Qiu Shiyun didn't believe in fate, nor did she believe that the will of heaven could not be violated.

As she got older, she became more and more convinced of these.

Perhaps many times, fate is predestined as early as the moment people are born.

No matter how much you struggle, when you are faced with a choice, which fork in the road you take, maybe the final destination will be the same.

Ouyang Wei was particularly able to understand Qiu Shiyun's mood, he hugged her shoulders and comforted: "Yes, I also think that everything is providential, if I don't get sick, we only come here when we send our daughter, where can we leave our work and come here to live thousands of miles on weekdays?" So, don't be impatient or discouraged, as long as the eldest brother is here, there will definitely be a day when we meet. ”

"Lao Ou, thank you for supporting me so much and encouraging me."

"We support each other and encourage each other, I am sick this time, if you don't take care of me like you, I won't recover so well." Ouyang Wei said with a smile.

"Isn't it the right thing I should do that, who makes us husband and wife? Husband and wife are birds of the same forest, and they can't fly separately when disaster comes. If I wanted to fly, wouldn't I have flown a long time ago? ”

Qiu Shiyun is grateful to God for allowing her to marry Ouyang Wei, during the days of his illness, she prayed countless times, as long as his illness can be cured, she is willing to let her live for a few years.

Qiu Shiyun calmed down, and after lunch, she began to paint portraits at home.

When Ouyang Zhen came back from school, she saw her mother's masterpieces, her mother always said that she was not good at drawing without talent, but these portraits were very good in the eyes of a layman, nose, eyes, lips, and even hair and ears.

The man in the painting is about 30 years old, and his appearance is somewhat similar to his mother's.

The bridge of his nose is high, his lips are not thin or thick, and the most attractive thing is his eyes that are indifferent.

Ouyang Zhen thought that if she met such a man with outstanding appearance and temperament on the street one day, she would definitely pay attention to turning back.

Unfortunately, my uncle is older than my mother, and he must be in his fifties now.

The appearance of people changes with age, and she doesn't know what her uncle will become if he is alive.

"Mom, are you drawing too young? My uncle should be older than you now, right? ”

"Yes, he's two years older than me." Qiu Shiyun is also aware of this problem, she tries hard to recall that the paintings are all painted by him many years ago, and after all these years of changes, she doesn't know what he will look like when he gets old.

"But it doesn't matter, it's just that the general outline hasn't changed, and it will be recognized." Ouyang Zhen comforted her mother.

"Good daughter, you are really my sweet little padded jacket." Qiu Shiyun and Ouyang Zhen touched their foreheads to their foreheads, and the two whispered affectionately.

Qiu Shiyun and Ouyang Zhen then went to the eldest lady's house surnamed Lu, just in time to sit down with her family to eat.

At a round table, an old lady and a young man in her twenties sat and a middle-aged woman.

"Why are you here again?" The old lady saw that it was Ouyang Zhen and Qiu Shiyun who entered the house, and she asked unnaturally.

"Mom, who is this?" The old lady's son, seeing the surprise flashing in Ouyang Hao's eyes, he hurriedly asked.

The old lady hurriedly explained: "They bought our grandfather clock, found your sister's watch in it, and then specially found it." ”