Chapter 118: End of text

The global competition has come to an end.

On the way home, Me. was completely immersed in a carnival, and even hired a famous local drummer on the morning before boarding the plane, and had breakfast in front of the trophy, very eating, and the medal around his neck had not been taken off since last night.

The drummer played music next to him, and the atmosphere was cheerful and enthusiastic.

The early morning after the championship was particularly pleasant, and as soon as he left the hotel, he was interviewed by foreign media reporters.

There are even brands that are willing to cooperate with follow-up advertising endorsements and scramble to think about business, but the members who are immersed in the great joy of victory have no time to pay attention to the rest of the affairs.

Before getting on the plane, Sheep took a photo and saved it to the album.

Soon after, Sheep's personal Weibo posted an update:

"@: Win."

The accompanying picture is a shiny trophy.

【Cubs are awesome!!】 】

[I already feel how happy I am sleeping through the screen]

[Where's my husband? Quick, please put the dog food in my mouth]

[Sheep is going back to China, right?] 】

As the two biggest heroes of the championship, the teenager did not follow the big team, but chose to return to China with Mr. Ren.

On the way home.

The two of them took a detour out of the city, and they drove up a mountain road to where Grandma was now sleeping.

Jing Mian bought a handful of the old man's favorite moon flowers, and with the encouragement of his husband, he gently leaned down and placed them in front of his grandmother's grave.

Far from the city, you can see lush meadows, lush trees and distant rivers, surrounded by mountains and rivers.

Before leaving, the boy did not get into the car, and looked farther away with a sluggish gaze.

"Sir."

"Huh?"

"I want to... By the way, go see someone. ”

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This is the second time Jing Mian has come to see her mother this year.

He used to be alone, going quietly, and then returning quietly, without attracting attention and not letting the people around him know.

Only this time, there is more Mr. Ren by his side.

My mother also liked to grow flowers and plants when she was alive, so after leaving, she was also buried in such a beautiful place.

Jing Mian squatted down and put the bouquet he had just bought in front of the tomb.

It is my mother's favorite starry sky when she was alive.

"Mom, this is my husband."

Jing Mian turned his back to Ren Xingwan, as if whispering: "It's the brother I liked the most when I was a child." ”

The chilly wind blew across his cheeks, and he was warmed by the warm sun that had just emerged at the foot of the mountain.

The boy was draped in a scarf by the man, one end hung down, the cold and cold of the shrunk were cut off, and the warmth gradually rose.

"Every time I come, I tell you that I'm doing well."

The boy paused for a long time, and his voice was a little quieter: "But in fact, I am not doing well...... I felt like I was stuck in that day. ”

"The day you left."

Jing Mian's voice was very soft: "I thought that I would never be able to go out again." ”

The boy took a slight breath, and when he raised his gaze again, his gaze became soft and firm: "But now, as if I can tell you, I'm doing well." ”

"I lied before, I'm really sorry."

The boy lowered his eyes and suddenly remembered the championship medal he had been taken back after the national competition, although the trophy was not there, but he could show it to his mother.

Jing Mian left in the direction of the car.

Ren Xingwan stood in front of Song Zhinian's tomb, leaned down, and placed a bouquet of flowers on the edge.

The man lowered his eyes, his voice was a little deep, but his tone was soft and inaudible:

"Thank you for bringing him into this world."

"I'll be nice to him."

…

The weather in Lincheng is a few degrees colder than in other countries, but the mountain side is warmer and warmer, and the scenery is quiet and moving, as if preparing for the warm sun that is about to rise.

The two held hands, the warm touch penetrated through the skin, and the young man tightened his knuckles little by little, interlocking his fingers with Mr. Ren.

The morning light gradually shines through the mountainside.

It was the first sunrise in an ordinary, long early winter.

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The night faded.

Thin clouds shimmer in.

They stepped through the dawn and marched towards the future.

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