Looking at Qin Jingru's appearance, He Yuzhu also sighed. That silly girl back then is now an old lady in her forties. Time flies so fast!

However, he and Qin Jingru will definitely not renew their relationship. Even the matter between him and Xu Xiaonuan and his daughter can only be known by the three of them.

This matter cannot be known to Ran Qiuye. He came to the south by himself, but he still found no reason before he came out.

After arranging Qin Jingru and his wife, He Yuzhu continued to return to Yanjing. He had a premonition that he would not wake up for too long, maybe it would be within one or two years, or maybe it would be within one or two days!

Sometimes the more you look forward to, the less you don’t come. It’s very metaphysical. He Yuzhu can only rely on this kind of self-comfort. Perhaps the more he wants to be awake, the less he is awake?

Let it be done!

Since recognizing Xu Xiaonuan, He Yuzhu has completely lost all worries. Let everything go with the flow! He secretly called to ask about the situation of the mother and the mother. Only after confirming that she was fine was he relieved.

Xu Xiaonuan's excellence also saved him from being careless.

The same goes for Lou Xiao'e. She calls her phone once a month, or sends someone to take care of her own. She occasionally makes a long-distance call with He Xiao, and the two of them talk about family matters, and their respective interesting things in life.

In short, the family is happy and the children are healthy. He Yuzhu already feels that he has no regrets at all.

As for life in the compound, it soon returned to peace again. This is the case with poor families. How poor can they be poor?

But after this incident, the courtyard completely lost the life of a family that was once a lover, and the words "Love in Siheyuan" seemed to have no taste and artistic conception.

All households are worried about living a life of food, food, oil and salt. The experience of Health Code has also caused many families to fall into underestimation and difficulties for several years. However, as the country gradually develops, the thousands of dollars that once lost their entire family has gradually eased up.

Time flies, and the flash of time passes. He Yuzhu has been waiting for the awakening, and finally has a look. Unfortunately, it is already the first year of the year, and it is New Year's Eve.

That day, the family got together and had a reunion dinner. After the meal, He Zhen smiled and asked for a red envelope. He Yuzhu patted the young man who was taller than himself on the shoulder, and was about to give him a few words of encouragement.

Suddenly, a sound of firecrackers suddenly sounded in the courtyard. He Yuzhu only felt that the sound of firecrackers seemed to be in his ears. The sound was a bit unreal, but he couldn't say what was unreal.

Why is the sound of firecrackers a bit like the moon in the legend of Phoenix? Is this song coming out now?

Yes? It's only a year now, why is there a moon above it?

No, I am about to wake up!

He Yuzhu tried hard to stabilize himself and not wake up so quickly. At least he said goodbye to his son, daughter and wife, but he gradually felt his thoughts slowly leaving He Yuzhu's body.

He floated higher and higher, and he felt that his thoughts were like a soul, and had already floated to the roof. He seemed to see He Yuzhu's head. He couldn't make a sound, and he wanted to struggle, but he didn't react at all.

At this moment, suddenly, he saw He Yuzhu slowly raise his head and look at the roof, as if the two were looking at each other through time and space. He Yuzhu suddenly showed a smile on his face, and that smile, everything was silent!

After leaving He Yuzhu's thoughts, the memories in his mind slowly returned again, and Zhang Peng's name once again appeared in his mind. He Yuzhu's memories were gradually deprived of hidden things like memories in dreams, and Zhang Peng's memories slowly occupied his thinking.

His thoughts were getting higher and higher. Seeing He Yuzhu smiling and patting He Zhen on the shoulder and saying some encouragement words, He Zhen nodded. He Hua's big pie face was also smiling and stretched out his hand to He Yuzhu for a red envelope. He Hua's big pie face was becoming more and more like He Yuzhu now, and the two of them seemed to be carved out in the same mold.

Ran Qiuye smiled and said something to He Hua, but He Hua refused to listen. He walked up and hugged He Yuzhu's arm to act coquettishly. An old man smiled from the side, picked up a bone and threw it under the table. The pug who had turned from little yellow to old yellow happily wagged his tail, hid under the table with the bone in his mouth.

It turns out that after he left, He Yuzhu was still He Yuzhu. It seems that the memories of these years still exist. Perhaps the scene when he just looked at him was like a dream!

Zhang Peng's thoughts drifted higher and higher, and his eyes gradually saw the entire courtyard. He could even see the scenes inside each household through the roof.

At the second uncle's house, he sat in front of the cold table in his bangs. The flour and oil sent from the street in the afternoon were still placed on the table, but his eyes were dull and he sat on the chair motionless. The room seemed to be dark and had nothing to do with the joy outside the house.

