Ru Yue Shu Yun Feng Wen Wan

Liu Yuhan still couldn't leave the room. She stayed by the bed, quietly looking at her daughter whom she hadn't seen for several years.

I don’t understand what she has been going through in the past few years. My originally sunny and cheerful daughter now has worries, but these worries are different from those of ordinary daughters, which makes me worry.

Song Yue frowned even in her dream.

Maybe I dreamed of an old friend.

Liu Yuhan wanted to smooth out the wrinkles between her brows, but her hand was held tightly, and Song Yue slowly opened her eyes.

"mother!"

Liu Yuhan turned her palm and placed it on her face: "Mom is here, Ayue, is there anything you want to say to me?"

Song Yue thought about how she had failed her kindness, and explained cautiously, "Mom, I know you're protecting me, but that person...we can't afford to offend him."

Liu Yuhan could naturally sense his daughter's uneasiness, and he felt a pang of pain in his heart. When had his daughter ever been so careful to please him?

"Ayue, there's no need to explain too much. Mother believes in you and supports you. Mother knows you are a good child and everything you do has a reason."

Song Yue rarely experienced this kind of unconditional trust from her elders. She felt that the petite woman in front of her was as tall as the one who had stood in front of her and faced a dangerous person alone before.

He hugged her and rested his head on her shoulder: "Mom, I had a dream. I dreamed of an old friend."

Liu Yuhan patted her back gently: "Do you miss me? Then find a time to meet."

"No, he never comes to see me."

Liu Yuhan understood the meaning of her words and was silent for a while: "Then you also dreamed of him, and he still remembers you."

"But he asked me to forget him. What should I do? If I forget them, no one will remember him anymore."

"Then do something to make him exist in your life forever, so you can't forget him even if you want to."

Song Yue wanted to laugh, to laugh at her unconventional behavior.

"Why don't you tell me to forget him?"

"I won't judge without knowing the full story. Can Ah Yue tell me about him?"

I don’t know if it was the desire to share or the fact that Liu Yuhan gave people a very reliable feeling, but Song Yue actually wanted to share with her, so she did it.

Liu Yuhan lives a happy life herself, so naturally she cannot understand Song Yue's pain, but she feels uncomfortable just thinking about it. However, the advice given by people who are happy is relatively optimistic.

"Take mom to see him sometime."

I don’t know why Liu Yuhan suddenly said this, but I still agreed. It was obvious that I might need someone to comfort me.

Mo Shisan often mentioned the capital during his lifetime, so Song Yue buried him in the suburbs of Beijing. It is not impossible for him to go and see it if he wants.

Because of Liu Yuhan's words, Song Yue took it to heart and took a free day out of his busy days.

They set off with Liu Yuhan, but Song Maoyu also knew him and said that he hadn't seen him for a long time, so he went with them, so the two-person team became a group.

It was a relatively quiet trip. It was not a sunny day. The sky was covered with dark clouds, blocking the sunlight. Song Yue's mood was as suffocating as the blocked sunlight.

This tomb is very new, as if it was just built. I just don’t know where she found the time to arrange it.

After everyone finished the sacrifice, they made some time and space for Song Yue to speak, but she didn't know what to say and just sat aside.

After a long while, he said for no apparent reason: "Thirteen, I've shown you the beautiful scenery of mountains and rivers, but I haven't figured out what to do next."

"I may have to let go, but I will never forget you."

She stayed with him here for a long time, and when she stood up again, her heart was still heavy, without the carefree feeling she had said she would feel after letting go.

But I never looked back, just like this relationship cannot turn back.