Deer in the forest in early autumn

Shen Yanqiu rarely returned to Xishui Town after his grandmother passed away three years ago.
Yesterday, the first snow fell in F City. Unexpectedly, it snowed in Xishui Town, thousands of kilometers away.

Shen Yanqiu looked at the familiar trickling stream in his memory, which was now frozen.
She blinked: "Chengzi, thank you for sending me back to Xishui Town."

Fang Cheng took off his sunglasses, revealing a pair of fox eyes full of smiles.
"Qiuqiu, who asked you to finally give me the autograph of Yushen yesterday?"

Shen Yanqiu smiled at her.
"By the way, how is the progress between you and your island god?"

"Orange! There's nothing between us."
After Shen Yanqiu said this, he didn't know how to continue the conversation.
In fact, should she answer that we are now living under the same roof, and she kissed him when he was drunk, or that she still likes him?

But, she was a little awkward.
Never give up easily!

Fang Cheng saw that Shen Yanqiu was deliberately denying it.
My friend’s acting skills are really bad.

Qiuqiu, you always like to stare at your toes when you lie.
But forget it, don't expose someone's lies.

The two walked through an old street, and Fang Cheng and Shen Yanqiu came to an old courtyard-style house.
Shen Yanqiu gently brushed off the snow on the door lock, revealing the mottled old-fashioned door lock. She tried to gently open this very old-fashioned lock with the key.

With a crisp "creak", the door opened.

"Qiuqiu, I'll pick you up at twelve o'clock. I have a live broadcast this morning. I have to go back to the car to start the live broadcast. I'm afraid it will be too noisy and disturb your painting." Fang Cheng brushed up a strand of hair that was blown down to the side of her ear by the wind.

Shen Yanqiu looked at Fang Cheng's actions and nodded. His good friend really paid attention to image management at all times!
Watching Fang Cheng leaving, she carried her painting backpack and pushed her wheelchair into the yard.

The yard of my grandmother's house used to be planted with many flowers and plants. When he was a child, Shen Yanqiu named it: Lin Family Garden.

Now, after a heavy snowfall, the few flowers and plants that were still in the yard of the former Lin family garden are almost all buried under the snow, and the vitality of the small garden in memory is no longer visible.
The only thing that caught my eye was a wintersweet in the corner, still growing stubbornly and quietly in the yard.

Its tenacious vitality made Shen Yanqiu's heart tremble.
She stretched out her hand and gently brushed the unmelted snow that had fallen on the wintersweet. Shen Yanqiu felt the biting chill through her fingertips.
The time that passes through winter seems too long.
Now, she can no longer see her grandmother. Shen Yanqiu recalled the kind look of her grandmother telling her stories when she was a child.

Walking to the other side of the yard, Shen Yanqiu pushed open the wooden door of the familiar living room, which was empty. After her grandmother passed away, all the furniture was moved out. She stood in the middle of the living room, facing the white wall, and if she looked closely, she could see yellow sunflowers painted on the wall.

Shen Yanqiu thought back to when he was eight years old and first had the idea to paint sunflowers on the wall and told his grandmother.
For the first time, her grandmother, who always loved cleanliness, generously told her: "Xiaoqiu, start painting."

Her tender hands painted one brilliant sunflower after another all over the white wall.
Now, when I come back, the wall has become much more mottled and the color of the sunflowers has faded a lot.

But looking at this wall, Shen Yanqiu seemed to be able to go back to the day when he first painted sunflowers.
She stood in front of the wall for a long time, silent and with tears in her eyes.
He lay motionless, letting the wind whistling in the door hit his face.

After a while, Shen Yanqiu slowly opened the drawing board and oil paints he brought.
It turns out that missing someone is like traveling through the long river of time. In those warm memories, missing someone grows and spreads unconsciously.

She suddenly had inspiration to paint her first painting about missing someone.
My grandmother's old house is full of sunflowers.
Missing you as time goes by is a memory from my childhood that I will always keep hidden away.

