Reborn Pastoral Guiyuan: A Famous Family Warmth Marriage

For Shang Rong, the days that lasted for decades are like a snap of his fingers. Even though he has never seen her again for decades, but, he has this ability, relying only on that short good memory, survived these decades.

He has always known about her, imagining her appearance as a mother, imagining her appearance of scolding her children with a sullen face, decades are not suffering for him at all.

He even wanted to beg for the time to pass slowly, first begging for the white hair not to climb into her hair, even if he hadn't seen her for decades, he was still afraid that one day he would hear the news of her leaving.

Time is a cruel devil. He lost his handsome appearance when he was young, and gradually suppressed his hostility. Like an ordinary old man, he sat in the Bulgarian rose garden that had been replaced by countless batches all day long.

This day is still here. In his last memory, the sky is gray and the rain is as fine as needles. He can still feel the wind blowing on his face, which is icy.

However, the world in his eyes seemed to have turned gray in an instant. He didn't know if it was his own illusion. He seemed to see her standing in front of him, with her head bowed and smelling the fragrance of roses. Her figure was the same as back then that she never forgot, he seemed to hear her straighten up and say to him, Shang Rong, goodbye.

It's a pity to some extent, he has everything in this world, but he never owns her.

Even when he was taken away by the god of death, he always smiled and showed nostalgia for her. The world said that he enjoyed his life in this life and called the wind and rain, but no one knew that he had been regretting for decades, Confess for the rest of your life.

He spent his whole life thinking about the various reasons for losing her. He only prayed that in the next life, he would meet her earlier than anyone else. In the next life, she would still be moved by him, and he would definitely hold her firmly.

In June, the Albizia julibrissin is in full bloom, and as night falls, the night wind blows slowly on the sultry land. In the wind, the fragrance of the albizia juliensis comes to the nose.

Like a dreamland, the bustling traffic in the old dream is different from the hustle and bustle of luxury in the 21st century. Here, there is an old atmosphere of the 90s everywhere.

Bicycles passed by him slowly, and everyone on the bike couldn't help but look back at the man standing under the tree with curious expressions on their faces.

In such an ancient county, when did you see such a man in his prime?

Wearing a black high-end handmade suit, black leather shoes can almost reflect all kinds of people passing by on the side of the road, and a head of neat short hair is flaxen color that is incompatible with passers-by. Obviously, this is a foreigner.

However, people have to admit that this is a very attractive, even handsome foreigner.

"Wang?" Rong Er, who was a few steps away, walked up to him and looked at him in confusion, "Do you want to..."

The man just raised his hand and made a gesture, then he stopped and silently stepped back a few steps away and continued to wait quietly.

"Is it a dream? Or?"

Shang Rong closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and felt the familiar air and the familiar fragrance of flowers here.

He didn't know if this was a dream or not. He only remembered that his life ended on the day she passed away, and he stopped in that rose garden. To Rong Er looked at himself worriedly, and told himself what had happened.

Like a dream, not a dream.

If it was really a dream, why did it feel so real to him.

This is the hometown of the little guy. He knows that he only needs to take a bus to reach her hometown, Houkeng Village.