In the hospital ward, Luo's mother slept very peacefully. Lin Feifan brought Qingchuan in from outside, looked at Luo's mother who was sleeping on the hospital bed, and said softly: "Since you disappeared, my aunt has been in a daze. I was afraid of her accident, so I sent her to the hospital."
Qingchuan walked slowly to Luo's bed, squatted down, stretched out her hand and gently stroked her mother's haggard face, the tears in her eyes kept falling, she lowered her head on her mother's hand, and couldn't help but lower. Lowly began to cry and murmured: "Mom, I'm back, I'm sorry, Mom, I'm sorry..."
Lin Feifan’s eyes were a little red, and he walked forward to support her, and softly persuaded: "Since you are back, auntie will gradually get better, don’t be sad. Auntie is still sleeping, let’s go out first. Come back when she wakes up."
Qingchuan nodded lightly, then looked at her mother deeply, tidying up her hair around her pillow, and then leaving the ward with Lin Feifan.
"Qingchuan, what are your plans?" Lin Feifan asked.
Qingchuan thought for a while and replied: "I want to take good care of my mother and run our antique shop by the way."
Lin Feifan stopped, turned around to look at Qingchuan, hesitated for a moment, and asked: "Then between us..."
Qingchuan interrupted him, "I know that you have been very good to me, and have been taking care of my mother during my absence for a few years. But I have always regarded you as an older brother."
Lin Feifan was silent for a while, smiled cheerfully, and nodded: "I understand, don't worry, I will help you run your antique shop well."
Seeing him like this, Qingchuan felt both guilty and touched in his heart, and couldn't help saying, "Thank you, Brother Fanfa."
Lin Feifan smiled and touched the top of her head, and said with a smile: "Fool, do we still need to say a word "thank you"? Let's go, and quickly go back and learn antique identification with me! Save you later Let someone cheat again when you look at the store!"
Qingchuan smiled and followed him to the antique shop.
After many years, I entered the antique shop again, and it felt both familiar and unfamiliar. Qingchuan looked at the various antiques in the shop in silence, feeling completely lost. Unexpectedly, I saw the beauty painting that led her through again on the wall, and hung it quietly in the corner of the wall, as if he had never left.
As if driven by something, Qingchuan unconsciously stepped forward to look at the painting and wrote a few lines of small characters next to the painting: The night is cold and the door is quiet, the bells of the broken dream are the shadow of the flowers, and the memory of dreams is the most true. Short dreams and difficult to kiss often? Whoever teaches the dream is even more addictive, starting to repair the corridor, the curtain is moving, and the two places are separated by Wu Yue, and this love is only attached to the sky and the moon.
She recognized that it was Yongzheng's notes, the handwriting was slightly dazzling, and it was difficult to conceal the sadness in it... Qingchuan looked at it blankly, not when she was already in tears...
She tried hard to forget everything, but she couldn't forget it. She often wonders, is all this true or a dream? I don't know, and I don't want to think about it, maybe everything is frozen in a certain time and space, and it will never appear again.
Lin Feifan came in from the outside, walked away and smiled: "It seems that there is a crew filming outside. A lot of people are surrounding an actor dressed in the Qing Dynasty, clamoring to take a photo with him, but the person is a little stupid. Tell me what my eighth brother is..."
Qingchuan froze for a moment, pushed Lin Feifan away abruptly, and sprinted out.
In the crowded crowd, he was there as expected, tall and straight, with a jade face. When his eyes crossed, he was taken aback for a moment, and then suddenly smiled, but she couldn't help crying bitterly.
It turned out that God really gave them a chance to meet again.