After adjusting the colors, she filled the entire picture with dark blue.
When the bright sunflowers were in full bloom, she seemed to see her grandmother's smiling and kind face.

Finally, one stroke is completed.
Shen Yanqiu looked at the painting and sobbed softly.

My Lord, there's a phone call!
"Xiao Qiu, it's mom. Today is the third anniversary of grandma's death. Uncle Yang Mian and I have just been to the cemetery. Xiao Qiu, grandma is the first person to support you in painting, you must keep going."

"Okay, Mom. I will." After hanging up the phone, Shen Yanqiu gently wiped away her tears.

Three years ago, when my grandmother passed away.
The first time Shen Yanqiu faced the death of a loved one, he was a little caught off guard.
She was very lonely, and Lin Sen'an suddenly disappeared into her own world. Everything made her a little overwhelmed.

After her grandmother's funeral, she refused to be in public and stayed at home like a moldy mushroom.

Looking at the photos of herself and her grandmother over the years, she broke down and cried. At that time, she really wished that Lin Sen'an was still by her side.
At least there was someone to hug her.
She didn't know how long it had been, but one day she slowly came to her senses and realized that she couldn't let her grandmother down.
From that day on, she picked up her paintbrush again.

Later, my father became seriously ill and was diagnosed with lung cancer while in hospital.
Shen Yanqiu has become the illustrator Q on Weibo.

The father whispered to Shen Yanqiu in front of the bed: "Xiaoqiu, look at the stars that build up people's thoughts. This is a city that belongs to the stars. You will never be alone when you look up. Love yourself more than the people who love you, Xiaoqiu. Dad will always be by your side."

When his father passed away, Shen Yanqiu looked up at the starry sky and felt that his father had turned into a star that night, and so had his grandmother.
She seemed to have become much stronger since that day.

A year later, her mother remarried. Shen Yanqiu looked at the gentle middle-aged man opposite her and did not object to her mother's marriage to Uncle Yang Mian.
From then on, she had a stepfather.

Shen Yanqiu knew: after her father left, she hoped her mother would be happy.
Lost in memories, time passed quickly. The past events were like scenes from a movie, passing through Shen Yanqiu's mind. When Shen Yanqiu looked back again, Fang Cheng had already returned.
"Qiuqiu, are you done painting? Let's go back." Fang Cheng took Shen Yanqiu's hand.

"It's so cold, Qiuqiu. Your fear of cold is really worrying." The jasmine perfume that Fang Cheng sprayed today wafted in her face.
"Orange, I'm fine. Let's go back."

Fang Cheng took out a pair of white fluffy gloves from her bag and put them on Shen Yanqiu: "Here, Qiuqiu knows that you don't take good care of yourself. I just remembered that there is a new pair of gloves in the car when I got off. Qiuqiu, you made a profit today. This is a custom-made one, and it's for you."

When about to leave Xishui Town, Fang Cheng did not forget to take a few beautiful photos of herself, calling it a weekend vacation trip, and posted them on Weibo.

Shen Yanqiu looked at her energetic appearance and secretly drew a portrait of her.
Didi, the transmission was successful.

"Qiuqiu, I love this avatar so much. It captures my one-in-a-million beauty. Mua." Fang Cheng cheered happily and immediately changed the content of her Weibo post, adding the avatar drawn by Shen Yanqiu.
"Qiuqiu, look, soon one of my sweethearts will praise my avatar for being beautiful." Fang Cheng smiled with pride.

When we returned to City F, it was already afternoon.
Fang Cheng drove his white car left and right on the city streets and finally found a parking space.
Shen Yanqiu's face turned pale. He looked back and saw that the car was indeed parked crookedly.
Miss Orange's driving skills are really not that good.

As soon as Fang Cheng parked the car, he pulled Shen Yanqiu straight to the mall.

"Qiuqiu, Team Mori has had good results recently, having won two games in a row. The team that Yushen is on is indeed extraordinary. Those haters got slapped in the face last time!"
"Well, he seems to be in a good mood recently."

