Lin Xuan'er was stunned and looked at the figures that were big and small in the distance, unable to get out of sight for a long time.

The petite child chased the man wearing a hat and said in a silly voice, "Dad, Dad, Xiaotian will help you take it."

As the figure went further and further, the sound no longer came. Perhaps it was immersed in other people's happiness, or perhaps it was immersed in one's own sentimentality. The moment Lin Xuan'er turned around, she missed too much, too much, and her weak figure gradually disappeared in the dusk.

A woman's figure walked towards the man wearing a hat and the child. With some rapid steps, she gently shouted "Amo, Xiaotian..."

The child took off the man's hand, rushed towards the woman who was walking, and shouted in a tender voice: "Mom..."

The woman squatted down and hugged the child in her arms. The man wearing a hat asked in an unknown tone: "Why did you run out?"

The woman stood up and said with a smile: "Young Master Song is awake."

"Really..." Although the man could not see his expression, his excitement and joy could be heard from his voice.

The woman nodded with a smile, "Go away quickly." The man left words and hurriedly left.

The woman picked up the little man beside her and followed her away.

When the flowers bloomed again, Lin Xuan'er, with the wind on his hair, came to the foot of the bottomless cliff again, sat at the towering mountain, and stayed by the cards where they met for the next life. Seeing the flowers blooming all over the mountains, she was no longer alone. She not only had to wait for him to watch the flowers bloom, but also had to accompany him to watch the flowers fall for generations.

Under the rule of the Gao Jin Dynasty, the Northern Dynasties gradually became prosperous and peaceful, the people lived and worked in peace, and the country flourished every year.

There is prosperity everywhere in the Lihua City, everyone is filled with happiness, the streets are full of traffic, and the markets are endless.

I don’t know when, the Peach Blossom City has become a real Peach Blossom City. Every time the peach blossoms bloom, there is a faint fragrance of peach blossoms floating in the Peach Blossom City. Even when winter comes, the fragrance of flowers will remain in the breath and never leaves for a long time. Until the next year, when the peach blossoms bloom again, year after year, day after day, the peach blossoms have become the fairy in people’s hearts.

Lianghu is still as dazzling as before. A woman in white sat in a pavilion, facing the endless lake, and was in a state of consciousness for a long time, as if she had forgotten time. Even if she was herself, this person was Lin Xuan'er.

The followers were playing by the river, and the children were having a lot of fun, so Lin Xuan'er did not disturb them.

I heard a girl about six or seven years old saying in a tender voice: "What's your name?"

"My name is Song Yixuan." The boy was almost the same age as the girl, but the boy said in a tough tone: "What's your name?"

"My name is Lin Yiran."

"It seems that our names all have the word "memory". Why don't we be friends?" The little boy stretched out his little hand to the girl.

The girl also reached out to hold the boy, and she said sweetly: "My mother said that the memories in my name are memories of my father."

The boy said in a hurry: "My father also said that the memories in my name are memories of my mother."

"It's such a coincidence. You have to remember your mother, and I have to remember your father. Then let's be good friends and see who will find your father and mother first?" Yiran said in a tender and happy tone.

"Okay, my dad said that my mother will be back soon."

"Oh, that's how?" Yiran obviously faded a little bit, because every time Lin Xuan'er went to visit, Song Jingran would tell her that she would definitely bring Song Jingran back, but year after year, she still did not wait for her father's return.

"Where are you?" Yixuan was only a few years old, so he couldn't see Yiran's loss. He asked curiously: "Didn't your mother tell you when your father will come back?"

Yiran shook her head with a loss on her face. The child playing together seemed to have heard it accidentally. An older boy pointed at Yiran and laughed: "You don't have a dad, haha...she doesn't have a dad."

The little boy threatened to the friends around him, as if he was making fun of Yiran, and the children, because they were young, pointed at Yiran and laughed at him.

Yiran was suddenly ridiculed, and with her already lost emotion, she covered her eyes and cried sadly. Although Yixuan was young, he had a strong courage. He blocked Yiran behind him and shouted angrily: "Why are you laughing? What's wrong with not having a father? They have mothers, so they don't grow up like this."

The children were unheard of, and they still pointed and pointed. Yixuan was angry for a moment. He stepped forward and pushed the children and said angrily: "Go away...you all go away... let's not play with villains."

Several children were also separated, and Yiran was still crying sadly. Yixuan took out a brocade handkerchief from his arms and handed it to Yiran, but Yiran rubbed his swollen eyes and did not take it over.

"Sister Yiran, stop crying. If they bully you again in the future, I will beat them for you." Yixuan carefully wiped Yiran's tears, "Sister Yiran, can you stop crying?"

