Not long after Ruan Jianglin's death, Jiang Yan became so ill that he couldn't afford it.

After days of running around and working hard, my heart was haggard, and I mourned more than my heart died.

That day, she kept watch over him all night.

In fact, the doctors had already said that they should prepare the family psychologically, but she still couldn't do it.

After a few days of fluids, he lay in a hospital bed for several days until the day when Nguyen Giang's body was sent to the crematorium.

She finally couldn't hold back her emotions, and the thought of the man she had flirted with a few months ago was now only a handful of ashes, and she was in pain, like a knife.

*

By the time the winter came, Jiang Yan was getting sicker and sicker, and the whole person looked a lot haggard, but after a month, there were a few more fine lines at the corners of her eyes, and there were a few more gray hairs in her hair that had never appeared before.

She is only thirty-four years old, obviously a few months ago, she was still a young woman who was favored by Ruan Jianglin.

Since Ruan Jianglin's death, Ruan Ziqing has been kept in Ruan's house.

Jiang Yan really has no energy, she is in a daze all day long, and Jiao Jingyan said that he would take her back to the old mansion as well.

But Jiang Yan refused, she has always been stubborn, saying that she would never go back.

She gave her a job and stayed in Courtyard No. 7 for a few months, and she didn't have to work.

Relying on the assets left to her by Ruan Jianglin, it is enough for her and Ruan Ziqing to build a few lifetimes.

Ruan Ziqing quarreled a few times, saying that she wanted to see her mother and father, and Jiao Jingyan also chatted with Jiang Yan a few times, but seeing that she was sad, she couldn't speak before she could speak.

Jiang Yan is a person who is very obsessed, Ruan Jianglin's original words can make her think about it for twenty years.

Today, even more so.

Some people, some things, unless she is willing to let go of herself, no matter how others persuade her, she can't let go.

She stayed in the seventh courtyard and refused to come out, as if she had locked herself in a cage of memories with Ruan Jianglin.

She coveted every ounce of the breath that once belonged to a man in the seventh courtyard, and every drop of it, she remembered the past.

She still remembered that the day before Ruan Jianglin was hospitalized, she cleaned up his things at home, and at that time he hugged her and said that if he couldn't come back, he would let Jiang Yan find someone to marry later, but don't look for someone like him again.

For some people, one sad time is enough.

If that person minds Ruan Ziqing, he will send the child back to Ruan's house, and the ones left by Ruan Jianglin will be regarded as a dowry.

Jiang Yan was so angry in his arms that he could cry to death at that time, covering his mouth and not letting him speak.

He knows the crow's mouth, but he looks good, and he can't say anything pretty.

In those days, she had nothing to do, arranging his clothes all day, sometimes holding him in her arms, and sitting all day.

Everyone advised her to mourn, and how should she mourn.

She lost her father and then her mother when she was young, she can't remember the gloom of her childhood, but she remembers the light that Ruan Jianglin teased her with Beijing dialect when she was a child, illuminating the avenue of her entire life.

Her family, her best friends, her loved ones all left her, for better or worse, she never really got it.

Thinking about it this way, what has happened to me in the past 34 years?

The net she had woven was just trapping herself.

*

Years ago, Jiao Jingyan couldn't bear to look at her anymore with a broken jar, so he sent Ruan Ziqing back to her.

The child is too young to understand what it means for his father to die.

In his world, he just wants to ask his parents why he doesn't come to see him at all, why his mother is so sad all day long, he wants his father to hug him, and he wants his mother to hurt.

She dragged her tired body and had to cheer up a little, she could behave as much as she wanted, but Ruan Ziqing couldn't.

Until the Chinese New Year, she took Ruan Ziqing back to the old house for the New Year, and the old lady looked a little older than last time, and she couldn't walk at all, so she could only sit in a wheelchair.

Alzheimer's disease is getting more and more serious, and I don't know anyone at all, but I still love Ruan Ziqing's great-grandson very much.

Ruan Ziqing and Ruan Jianglin look like each other, like a miniature version of one eye, one eyebrow and one eye, all of them seem to be carved out of a mold.

Jiang Yan sometimes looked at Ruan Ziqing, and he could be distracted for a long time, and then what followed was an endless emptiness in his heart, which he couldn't fill.

The family had a lively reunion dinner at Ruan's house, Ruan Xinyao still played the role of pistachio, and the whole family was amused by her.

Jiang Yan also smiled rarely.

Ruan Jiangjin was holding Xiaotuanzi in his arms, nearly a year older than Ruan Ziqing, and he kept asking his father to hug him.

Ruan Ziqing took a look, hid behind Jiang Yan, played with his fingers, and sensibly did not speak.

Ruan Jiangjin saw it, handed the child to Jiang Yao, walked in front of Ruan Ziqing, squatted down, and opened his arms.

Ruan Ziqing glanced at his mother, and then cautiously walked out and went to Ruan Jiangjin's arms.

He was too young to understand the meaning of separation, but he knew that his mother was very sad, so he never quarreled to find his father, although he didn't know that he would never find Ruan Jianglin.

Jiang Yan's eyes were wet again, and he wiped his tears alone, but did not speak.

The door of Ruan's house is still the couplet from last year, which was written by Ruan Jianglin and Ruan Jiangjin together last year, although the aunt wipes it every day, it is still very old, not like a new year.

When it was time to leave, Jiang Yan led Ruan Ziqing and stood at the door for a long time.

It was too late, and the driver took them back to Courtyard No. 7.

When it arrived, Jiang Yan wrapped a red envelope for Mr. Lu according to Ruan Jianglin's practice in the past, which was still the amount of last year, a thick stack.

Mr. Lu didn't know what to say, but accepted it and thanked him.

This is the practice of Ruan Jianglin in previous years, he is too lazy to give New Year's gifts, so he will give others a lot of red envelopes.

She led Ruan Ziqing inside, under the street lamp, swaying, the warm yellow hue hit the snow, desolate and warm, so there was no contradiction.

I don't know where to go, Ruan Ziqing didn't leave, Jiang Yan stopped and looked back at him, and asked gently, "What's wrong?" ”

The little guy had red eyes, and then he covered his mouth and asked, "Daddy hug." ”

Jiang Yan's heart seemed to have been hit hard by a hammer, and in the new year, she thought that as long as she was strong enough, she would be fine.

But a word can make her unprepared.

Jiang Yan squatted down, held the child in his arms, and gently patted the child's back.

That was the first time Ruan Ziqing knew that he might never see Ruan Jianglin again.

The little guy held back for a long time before he cried loudly, he really wanted Ruan Jianglin to hug him and lift him high above his head.

Jiang Yan couldn't cry anymore, it was just dry and painful, and he didn't know what to say, he just wanted to cry, just cry once.

The little guy probably only realized now that the man he saw that night was his father, and how he had become like that.

Jiang Yan seemed to be buried in the snow, she didn't want to be strong, she didn't want to be brave, she wanted Ruan Jianglin to come and pull her, and she was about to die in that snow.

But Ruan Jianglin will never carry a piece of the sky for her again, and she is the only one left.

Suddenly, she used all her strength to prop herself up, and with great difficulty, she picked up Ruan Ziqing and walked to the seventh courtyard.

The footprints of the snow, one deep and one shallow, were submerged by the heavy snow.

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End, the top three and the five friends of Xiaowen na and Wenjia in September can go to the neck to private me, as of December 1st

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