When the blow is big enough, perhaps a heart will adapt and become strong enough.
After experiencing the trials and tribulations of life and death, perhaps the knot that is entangled deep in your heart will unconsciously loosen slightly.
After being discharged from the hospital, Wen Nuan resumed her normal routine and regained her composure. She got up early every morning and painted in the study, every stroke of the brush, every step carefully and attentively. She would not put down her brush, wash her hands, or go into the kitchen to make soup until around noon.
Because Wenrou was busy, Zhu Linlu took time out to come and see her in the first few days. Seeing that her house was clean and her expression was peaceful, and that she would prepare three dishes and a soup carefully even if she ate alone every day, and never just do it casually, he finally felt relieved.
I chatted and laughed with her until we left, then I couldn't help but sigh softly. She insisted on moving forward when she shouldn't have, and was so self-controlled when she should have been vulnerable. How can anyone say anything good about her
Wen Nuan was taking vitamin pills when she received Zhou Xiangling's call. The pill accidentally fell between her fingers and the yellow particles rolled under the sofa. She bent down to pick it up and saw a small piece of paper pressed in the dark leg of the sofa at the corner. She was stunned, picked it up gently and brushed away the dust on it.
He turned around and looked at the puzzle piece hanging on the wall that seemed to be missing a piece of heart, and stood still for a moment.
She searched for him among the crowd so many times, but it turned out that he was always there, but she just didn't see him.
Before I could come to my senses, the phone rang.
The old man invited her to sit down on Luoyang Road. She wanted to change the plan to meet him outside, but then she thought it would be rude to bother her elder, so she agreed softly.
Luoyang Road was still hidden in the quiet woods. When she parked the car outside the carved ancient silver gate, she had a frightening sense of desolation. In the past, no matter how early or late it was, whether going to or leaving Zhan Nanxian's house, he would always be responsible for picking her up from the door to the door. Now, he had to go alone every time.
She honked the horn and the gate opened automatically after a few seconds.
The scenery slowly receded outside the car window. Even though this was her third time there, the vastness and grandeur of this private residence still brought a subtle shock to her vision.
Zhou Xiangling personally opened the door and led her in, "Sister Huan, bring me a bowl of rock sugar white fungus."
She took out an exquisite tea box and said, "Mother Zhan, this is for you."
"I'm already very happy that you're willing to come, why would you buy me a gift?" Zhou Xiangling looked at her carefully for a long time before saying with regret, "Why did you cut your hair so short?"
Wen Nuan narrowed her eyes and tilted her head left and right to show her, "Does it look like when you were a teenager?"
Her playful look made Zhou Xiangling laugh, "Yes, they do."
After saying this, I couldn't help but sigh.
When she was young, Wen Nuan was a happy person, simple and naive. Zhan Nanxian liked to tease her very much, and the two of them were like a pair of little enemies. He would never stop until he made her angry. Every time Zhou Xiangling saw her yelling and chasing her smiling son around the house, she felt happy from the bottom of her heart.
During the period after they broke up, when she woke up in the middle of the night, she still had an illusion in a trance that the silver bell-like laughter of the two children chasing each other was still lingering in some corner of the dark night.
Then, when her husband passed away and Wen Nuan left, Zhan Nanxian changed completely.
He seemed to have grown up overnight, and his young face had become quiet and cold, which was totally inconsistent with his age. In the following ten years, she never saw the cheerful smile on his face again, as if something had completely disappeared from him.