On the edge of the balcony window is a flower pot with a delicate blue enchantress in it.

Jiang Ningyu felt incredible-she remembered clearly that she came to the United States that time with the mood of burning jade, but he appeared with flowers. When she came back, she planted the blue enchantress in a flower pot and cultivated it carefully, but she also knew that this kind of flower would not live for a long time, so it was just a scene that delayed for a while.

It's just that before they left the United States, the blue enchantress had already been defeated, how could they come back to life now?

"Is this the one you gave me?" Jiang Ningyu asked happily towards Lin Xuyue.

"Hmm."

"But how many years have this been......"

"It has indeed withered, I have been a specimen, and in the past two years, I have relied on genetic means to make an immortal flower." Lin Xuyue walked over and gently grabbed her shoulder, "You see, as long as you are patient enough, love will last for a long time." ”

Jiang Ningyu was so moved that she hooked her hands around his neck and offered a deep kiss.

Looking at the parents who kissed on the balcony and did not shy away from it, Jiang Zhiyi didn't look at it, she went inside and went around, and when she came out, she found that they were still kissing, she couldn't help but interrupt them, "There is only one room here, where do I sleep?" ”

Lin Xuyue hugged his wife and didn't look back, "You and your mother sleep in the room, I'll just make do on the sofa." ”

Jiang Zhiyi let out an "oh", "I thought I had to sleep on the sofa." ”

"You can sleep if you want." Lin Xuyue said immediately.

"You can let me sleep if you want." Jiang Zhiyi retorted.

In the end, they all made bunks in the living room.

At night, the lights are turned off, and the quiet night flows in through the window, and the room is quiet. Jiang Zhiyi's heart was so excited that he couldn't sleep, so he opened his mouth tentatively, "Mom, have you slept?" ”

On the other side of the sofa, Jiang Ningyu's sleepy voice sounded, "No, what's wrong?" ”

"The last time I saw a book with a lot of space about you...... Say you were the principal of the Philharmonic Orchestra for a few years, but you only showed your face for a month and then resigned. ”

"Hmm."

"Why?"

"Everyone has their own ambitions, your mother and I don't want to go that way."

"But you can not leave in the first place, why did you go to the orchestra and regret it?"

"You don't understand."

"I don't understand, but you can tell me and let me understand?"

There was a long silence in the air.

"Zhiyi...... Jiang Ningyu sighed lightly, "When you grow up, you will understand that many times people can't help themselves, and there are only a few decisions they can make." ”

Jiang Zhiyi was silent for a moment, "Then when we come to the United States this time, can we go to see our grandparents?" ”

There was silence again.

Then Jiang Ningyu replied lightly, "Don't go, the road is too far." ”

However, Lin Xuyue, who had never squeaked, suddenly opened her mouth, "The speech will be tomorrow, and you can go to Toronto before returning home." ”

In the next second, there was a lapping sound in the air.

probably guessed that his father was beaten by his mother, Jiang Zhiyi said very obediently, "I'll just ask, whether you can go or not." ”

On the day Jiang Ningyu delivered her speech, Jiang Zhiyi sat in the front row of the auditorium. It was a cold and snowy winter outside, and the inside was warmly heated.

It was the first time I found my mother's speech so inspiring, and it was extraordinary. A strong sense of pride erupted, Jiang Zhiyi slapped his palms red, and after the school celebration, he followed his mother closely and took the initiative to meet the big names in the music industry.

In the splendid music hall, everyone has a noble temperament and speaks decently. Jiang Zhiyi's heart was surging, and he couldn't help but take Jiang Ningyu's hand and say, "Mom, I like it here!" ”

Her eyes were sparkling and full of longing.

Jiang Ningyu smiled and said to her, "If you like it, apply for it, your mother supports you in pursuing the things you like." ”

However, it was also that day that Jiang Zhiyi saw the "patient" again.

It was just as they were walking through the square when a boy in a black tweed coat with a violin bag stopped them in their way.

The boy with a pair of dark gray-blue eyes is cold and handsome, and has an elegant temperament.

He seemed to have forgotten Jiang Zhiyi, his gaze naturally swept over her face, and said to Jiang Ningyu, "Hello, one of your old friends asked me to give you this violin." ”

He opened the pouch to reveal a guarneri with maple grains.

The moment she saw this violin, the smile on Jiang Ningyu's face froze.

"Wow, what a beautiful violin."

Jiang Zhiyi reached out to touch it in surprise, but was grabbed.

Jiang Ningyu glanced at her warnly, turned her gaze to the boy in front of her, who looked about the same age as her daughter, and said in a gentle tone, "Young man, you look very similar to one of my old friends." ”

The other party immediately introduced himself, "My name is Huo Liusi." ”

"Surname Huo?" Jiang Ningyu glanced at him meaningfully, "It's a good name, but please tell the old man that I didn't accept this piano at the beginning, and I can't accept it now." ”

Huo Liusi stopped her again.

Then he looked at Jiang Zhiyi with a blank look, "That old man knows that you don't want to accept it, but he knows that your daughter will definitely not live up to this violin." ”

"Know." Jiang Ningyu suddenly turned her head and asked her daughter, "Do you like it?" ”

However, Jiang Zhiyi, who was still full of amazement just now, had already restrained his expression, "I like it." She then added, "But I don't like gratuitous gifts." ”

"Hear that?" Jiang Ningyu smiled at him, and then pulled Jiang Zhiyi away.

Huo Liusi didn't stop them again.

"Mom, why are your hands so cold?"

After walking for a while, Jiang Zhiyi couldn't help but ask in a low voice.

"It's cold." Jiang Ningyu replied lightly.

At this time, Lin Xuyue drove the car over. After consciously getting into the back seat, Jiang Zhiyi couldn't wait to talk, "Dad, there was a strange boy who wanted to give us a violin just now!" ”

"What boy?" The man asked.

"What is it called Huo Liusi. I've read that piano in a book, and it looks like it's an antique. Jiang Zhiyi paused, "By the way, I have also seen that boy, and he appeared near our school before." ”

"What?" Jiang Ningyu was stunned for a moment, then turned her head and asked, "When did it happen?" ”

Jiang Zhiyi thought about it for a while, "About a month ago?" Wearing a hospital gown and fighting with people...... At the time, I thought it was a psychiatric hospital that had escaped. ”

Jiang Ningyu didn't ask again.

Lin Xuyue glanced in the rearview mirror, then turned her head to look at his wife, and didn't ask again.

It's just that after returning home, Lin Xuyue pulled Jiang Ningyu into the room and asked with concern, "Why do you have this expression?" Something to do with the boy I just said? ”

Accustomed to his keen insight, Jiang Ningyu slapped his hand away, took off his coat and hung it on the coat hook, and turned around in a light tone, "That boy...... He looks a little like Burton. ”