The third uncle's family was crowded in front of a table. There was a hot pot on the table, but there were only a few plates of cabbage and potatoes on the table. The whole family tried hard to pick up food in the pot, fearing that they would not be able to eat it. The third uncle picked up a steamed bun, took a small bite, and looked at the scene in front of him, feeling a burst of sadness surged in his heart. He took off his glasses and wiped it. He looked at the third uncle and saw the helplessness in each other's eyes.

The hot pot slowly rushed upwards, blocking the dim lights, making the whole room more blurry. Zhang Peng's gaze slowly moved away, and suddenly he thought about it and his gaze appeared at Qin Huairu's home.

The dilapidated look in the house was almost exactly the same as five years ago. The table she lifted up was still lying on the ground. The bed was lifted up, the glass in the window had already broken, and the rain and snow had been soaked in several years, making the whole house look shaky. On the wet ground in the corner of the wall, a family photo frame of a glass photo was blocked by a wooden board. The portraits in the photo were already a little blurry, and only Qin Huairu's smile when she was young was faintly visible.

Zhang Peng's thoughts slowly rose again, and gradually saw many streets, many hutongs and courtyards, as well as life and joys and sorrows in the hutongs. He felt that his body was getting lighter and lighter, and the world seemed a little blurred.

It seemed that it was snowing, and Zhang Peng could feel the snowflakes suddenly floating by his side in the sky, slowly falling towards the entire Yanjing City.

His sight was getting farther and farther away. He had seen the lights of thousands of families in Yanjing City below. He saw children playing on the street corners, and children wearing new clothes were setting off firecrackers. A little further away, there was a cart selling roasted sweet potatoes that had just closed the stall. The old man struggled to push the roasted tricycle forward in the snow. On New Year's Eve, he might have hoped that a child would buy his steaming roasted sweet potatoes, but unfortunately there was no one on the street.

There was only a woman with disheveled hair on the corner of the street holding something and was stumbled forward. The woman saw the old man selling roasted sweet potatoes, stumbled forward, took out a piece of paper, and asked him what he wanted.

Zhang Peng's consciousness became increasingly blurred, as if the next moment he was about to leave the world. He tried hard to look at the woman, but it seemed that his gaze was too far away and could no longer see clearly.

Until then, the woman suddenly raised her head, as if she felt something, and looked at the sky. When Zhang Peng saw that face, his blurred vision became clearer again.

The woman was Qin Huairu. She was wearing a torn cotton jacket, with disheveled hair, and her head was covered in messy and disheveled, but she seemed to have no concern at all. She was holding a missing person notice in her hand, and there was information about the knot. She was asking the old man about the knot, but what she got was confused and shaking her head.

The old man pushed the cart of roasted sweet potatoes again and drove forward, but after walking a few steps, the old man stopped again. He looked back at the woman not far away, picked up a roasted sweet potato from the oven, packed it in a kraft paper bag, slowly walked to her and handed it over.

Qin Huairu raised her head and looked at the old man. Without saying a word, she took the sweet potato bag and put it in her arms, allowing the hot air she finally got to warm her chest.

The old man pushed the cart away slowly, leaving only Qin Huairu standing there. The snowflakes slowly fell on her head. She raised her head and looked at the snowflakes in the sky. Suddenly, she felt so relaxed. The warm snowflakes seemed to be like the smiles of the children and the nagging of the mother-in-law when the family was sitting at the table and eating a reunion dinner. It was like the smiles of her face in front of her. She showed a happy smile and let the snowflakes cover her cheeks.

There was a sound of music floating from the windows of someone's house on the street.

Dedicated to the distance

Roses dedicated to love

What do I give to you

my sweetheart

…

I keep asking

I keep looking for it

Keep thinking

White dove dedicated to the blue sky

Starlight dedicated to the long night

What do I give to you

My child

Dedicated to the earth in the rainy season

Time is dedicated to the season

What do I give to you

…!

(Recommended this song, Su Qi's dedication. When I heard this song today, I suddenly thought of writing such an ending. Qin Huairu's life was dedicated, but in the end, it ended up with such an ending. Many people called me the book written like shit. One of the reasons is that I was entangled with Qin Huairu. However, when I wrote a book, I like to write it in the character of the original protagonist, rather than the perspective of God like a cheat. Although that was very pleasant, it was not the personality of an ordinary person. The protagonist of this book was just an ordinary person, not a real time traveler. Dreams fusion of the protagonist's memory, and perhaps the one who dominates the body is the protagonist of the original work, but there was a memory of others in my mind. This is the protagonist like Zhuang Zhou's dream butterfly.)
Chapter completed!