On the way back, Shi Yang and Shen Linhai were in the same car.
Shen Zhengyang drove, and Lan Yeru sat in the passenger seat.
Shiyang sat in the back seat with Shen Linhai and Huang Rongzhen.
Perhaps because she was in the car, Huang Rongzhen's strength in holding her hand relaxed a lot, just like a kind elder, she put Shi Yang's hand flat in the palm of her hand, caressing her back and forth without saying a word, just looking at her with distress and emotion. The time is rippling.
Shiyang was a little embarrassed by her stare, as if she had stolen someone else's identity.
Shen Linhai also noticed her discomfort and comforted her softly:
"Girl, you don't have to worry about it. Xiao Yu'er is our granddaughter. She was lost when she was young. She has been looking for her for more than ten years but has not been found. Her grandma has always been thinking about her, especially after suffering from Alzheimer's disease in the past few years. No one has remembered her. Just remember this lost granddaughter."
Shiyang smiled awkwardly and didn't know how to answer the question.
Shen Linhai continued: "It was hard to find the person two years ago. Unfortunately, her grandmother could not remember the person at all. Her granddaughter didn't recognize her when she was standing in front of her. Instead, when she saw a young girl on the road, she would step forward to recognize her. . She probably saw that you and Xiaoyuer are similar in age, so she mistakenly thought you were her."
As soon as she finished speaking, Huang Rongghen scolded: "Nonsense, she is my little concubine."
Seeing that her emotions were about to lose control again, Shen Linhai quickly put his arm around her shoulders and comforted her softly: "Okay, she is my little concubine. Don't be angry. Being too angry is bad for your health."
Huang Rongzhen was finally comforted again, and she leaned on Shen Linhai's shoulder naturally.
Shiyang looked at the two people in love, feeling inexplicably envious.
"Grandpa and grandma have such a good relationship." She couldn't help but sigh.
"Thank you." Shen Linhai thanked her for accepting her compliment. After thanking him, he looked a little confused and regretful. "It's a pity that she didn't remember anything after she got sick."
Seeing his downcast expression, Lan Yeru turned around to comfort him and said, "Dad, don't worry, Qingyao didn't mean to recreate the places where you and your mother walked when you were young in the manor in the past two years. See if you can make Mom remember something?"
Shiyang paused slightly and looked at Lan Yeru.
Lan Yeru smiled at Shiyang and said:
"My parents have always had a good relationship. They went to many places together when they were young, and they fell in love in those places.
"A few years ago, they originally planned to visit these places to relive them. Unexpectedly, before they could go out, my dad almost suffered a stroke and didn't make it. When he got better, my mom got Alzheimer's again. No one remembers it, only the few places where they fell in love when they were young.
"My dad wanted to take her for a walk together, but neither of our bodies could withstand the fatigue of traveling, so my dad thought about replicating these places in the manor and giving them to my mom in his lifetime, to see if he could To evoke some memories for her is also an agreement they made when they were young."
Lan Yeru said and took out an old photo album from the bag behind the back seat: "Look, these are the places they walked before. My mother doesn't remember anything now, but she only regards this photo album as a treasure. Take it with you wherever you go.”
Shiyang took the photo she handed over.
It was similar to the one Shen Qingyao showed her that day, but this photo album was obviously developed separately and was relatively new.
She flipped through the entire photo album, and it was obvious that the relationship between the two was very sweet.
She couldn't help but glance at the two old people.
Perhaps Lan Yeru's words aroused Shen Linhai's regret, and he looked a little sad.
"I don't know if it's too late." He murmured softly, looking at Huang Rongzhen who was still looking at Shiyang. "When I was young, I always felt that I had time and was not in a hurry, but in the end..."
"Dad, what are you thinking about? The design draft must be finalized. Hire a few more construction teams and it can be completed in one year. Don't say anything depressing."
Shen Zhengyang, who was in the driver's seat, comforted softly.
Shen Linhai glanced at him, the sadness on his face did not fade away, and he was not comforted. Instead, he saw Shi Yang watching from the side, and felt a little embarrassed: "Girl, just chatting about home affairs, don't mind."
Shiyang smiled: "It's okay."
He unconsciously glanced out of the car window and realized that the car had entered the villa area.
This is the earliest wealthy area in Xicheng. It has been around for some time and is full of old single-family villas. They are surrounded by tile walls and iron fences. The fences are covered with green plants and are dense and lush.
The trees along the way have towered into the clouds, their branches are crisscrossed and thick, and the breath of time is everywhere.
Shiyang looked at the period-looking fences and trees outside the car window, feeling a little dazed.
"arrive."
Shen Zhengyang's reminder brought Shiyang out of her trance. She glanced at Shen Zhengyang hesitantly, and then followed the others to open the door and get out of the car.
Thick sycamore trees come into view, growing neatly one after another.
The branches intersect and extend to the road, forming a huge canopy. Under the breeze of early autumn, there are already yellow leaves on the ground, and they are rolled up in beautiful arcs by the breeze under the yellowing street lamps.
Two adjacent villas are hidden in the darkness. The black iron fence is covered with morning glories, and the lush green plants in the yard extend from the fence.
The villa on the left is dark and has no lights. It looks a little dilapidated. The yard is overgrown with weeds. It has obviously been uninhabited for a long time.
The villa on the right still has lights.
The two villas are not separated by walls and fences like other villas, but are open to each other.
One side is dilapidated, and the other side is smoky. The contrast between the two makes the left side feel inexplicably dilapidated and desolate.
Regardless of the exterior wall shape, fence style, or rich and jagged trees, the villa all reveals the mark of the times, like a filter with layers of time.
Shiyang stared blankly at the two villas that had a sense of age. Her eyes moved from the illuminated villa to the dilapidated and uninhabited villa next door. Her feet seemed to have a consciousness of their own, leading her towards it unconsciously. passed.
Lan Yeru turned around and noticed something strange about Shi Yang, and called her out of confusion: "Miss Shi?"
He remembered that she just said her name was "Shiyang".
Shiyang looked back in a daze, her expression a little dazed, her eyes were red, and tears were rolling around her, but her whole expression was empty and confused, as if her soul had been taken away, and she didn't know where she was.
Lan Yeru was frightened by her reaction and stepped forward anxiously: "Miss Shi, what's wrong with you?"
The pain caused by the sudden hold on his arm made Shiyang regain his consciousness slightly, but the whole person was still confused and confused. He just stared blankly at Lan Yeru in front of him and the other people who were walking up in fear, and his eyes unconsciously flickered from front to back. A strange but worried face swept across his face, and he looked at the dilapidated yard. For some reason, his nose felt sour, and tears suddenly fell down.