"Qiuqiu, when are you going to make peace?"
"Do you think Lin Sen'an will confess his feelings to you?" Shen Yanqiu suddenly asked.
"Yu Shen looks so aloof, but he confessed his feelings first? The last time you two were together, you confessed first, right?" Fang Cheng took a sip of the sweet, warm strawberry sugar-free milk tea.

"Chengzi, I was the one who confessed first before, but this time I want Lin Sen'an to confess first. This way, we'll be even." Shen Yanqiu expressed his thoughts.

Fang Cheng continued to drink a sip of milk tea: "I'll bet you a meal, you'll confess first this time, Qiuqiu."

Return to No. 99 Beiyuan.
It was late, the house was dark without lights on, and only Mochi's pupils were shining like light bulbs, which were particularly bright in the dark night.
Only then did Shen Yanqiu remember that Aunt Zhang had asked for leave this week due to some matters.

Late at night, cold winter.
My stomach is growling with hunger again. The strawberry milk tea in the afternoon really doesn't make me hungry. This time, if it weren't for accompanying Chengzi to experience a new way to lose weight. "Hey." Shen Yanqiu decided that next time he would rather admit defeat than treat himself badly.

When she returned to the house, she was so hungry that she felt a little dizzy. After changing into her home clothes, she thought of trying to cook a simple meal.

As soon as Lin Sen'an returned home, he smelled a burnt smell.
He didn't bother to take off his coat and went straight to the kitchen.

Unexpectedly, the kitchen exploded!
Are there still some sticky dough pieces on the wall?

A thick cloud of smoke was still rising directly above the pot.
"Qiuqiu, are you okay?" He took the lid and immediately put it back on the pot.
"Lin Sen'an, the oil pan, the oil pan just exploded!" Shen Yanqiu's face was already pitch black and his original whiteness could no longer be seen.

Lin Sen'an looked at the scene in front of him, his eyes trembling slightly as he confirmed that Shen Yanqiu was not injured.
"Qiuqiu, is there water in your frying pan?" the voice was low.
"Yes. It seems like there was still a little water in the pot before frying the crispy pork." Shen Yanqiu said weakly.
!!!

"It's okay. My kitchen is decorated very solidly." Lin Sen'an said calmly.
"Qiuqiu, go back to your room first. I'll cook you some egg noodles, okay?" Shen Yanqiu lowered his head and heard Lin Sen'an's words as if he was coaxing a child.

He murmured, "Okay."
"Be good." The doting words seemed to carry a hint of smile.

Shen Yanqiu returned to the room and washed his face. Finally, he saw that his face had returned to its plump and white appearance.

She opened the closet, thinking about changing her clothes, but found that she could only change into the pink Tyrannosaurus Rex pajamas.

After a while, she walked out of the room cautiously and poked her head out from behind the kitchen door.
"Lin Sen'an..." Hey, where is he?
"Qiuqiu, your pink dinosaur pajamas are so cute!" Lin Sen'an's low and gentle voice sounded behind her.

"Lin Sen'an, it should be more precise to say it's pink Tyrannosaurus Rex pajamas." She turned her head, not daring to look directly at Lin Sen'an.
"Hahahaha." Lin Sen'an's hearty and pleasant laughter melted into the night.

The next day
When Lin Sen'an got off work from the Sen Team, he went to a flower shop on the street.
"Mr. Lin, the sunflowers you ordered last time have arrived." The clerk took out a pot of sunflowers planted in a flowerpot. This variety of sunflowers can survive at room temperature in winter.

Lin Sen'an looked at Sunflower gently and nodded.
Shen Yanqiu didn't expect that Lin Sen'an would bring a pot of sunflowers when he got home from get off work today. Although the sunflowers in the pot had not yet bloomed, she stared at this magical winter sunflower intently.

"Qiuqiu, this pot of sunflower is a new variety. I heard that as long as it is kept at room temperature and planted well, it will bloom. I don't have time to grow it, so I'm giving it to you." Lin Sen'an said casually.

"Great." Shen Yanqiu smiled and cheered in the wheelchair.

(End of this chapter)