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As soon as I opened the door and walked into the room, the memories of the past poured into Liang Weixin's mind.

Ji Qinghe and Ji Panpan, who once sat on the sofa to knit sweaters and discuss parenting together, seemed to be still there. On the thick wool carpet in the living room, two little boys in the same clothes leaned together to play with toys.

Those things that Liang Weixin thought he would not think of again broke through the shackles of time and re entered his mind.

It's just that this time there was no suffocating sadness.

Time does not take away those memories, only the mood of happiness or sadness at that time.

Ji Qinghe has been sleeping in the martyrs' cemetery forever, and Liang Jingyi has grown up, and he is not the one who will die of grief because he lives in a place full of memories.

No matter hope or not, the past is the past, and those sad or happy emotions stay in the long river of time, turning into clear pebbles at the bottom of the river, recording all that happened in the past.

Emotions in the river wash over the years become smooth and transparent, without the original color, gradually convergence of the pebbles can also reflect sunlight into the bottom of the river.

"I'll go and put the quilt away, and then I'll make my own bed. You can tidy up your clothes and find a place for this fake plant."

Liang Weixin changed his shoes at the door, took the quilt from Liang Jingyi and went to the bigger bedroom.

Liang Jingyi first moved all the clothes to the empty closet in his room, and then went out to pour green plants.

Standing at the door of the study and scanning the living room, Liang Jingyi realized that the room was really empty.

The living room is so spacious that no matter where the plant is put, it will not appear abrupt.

Liang Jingyi looked around in the living room, and finally decided to put the fake green plant which was almost to his waist on the sofa near the door.

It won't occupy a lot of space here, and it can let people see the fresh green when they enter the door.

He adjusted the angle several times before putting the plants in place. Liang Weixin also made the bed and put the extra quilts in a bigger cabinet in his bedroom.

"What time is it, Xiao Bao?"

Liang Jingyi took out his mobile phone and looked at it. "It's ten minutes before five."

"Would you like to take a bath first?" Liang Weixin came over and laughed mysteriously, "to clean up, dad has a surprise for you."

When Liang Jingyi came out to sit on the sofa after taking a bath, Liang Weixin said, "I've discussed with you uncle Fu Ting, and we'll have a dinner together to talk about the past tonight."

Clearly, it was just an appointment, but Liang Weixin made it very mysterious and formal.

Liang Jingyi wiped his hair and laughed, "OK!"

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when the dust visible to the naked eye in the air finally hid in the hazy darkness, Fu Jiyao slowly walked home with a pile of vegetables.

Taking off his blue uniform, he can finally walk on the road like an ordinary person, without caring about the gratitude and resentment of other people's families and helping others deal with their affairs.

He can finally be sulky because of his own affairs. He doesn't have to worry about affecting other people who need his help.

In the afternoon, I didn't finish talking with Liang Jingyi, which was enough to make him depressed. What's more, what Liang Jingyi said was that kind of words with unknown meaning.

If it was still in the afternoon atmosphere, he could press people on the wall again and kiss them hard, and he had to tell himself clearly.

However, it has been so long that the missing atmosphere is impossible to create again.