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[China in one year]

Father Li made a pot of West Lake Longjing, put on reading glasses, and sat on the recliner to watch the news.

People in their 50s living the life of their 60s can really retire early and live happily.

The doorbell rang, no, the grandchildren are here.

Li's father opened the door, Xiao Liang Li rushed up and hugged Li's waist, shouting: "Grandpa, grandpa."

Li Wenzhou led Liang Xi into the house, and Li's father took the food from Liang Xi's hand, rolled up his sleeves and started cooking.

Liang Xi hurriedly sat down with Li's father, and said: "I'll come, you take a rest."

Father Li took off his reading glasses, wiped his eyes, and only sighed, "Children and grandchildren have their own blessings."

At the dinner table, Li Wenzhou poured Liang Li a glass of fruit juice, Liang Li smiled brightly, she looked very much like his father.

Li Wenzhou remembered something again, took a piece of tomato for Liang Xi, and said, "Don't just eat meat, eat more vegetables."

Father Li gave a "tsk", quickly took a piece of braised pork for Liang Xi, and said to Li Wenzhou, "Eat your own well."

Liang Xi sniggered aside.

After the meal, the task of washing the dishes was of course left to Li Wenzhou. Since Liang Xi returned to China, he has never washed the dishes once. He said that he washed dishes in Japan for five years, and he would cry when he saw dirty dishes.

"Liang Xi, do you still remember that neighbor in Japan? Song Yizhou." The sound of splashing water from the sink covered some of Li Wenzhou's voices, and Liang Xi could only hear the general idea.

Liang Xi nodded, took a bite of an apple and stuffed her small face, and said, "How could I forget Liang Li's Uncle Song, he called two days ago."

Li Wenzhou sighed, and said, "Oh, the editor-in-chief of the publishing house told me this morning... that Song Yizhou had passed away, and it was this morning."

Liang Xi still couldn't hear clearly, but when he heard the word "died of illness", he was stunned.

"You're kidding me, his book just sold out, how could people..."

"I did not lie to you."

Liang Xi panicked at this moment, turned to look at Xiao Liang Li's lively back, and entered the room silently.

Liang Xi covered his face and frowned, his mood plummeted to a trough.

Li Wenzhou followed him in with a cup of tea, hugged Liang Xi's head, and comforted him.

Liang Xi said: "I think it's a pity, such a good person."

"You don't even know how much he helped me in Japan."

"When Xiaohua was more than one year old, he had a fever, and he was as worried as I was. He sent Xiaohua to the hospital overnight, and he held Xiaohua in his arms the whole time."

"He also helped me hide from my sister-in-law every year, bought me breakfast, and helped find Xiaohua's kindergarten."

Liang Xi's voice became hoarse as he spoke.

"You can't let Xiaohua know about this, she is the most precious of her Uncle Song."

"Ok.

Li Wenzhou held Liang Xi's face, looked at his red eyes, made a face, smiled, and said, "Don't cry."

Liang Xi was teased by him, and the snot came down from his nose: "I didn't!" After speaking, tears came down while laughing.

A week later, Liang Xi received a strange courier, and he didn't know what was inside.

After opening it, I realized it was a book, a book from Song Yizhou.

Open the first page, it is Song Yizhou's delicate and timeless handwriting, just like his person, without exaggeration, correct and appropriate.

The date was two months ago, and it took two months for this book to arrive in his hands after traveling from Japan.

Liang Xi turned on the desk lamp, sat down, and began to read Song Yizhou's signature.

He sat at the desk like this until evening, when Liang Xi finished reading the whole book, Liang Xi closed the book.

The life trajectories of the people in the story are closely connected with those of Song Yizhou, Liang Xi herself, Monica, Xiao Hua, and Li Wenzhou, even overlapping.

Liang Xi stroked the three words on the cover.

"Song Yizhou"

He was relieved, he didn't blame Song Yizhou at all, not at all.

Xiao Hua saw her father sitting in a daze for a long time, and ran over to hug Liang Xi's neck, coquettishly.

Liang Xi looked at Xiao Hua and murmured, "Baby, you are so happy."

"Yeah, I have two dads."

Liang Xi shook his head and said, "You have three."

"Ok?"

"Come on, dad will teach you. The first dad is Liang Xi."

Xiaohua smiled and bit her finger, and said shyly, "Liangxi."

"The second father is called Li Wenzhou."

"Li Wenzhou."

"There is another one, Song Yizhou."

Xiaohua nodded thoughtfully, and whispered:

"Song Yizhou."

Liang Xi smiled and picked up Xiao Hua and left the desk. Xiao Hua clapped her hands and shouted, "Xiao Hua is flying!"

The cover of that book was quietly opened, it is not known whether it was the unintentional wind, or the undead who couldn't bear to go back.

The signature on the book begins to blur, like the sugar is on.

"When my life condenses love but only for redemption. - Song Yizhou"