Lu Yanbei and Ji Xingchen walked into Ji's house under the leadership of Mrs. Zhang. Ji Ran was pruning the flowers and trees in the garden. Ji Xingchen looked at the flowers and plants in the yard and suddenly felt like he was in another world.

How come there are roses in winter?

Her memory seemed to return to that summer.

Nan Xiangwan was sitting in a rocking chair surrounded by roses in the yard. She was surrounded by a sea of ​​flowers and looked as beautiful as a fairy.

In front of her was an easel with beautiful roses and wild roses painted on it.

She smiled and waved to Ji Xingchen, who was still a child: "Baby, come here, let's see if mommy's painting looks good."

That was the first time Nan Xiangwan smiled at her.

The little Ji Xingchen was stunned when she saw the smile on her mother's face. She walked over slowly, her dark eyes gleaming with expectation. Ji Xingchen stood more than one meter away from Nan Xiangwan.

Be quiet and don't dare to get closer.

Little Ji Xingchen also knew that her mother didn't seem to like her.

But Nan Xiangwan was different from usual. He didn't get angry and chase her away with a look of disgust. Instead, he extended his hand to her again: "Little Xingxing, come here to mom."

At that time, Ji Xingchen felt that those were the nicest and most touching words she had ever heard.

She whispered to her mother, but Nan Xiangwan still smiled, stood up and hugged her, then pointed to the flowers on the easel and said: "Stars, mother can paint again."

Ji Xingchen didn't understand what her mother meant, but she knew that her mother was happy and so was she.

She gently hugged Nan Xiangwan, her movements cautious and reserved, but also vaguely happy: "Mom can draw, will she hold Little Star like this in the future?"

Nan Xiangwan paused, and the smile on her face was a little stiff. It seemed that the expectation and caution in the eyes of the little girl in front of her had awakened her maternal love, and it seemed that her inspiration had finally returned to its original state.

At this moment she remembered her responsibility as a mother.

For the first time, Nan Xiangwan's eyes showed a look of guilt. She held up the child's tender face and kissed it: "I'm sorry, honey. It was my mother who did something wrong before. Can you forgive me?"

Ji Xingchen nodded immediately. How could she not forgive her mother? She had never blamed her mother.

Her father told her not to be angry with her mother. She was also a mother for the first time and asked her to take care of her. Ji Xingchen always remembered it well.

She loves her mother so much, how could she blame her mother?

During those days, Nan Xiangwan began to teach Ji Xingchen how to draw. When she discovered Ji Xingchen's sensitivity to color, she was very happy and treated Ji Xingchen more patiently and seriously.

In the yard full of roses, Ji Xingchen spent the happiest and happiest days in her life.

Later, when the rose season was over, Nan Xiangwan participated in a design competition and was accused of plagiarism and was insulted by the entire network, which became a shame for the industry.

Her depression recurred and became more serious. Nan Xiangwan locked herself in the house and never showed up. Ji Rusong was extremely busy at the company every day and had to guard Nan Xiangwan when he returned home.

As time went by, no one could stand the pressure, and the two had the most intense quarrel since their marriage.

The reason was that Ji Xingchen had a high fever, but Nan Xiangwan was at home but ignored him, which almost killed Ji Xingchen.

In the end, Mrs. Zhang found out and called 120 before she managed to save her life.

After the quarrel, Ji Rusong hid in the company and never went home. Nan Xiangwan's condition was such that she would go crazy or cry inexplicably anytime and anywhere. She hurt herself countless times, and then used her remaining pride to hide the wounds.

, not letting Ji Rusong find out.

In the end, the relationship between the two childhood sweethearts was even colder than that of strangers.

Ji Xingchen was walking on thin ice at home all day long. She was afraid and did not dare to go to Nan Xiangwan. She could only look at her secretly, and then prayed to her father to come home and see her mother more often.

Later Ji Rusong came back, but Nan Xiangwan committed suicide.

She died on a white bed, with withered roses and vines outside the window, as if to indicate the end of her life.

The previous happiness between Ji Xingchen and her mother only lasted for a short period of time.

Now that she thinks of these things again, Ji Xingchen is already relieved. Although the maternal love that she couldn't ask for in her childhood only lasted for a flowering period, these memories are enough to make her smile happily when recalling them.

She knew that it wasn't that Nan Xiangwan didn't love her. She just... didn't know how to love her child.

She became famous and talented at a young age, but when the things she was most proud of no longer belonged to her and could never be found again, the freedom she yearned for was no longer hers, and her ears were filled with the cries of babies and a bunch of

Messy housework is never managed properly.

She suffered from long-term insomnia, mental breakdown, and depression.

She doesn't even love herself anymore, how can she love her children?

The corners of Ji Xingchen's mouth curled up slightly, as if he were smiling, but there was endless sadness in his eyes.

Ji Xingchen thought of the woman under the roses that year, and also recalled the last words she said to her.

"Mom is leaving, going to another country, where there is the freedom I yearn for."

"Xingchen, mother hates you."

"Mom loves you too."

These memories are so long ago that Ji Xingchen should have forgotten them, but every time he thinks about them, these voices are extremely clear.

Ji Xingchen felt a warm touch on her lips, and her thoughts gradually came back. When she saw a handsome face enlarged in front of her, she smiled: "Why are you kissing me secretly?"

Lu Yanbei kissed her again: "What's the matter of stealing a kiss? I'm obviously aboveboard."

Ji Xingchen's eyes slowly curved into crescent moons, and his eyes were as bright as the sun.

Ji Ran trimmed the flower branches and looked up to see the two people showing off their affection. She put the scissors aside and trotted up to Ji Xingchen: "Sister, do these roses look good?"

"It's beautiful." Ji Xingchen said truthfully. Roses are her favorite flower because these flowers have carried her entire childhood.

But soon she expressed her doubts: "Where did you get these? Don't roses only bloom in summer?"

Ji Ran said with a smile: "My brother-in-law made it. He found someone to fly it back from abroad. It is a new variety that can bloom all year round. But I have to rely on my ability to grow it. You don't know how delicate these flowers are. You can't look at them for a day."

I can’t stand it anymore, now I have to deal with these flowers every day.”

Ji Xingchen bent down and smelled the fragrance of the flowers, then turned to look at Lu Yanbei in surprise: "When did you get these? Why didn't I know?"

Lu Yanbei lowered his eyes and looked at her seriously: "New Year's gift."

Ji Xingchen opened his mouth and said with a sigh in his heart: "Thank you, I like it very much."

Lu Yanbei stretched out his hand to pull her into his arms and placed a soft kiss on her brow.

In the sea of ​​rose flowers all over the sky, Lu Yanbei said seriously and attentively.

"You can be a proud rose, or you can be a evergreen weed."

"But I hope you will always be my rose."
Chapter completed!