and old.

Actually, he is not very old, seventy years old, ten years older than Lin Meiya.

At the age of fifteen she was a champion swimmer and a beautiful hibiscus out of the water.

But this calm river took her away forever.

Lin Meiya will always be a teenager in his memory, young and energetic.

He really wanted to talk to someone about Lin Meiya, but the girl in front of him was too young, and he didn't think she would know Lin Meiya.

Actually, he should have talked to Ye Yin, Ye Yin would tell him many, many things he wanted to know.

Perhaps, this is not a pity compared to the fact that it was a lifetime forty years ago.

Lin Meiya's father was his university teacher and a scholar who loved plants. They have always maintained the teacher-student ceremony, and they are also spiritual New Year's friends.

He is ten years older than Lin Meiya, and he doesn't think there's anything wrong with falling in love. The teacher is twelve years older than his mother. My wife studied with her husband after being born in a famous family, so she can not only speak fluent English and French, but also write poems and lyrics, and have a beautiful female celebrity, and the teacher often proudly says that his wife is a combination of Chinese and Western.

What impressed me was that Lin Meiya's mother embroidered a green Jianlan for each silk scarf and handkerchief. It was a precious variety that the teacher occasionally obtained from the depths of the dense forests of Yunnan, and Lin Meiya happened to be the birthday of that day, so the name was Green Orchid.

Later, Lin Meiya would also embroider orchids on each of her clothes. When she was young, she didn't like these so-called female red, the first embroidery was an internship in gynecology, in order to practice her skills, her teacher often said that a surgeon even a male doctor must have a pair of embroidery hands. Perhaps her mother's talent for this was born in her blood, and soon her orchids were embroidered as if they had come from her mother's hand.

But Lin Meiya's favorite is the sycamore. Her mom laughed and said it was genetic.

It is said that the French plane trees in Shanghai were first brought by Lin Meiya's great-grandfather.

He told Lin Meiya that the French plane tree and the Chinese plane tree have nothing to do with the botany, but Lin Meiya glanced at him, smiled coquettishly, and said, I like them all, their leaves seem to be ah, it doesn't matter if they are not relatives and me. The voice is soft and waxy, like the honey of the crown garden. So he no longer talked about any majors, only said what she liked to hear.

Yes, she loves to hear words. He remembers. Those words that belong only to the two of them.

He remembered very well that Lin Meiya joked with him, saying that Schopenhauer had said that botany was best studied by the lonely and lazy person who had nothing to do.

Naturally, there is nothing wrong with him at his age.

When she said this, Lin Meiya was sitting on a big rock, with a stream flowing leisurely under her feet, and on the sparkling water, Lin Meiya's exposed calf had a layer of water droplets, like cheese that had been put in the air for a while after being taken out of the freezer. He was stunned, not even realizing that she was joking with him.

When it comes to feelings, there's nothing sadder than laughing and talking.

Perhaps, after years of silent remembrance, it is worthy of those past events.

Ye Yin didn't talk to the old man again. She felt that sometimes comfort was harassment.

Every time she sits in this place, Ye Yin seems to be sitting on a time machine, she will not only think of Lin Meiya, but also of Grandma Li, Yan, Ping, and Sen.

Perhaps, the time machine is most willing to send people back to where they want to go to meet the people you love and love you.