What has always been waiting is not what she can have.
At the age of twenty-four, he met twenty-seven-year-old Su Jinyu.
That year, the streets were full of flowers, and that year, she fell into the mezzanine between heaven and hell.
For the next few years, she lived in a state of drift, and there was love and sweetness in between.
But she herself was not sure if it was true.
At that time, was she really happy?
The window was slapped.
A small head was stuck to the glass window, reflecting the light stick in his hand.
"Mom, come quickly, Dad bought me a big cake, it's delicious."
Xia Zhanqiao came out of his memories, laughed, and then went out.
There was a large row of candles in Park Wenlan's room, with a large layer of cake in the middle, Su Xiabao trotted over and hugged Park Wenlan's thigh, "Dad is so nice, he gives me a birthday every year."
"It's not good for you, it's good for anyone, you are my father's son." The candlelight was reflected on his handsome face, reflecting a beautiful handsome face, such a face was the idol of the girl.
Xia Zhanqiao walked over, pointed to the candle, and motioned for Su Xiabao to make a wish.
Su Xiabao closed her eyes, made a wish, and then blew out the laborious candle one by one.
The room was intentionally dark for an instant, and then the colorful lights turned on, and the room was bright and clear.
"Mom, Dad, guess what my wish is?"
Park Wenlan said, "What?"
"I hope you can be together and then give me a sister."
Xia Bao once said this sentence to Su Jinyu, but now it has been replaced by Park Wenlan.
After all, Park Wenlan had never experienced an affair, and his face was red by what he said, and his white skin was blushing.
Xia Zhanqiao couldn't speak, but he also glared at his son.
Su Xiabao said Park Wenlan's wish.
He held her hand, "Trestle, today is his birthday, and his wish is also mine."
Xia Zhanqiao was stunned, Park Wenlan had confessed to himself before, because there was Su Jinyu at that time, and this matter was over.
She took out a piece of paper and wrote: Wen Lan, we are really not suitable, I am so much older than you, you are still very young, and I am still taking Xia Bao with you, you will be criticized.
Park Wenlan said, "I knew you would say this, I don't care, Trestle, Xia Bao has long been my son, and I have always treated him as my own son."
She also wrote: Wen Lan, Xia Bao and I will drag you down, and I am just a mute, you will regret living with me.
He hugged her, "I won't! Trestle! I love you so much, you and Xia Bao are not my drag, I don't allow you to say that."
Xia Zhanqiao didn't know what to say, for the sake of herself and her children, Wen Lan gave up her long-standing dream, she was not worthy of him.
She pushed him away, and then wrote: If you say this again, Xia Bao and I will leave here, and we will never see each other again.
Su Xiabao saw that her mother was so determined, and she was also anxious.
"Mom, don't say that, I really hope that Dad will take care of you for the rest of your life, Mom, how happy we are now, before, every time I felt that we were happy, it was me and Mommy, and Dad, and now too, Mom, I want a complete home."
She looked at Park Wenlan, and after a few seconds, without saying anything, she hurriedly pulled Su Xiabao up to the room on the second floor.
Park Wenlan left the house and looked up at the window on the second floor, where the lights in the room were bright and reflected the world outside the window.
At around ten o'clock in the night, the snowflakes that had finally stopped fell again.
Next to the tombstone in Nanshan, the cold wind was blowing wantonly on Su Jinyu wearing a black umbrella.
His leather shoes roared up with snow particles, and he couldn't see the black light inside, only fine snowflakes covered on them.
His eyes were always looking at the tombstone with an umbrella and not covered.
Today is Su Xiabao's birthday, on this day a few years ago, she gave birth in the hospital, and he accompanied her in front of the bed waiting for the arrival of a little life.
Su Jinyu was thinking like this now, but he couldn't remember Xia Zhanqiao's face in his mind, he really wanted to remember, after all, after so many years, her appearance had long been engraved in his bone marrow, but he just couldn't remember her appearance at this time.
Maybe he blocked his heart, or maybe he would be heartbroken whenever he thought of her.
So, numb.
Liu Yang got out of the car, "BOSS, your mother just pressed the phone to urge you to go back to Su's house for a reunion dinner."
Without hesitation, he put away the umbrella above his head, walked down the steps to the car, and sat in the car.
Liu Yang took a look, and then trotted into the driver's seat, and the car drove all the way into the Su family compound.
Mother Su stood at the door, looking at her son's cold appearance, she said softly, "Jinyu, come into the house quickly, it's cold outside."
He didn't speak, and as soon as he entered the house, he saw Qiao Qiao holding Fang Min's daughter and smiling happily.
He just wanted to say something, but he never ruined the temporarily happy atmosphere.
Su Li had a smile on the corner of his mouth and said a few words in Su Shanshan's ear, only to see Su Shanshan nodding.
Rice was brought from the kitchen, and cooked handmade lamb dumplings were served.
Grandma Su smiled with her eyebrows and eyes, ignoring Su Jinyu's cold face, and said with a smile, "From now on, our Su family will be peaceful, and I can enjoy my old age in peace."
Fang Min echoed, "Yes, grandma, in the future, you don't have to work so hard, when the child grows up, let her accompany you all day to relieve boredom, by the way, this child hasn't been named yet, why don't grandma make the decision and give it a name?"
Grandma Su waved her hand again and again, "I can't get up, so you should get up yourself."
Fang Min laughed and said, "It's okay, grandma, you can get up, just get up."
Grandma Su had to think for a while and said, "Then how about Su Fangbao?"
As soon as these words came out, Su Jinyu's face changed suddenly.
Su Xiabao was named by Su's father according to the surname Su and Xia, this Su Fangbao is neither smooth nor special, isn't it according to Su Xiabao's format? 「
Fang Min nodded happily, "Su Fangbao, it's a good name, grandma is really good."
Su's mother looked at Su Jinyu and said, "Let's change the name, our Su family's generation is not a treasure generation, everything is called a treasure."
Father Su nodded, "I'll make the decision, let's call it Su Yuanyuan, there was Chen Yuanyuan in ancient times, and there is Su Yuanyuan now."
No matter how dissatisfied Fang Min was, he couldn't say anything, so he had to agree.
Halfway through the dumplings, Su Jinyu's phone rang, it was Lu Shaochuan calling.
As long as he calls, there is nothing good about it.
"Say."
Lu Shaochuan laughed twice on the other end of the phone, "Su Shao, do you know what day it is today?"
"Hmm."