Lu Yanbei and Ji Xingchen walked into Ji's house under the leadership of Sister-in-law Zhang, Ji Ran was pruning those flowers and trees in the garden, Ji Xingchen looked at the flowers and plants in the yard, and suddenly had an illusion of being in a different world.

In winter, how can there be roses?

Her memories seemed to go back to that summer.

Nan Xiangwan sat on a rocking chair full of roses in the yard, she was in a sea of flowers, beautiful like a fairy.

In front of her was an easel with beautiful roses and wild roses.

She smiled and beckoned to Ji Xingchen, who was still a child: "Come here, baby, do you look good at your mother's drawing." ”

That was the first time Nan Xiangwan smiled at her.

The little Ji Xingchen was stunned when she looked at the smile on her mother's face, she walked over slowly, there was a look of anticipation in her dark eyes, Ji Xingchen stood more than a meter away from Nanxiangwan.

Quietly, I didn't dare to come any closer.

Little Ji Xingchen also knew that her mother didn't seem to like her.

But Nan Xiangwan was different from usual, instead of being angry and driving her away with disgust, he stretched out his hand to her again: "Little star, come here to Mom." ”

At that time, Ji Xingchen felt that it was the best and most moving words she had ever heard.

She called out to her mother, Nan Xiangwan was still smiling, got up and hugged her, and then pointed to the flowers on the easel and said, "Star, mom can paint again." ”

Ji Xingchen didn't understand the meaning of her mother's words, but she knew that her mother was happy, and she was also happy.

She gently hugged Nan Xiangwan, her movements were cautious and restrained, and she was faintly happy: "Mom can draw, will Mom hold the little star like this in the future?" ”

Nan Xiangwan paused, the smile on her face was a little stiff, as if the anticipation and caution in the eyes of the little girl in front of her had woken up her mother's love, and it seemed that her inspiration had finally returned to its original state.

She was reminded of her responsibilities as a mother.

Nan Xiangwan's eyes showed a guilty look for the first time, she picked up the child's immature face and kissed it: "Baby, I'm sorry, it's my mother who did something wrong before, can I forgive my mother?" ”

Ji Xingchen nodded immediately, how could she not forgive her mother, she had never blamed her mother.

Dad told her not to be angry with her mother, and her mother was also a mother for the first time, so let her take care of it, Ji Xingchen always remembered it very well.

She loves her mother so much, how can she blame her mother.

During that time, Nan Xiangwan began to teach Ji Xingchen to paint, and when she found out Ji Xingchen's sensitivity to color, she was very happy and treated Ji Xingchen more patiently and seriously.

In the courtyard full of roses, Ji Xingchen spent the happiest and happiest days of her life.

Later, the rose flowering period has passed, and Nan Xiangwan participated in the design competition and was framed for plagiarism and was abused by the whole network, which became a shame for the industry.

Her depression recurred, and it was more serious, Nan Xiangwan locked herself in the house and never showed up, Ji Rusong was busy in the company every day, and she had to guard Nan Xiangwan when she went home.

After a long time, no one could withstand the pressure, and the two broke out into the most fierce quarrel since they got married.

The reason was because Ji Xingchen had a high fever, and Nan Xiangwan was at home but ignored it, which almost killed Ji Xingchen that time.

In the end, Sister-in-law Zhang found that she barely rescued after calling 120.

After the quarrel, Ji Rusong hid in the company and never went home, and Nan Xiangwan's illness had reached the point where she would go crazy or cry inexplicably anytime and anywhere, she hurt herself countless times, and then used her only remaining pride to hide the wound from Ji Rusong.

The relationship between the two childhood sweethearts is even more indifferent than that of strangers in the end.

Ji Xingchen was walking on thin ice at home all day long, she was afraid and didn't dare to go to Nan Xiangwan, so she could only look at her secretly, and then begged her father to come home more to see her mother.

Later, Ji Rusong came back, but Nan Xiangwan committed suicide.

She died on the white bed, and outside the window were withered roses and vines, as if to herald the end of her life.

And Ji Xingchen and his mother's previous happiness was only a short rose flowering period.

Thinking of these now, Ji Xingchen has long been relieved, although the maternal love that she couldn't ask for in her childhood only lasted for a flowering period, these memories are enough for her to smile happily when she recalls.

She knew that Nan Xiangwan didn't love her. She's just ...... I don't know how to love my children.

Became famous and talented at a young age, and when these things that she was most proud of and proud of no longer belonged to her, or even could never be found again, the freedom she longed for was no more, and her ears were filled with the cry of babies all day long, and a mess of housework that could never be handled.

She suffered from chronic insomnia, nervous breakdowns, and depression.

She doesn't even love herself anymore, how can she love her children?

The corners of Ji Xingchen's mouth were faintly hooked, as if he was laughing, but there was endless sadness in his eyes.

Ji Xingchen remembered the woman under the roses that year, and also remembered the last words she said to her.

"Mom is leaving, going to another country, where there is the freedom I yearn for."

"Xingchen, Mommy hates you."

"Mommy loves you too."

These memories are too long, so long that Ji Xingchen should have forgotten them, but every time he thinks about them, these voices are extremely clear.

There was a warm touch on Ji Xingchen's lips, her thoughts gradually returned, and when she saw a handsome face enlarged in front of her, she smiled: "Why are you stealing from me." ”

Lu Yanbei kissed again: "What kind of stealing, I am obviously above board." ”

Ji Xingchen's eyes slowly bent into crescent moons, and his eyes were as bright as the sun.

Ji Ran trimmed the flower branches, and when she looked up, she saw that these two people were showing affection, she put the scissors aside and trotted in front of Ji Xingchen: "Sister, are these roses good-looking." ”

"Beautiful." Ji Xingchen truthfully said that roses are her favorite flowers, because these flowers carried her entire childhood.

But soon she voiced the question in her heart: "Where did you get this?" Aren't roses blooming in summer? ”

Ji Ran said with a smile: "Brother-in-law got it, he found someone to fly it back from abroad, the new variety, which can be opened all year round." But you still have to rely on me to raise them, you don't know how delicate these flowers are, you can't look at them for a day, I deal with these flowers every day now. ”

Ji Xingchen bent down and sniffed the fragrance of flowers, and turned his head to look at Lu Yanbei in surprise: "When did you get this, why don't I know?" ”

Lu Yanbei lowered his eyes and looked at her seriously: "New Year's gift." ”

Ji Xingchen opened his mouth, and his heart was astringent: "Thank you, I like it very much." ”

Lu Yanbei stretched out his hand to take the person into his arms and landed a light kiss between her eyebrows.

In the sea of roses in the sky, Lu Yanbei said seriously and attentively.

"You can be a proud rose or a weed."

"But I want you to always be my rose."