Perhaps because she heard the noise of the child, Lin Xuan'er also walked over, and she called out from afar: "I'm not aware..."

"Mother..." Yiran took clumsy steps and flew into Lin Xuan'er's arms.

"What's wrong? Why are you still crying?" Lin Xuan'er gently wiped the tears from Yiran's face.

"They all laughed at Yiran without dad." Yiran threw herself in Lin Xuan'er's arms even more sadly.

Lin Xuan'er's heart was not tingling. Because of three years of staying together, her passionate heart had long been sealed by time, but seeing Yiran crying so sadly, she still felt deeply guilty.

"Yiran is good." Lin Xuan'er gently stroked the back of Yiran's head and said softly: "It's not that Yiran has no father, it's just that his father is not around."

"When will Dad return to Yiran's side? Yiran misses Dad." Yiran looked at Lin Xuan'er with big watery eyes and full of anticipation.

Whenever Lin Xuan'er saw Yiran's expectant eyes, she didn't dare to look directly at it. The expectation seemed to pierce through her bone marrow. She couldn't give her the expectation she thought of, but she could only weave lies to be realistic and realistic again and again.

"When the pear blossoms bloom, my mother will wait for my father to return to Yiran." Lin Xuan'er was still the same soft voice, but she seemed to have become very calm in her heart.

"Really?" Yiran said in surprise: "Mom, you can't deceive Yiran."

Because every time Lin Xuaner deceived Yiran, she would say that when the pear blossoms bloom in the next season, she would wait for Song Jingran to return. So Yiran thought that when this year left and bloomed, she would wait for her father to return.

Now it is time for the pear blossoms to be released, and Lin Xuan'er decided not to pursue them blindly. Even if she wants to keep the flowers blooming and falling for the rest of her life, she will have to wait for the fragrance of her own season.

"Mom will never deceive Yiran." Lin Xuan'er pamperedly corrected Li Yiran's messy hair, but deception was also a kind of sustenance for her.

Yiran finally nodded happily, Yixuan, who was staring at her foolishly, stared at her black eyes, and suddenly he stepped forward and said, "Auntie, don't worry, I will take care of Yiran's sister in the future."

Lin Xuan'er noticed that Yixuan was still here. She leaned over and touched Yixuan's face, and smiled calmly and said, "Thank you, you are so good."

"You're welcome, auntie, I'm fine, just call me Yixuan."

"Yixuan..." Lin Xuan'er murmured to herself and repeated the two 'Yixuan's. Suddenly she pulled Yixuan excitedly and said excitedly: "Did you say you Yixuan?"

Yixuan nodded ignorantly.

"Are you really Yixuan? Song Yixuan?" Lin Xuaner squatted in front of Yixuan. She frowned and looked at Yixuan with excitement and shock. After three years, in addition to visiting Song Jingran every year, she was always in the backyard of Yanyu Building, so she seemed to be isolated from her for everything outside.

Yixuan was obviously a little scared by Lin Xuan'er's actions, but he nodded ignorantly.

Lin Xuan'er incited the crystal tears in her eyes. She never wanted to. When she reorganized everything and was ready to face the world, she was the first to meet her own son. Looking at her already sensible son, she felt deeply guilty, but also had too much miss.

"Auntie, why are you crying?" Yixuan took the brocade handkerchief and gently wiped away Lin Xuan'er's tears.

After Lin Xuan'er relieved her for a moment, she gently wiped away her tears, but she still couldn't suppress her inner excitement. She held Yixuan's hand and said sadly: "Yixuan, your aunt and the others are all okay?"

"It's great to have my dad taking care of you."

"Dad?" Lin Xuan'er said in surprise: "Whose dad are you talking about?"

Lin Xuan'er was confused. Yixuan's father said, and according to the dark soul's dialogue, it should be impossible for him to remarry. So who is the father said in Yixuan's father said?

Yixuan said without thinking: "Of course it's Yixuan's father."

Lin Xuan'er's eyes were so locked that she really didn't understand what was going on with the father Yixuan's actions. She looked at Yixuan again. Could it be that she just renamed Yixuan? So she mistakenly recognized Yixuan.

Lin Xuan'er sighed inwardly, perhaps because she was too excited, so she ignored too many people who were named and surnamed. Just as she was devouring her god, she accidentally glanced at the brocade handkerchief in Yixuan's hand.

Because she was too familiar, Lin Xuan'er reached out to grab the brocade hand and left gently. Her heart was already covered in dust, and she rushed up again. She looked at the familiar brocade hand, and then trembled and took out the exact same brocade hand from her arms. She stared at the two exactly the same brocade hand, and fell into deep thought for a moment.
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