The tree in front of the door was green and yellow, yellow and green.

And now, it was yellow again, and a gust of wind blew, and the leaves of the tree fell with a rattle. Qin Xiaomao stood quietly under the tree, feeling the loneliness of the withered leaves on his face with the breeze blowing.

He is no longer the immature boy with big eyes and ignorance of the world a few decades ago, his mature face carries the indifference of Qin Yan in the early days, but he has a sentimentality that Qin Yan did not have.

He turned to look at the small courtyard behind him, where his mother, Wen Wen, was now saying goodbye to his father. He knew he shouldn't bother them now, but a voice in his back reminded him to go inside and take a look.

After today, he won't see his mother again for the rest of his life - even though his life is long enough, what's the use of that? The two women he loved had already left or were about to leave him, and the road ahead was destined to be lonely.

Qin Xiaomao walked slowly into the small courtyard, and then continued to walk towards the inner room with heavy steps.

The bedroom door was ajar, and Qin Yan still maintained the appearance of a middle-aged man decades ago, half-sitting on the edge of the bed, holding warm hands with both hands, and looking at her with his head slightly down.

Warmly say, you two should be what you are, don't deliberately grow old for me. Everyone has a love for beauty, and my love for beauty is to see that the two men I love most in my life can always be so good and handsome, which makes me feel proud.

When her hair was gray and wrinkled, she said, look, that old woman of my age can only hold an old man with the same gray hair and wrinkles as her, and I, with two little fresh meat by my side, how happy!

How happy!

At that moment, Qin Xiaomao really saw that there was happiness in the eyes and wrinkles on his mother's face, and even in the hair.

Qin Yan just smiled, looking at others with a smile, and looking at the warmth with a smile. But Qin Xiaomao found that his father's smile was tinged with a touch of sadness and reluctance.

When she first approached the warmth, it was like performing a task, and then she took the initiative to be together spontaneously, and then it became a habit to live with her, and now she has accompanied her through this life, and gradually become a part of her own flesh and blood. And when this part of yourself is going to leave you one day, you will inevitably experience the pain of torn flesh and skin.

And this wound can only be healed by time.

Qin Yan took out a hand from the hands of the two of them, and helped Wen Wen comb the white hair on her sideburns again, and then that hand stayed next to her face, caressing her skin and wrinkles inch by inch, little by little.

Even if she looks like this, she is still so white and smooth.

It's just that you've been asleep like this for two days, doesn't it mean that people have a return to light before they die?

I will still walk with you on the road after death, but before I die, please open your eyes and see me again!

Qin Yan knew that Xiao Mao was at the door now, and he also knew that he was waiting to say goodbye to his mother.

So, warm, please open your eyes one last time.

In the dark, Wen Wen seemed to hear Qin Yan's heart, although she felt very tired and wanted to continue sleeping, but subconsciously there was a voice in her heart reminding herself, Wenwen, you still have something to do, you have to wake up, and you can sleep after you finish your work.

Wake up, I have to wake up, I have something to do. But what?

Wen Wen slowly opened his eyes, and the first thing that caught his eye was a young face that was familiar to his bones.

She remembered that this was her husband, her husband who would never grow old no matter how young he was.

And she is a full one hundred and two years old this year.

She's so old!

The young man next to her was her son, and the old fellow, who was already eighty years old, looked like he was twenty years old.

Hehe, this world is really very unusual. And she experienced her own colorful life in this unusual world.

She's worth it!

"Qin Yan ......."

Wen Wen held Qin Yan's with her wrinkled dry hands, and then moved her lips, but she didn't know what to say.

"You........ Will you marry again in the future, right? ”

Hearing this, Qin Yan was stunned, he turned his head and looked at Xiao Mao depressedly, and then replied, "My son will marry again, I don't need to, it's enough to serve you in this life, and I don't plan to fool other women anymore." ”

"You're fooling me?"

"Huh? ...... No, I didn't say you........ Hey, wife, can we stop correcting words? ”

Wen Wen suddenly grinned, "I know, teasing you!" ”

Qin Yan stared at her without any reaction, and Wen Wen felt bored, "What's wrong?" Can't even afford to make jokes? ”

"Wife, do you remember what I said before? I will accompany you through that section of the road and tell you the ......... on the Huangquan Road."

"The flower of the other side." Wen Wen interrupted Qin Yan to take over the words, "I remember, I remember, when you said that when my dad left, my mother accompanied him like this." ”

After a pause, she raised her hand and touched Qin Yan's face tremblingly, "Isn't it just death?" Why are you so sad? You see, I have lived to be one hundred and two years old, and you two have been with me every inch for all these years, and this life is worth it. It's not interesting to live any longer. Isn't it? ”

Qin Yan lowered her head and let her hand roam between her eyebrows.

"I really want to remember you forever, remember our son........."

Half an hour later, Wen Wen stopped breathing in a very calm and natural way without a trace of regret.

Qin Yan watched her soul float out of her body, and then slowly walked in front of him.

Huangquan Road, after all, still have to go.

On the last road, Xiao Mao didn't go with him, he hugged his mother and hugged him, looked and looked, always trying to remember the other party in every possible way, but he was afraid that he would blur it when he turned around.

"Mom, goodbye!"

Xiao Mao waved his hand vigorously, and his gradually blurred eyes could no longer see his mother's face.

Goodbye, goodbye!

Qin Yan took his warm hand and walked this road step by step.

"Look, that's the flower of the other side."

Warmly looking at the sea of fiery and demonic flowers in front of him, he sighed sincerely, "It's so beautiful!" ”

"Qin Yan, you said, my dad tried to plant the other side flower a long time ago, but he didn't succeed. Can this flower really only grow on Huangquan Road? ”

Qin Yan lowered his head and thought for a while, and said, "Not necessarily, I have seen this kind of flower in one place before, but it is far less beautiful and vigorous than it blooms here." ”

"Why?"

"Who knows!"

"Don't you know everything?"

"Who said that? Isn't this nonsense? I'm not an encyclopedia. ”

"And what are you?"

"Your husband."

“........”

It seems to be a long Huangquan Road, but it has reached the end in the blink of an eye. The two stood quietly at the end of the road, speechless.

"Qin Yan, in the next life, in the next life, I won't meet you again, right?"

“.......... Right. ”

Honestly, it's always so sad.

However, "That's fine. Warm smiled and turned around, "I have lived long enough in this life, and I have lived happily enough, as for the next life, I won't even remember who I am, how can I still remember you?" If you don't remember, why bother meeting again. ”

But I will always remember you! Qin Yan looked at her back and silently repeated in his heart.

He finally tasted the pain of tearing after the flesh was connected.

"Wife, goodbye!"

Wen Wen waved her hand behind her, but did not look back..........