If it is true, he is willing to go back to every day in the past, and walk all the good, bad, happy, and unfortunate, again. However, he will not be hurt any more.

The Spring Festival Gala at Taiyuan Road Primary School was scheduled for the evening. It had been drizzling since the morning. It was dark early in the evening. Walking on a slightly muddy road, the wind blew, and it felt colder than the lowest temperature reported by the weather forecast. Ju Nian and Fei Ming rushed to the bus station with a big umbrella, which can be described as having difficulty walking.

With Ju Nian's advice, Fei Ming finally agreed not to change into dancing clothes and shoes for the time being to avoid getting dirty. For this performance, she was so excited that she couldn't fall asleep all night last night, but as soon as she went out, the bad weather and road conditions made her feel a little depressed in fairy tales singing and dancing. When the cold wind blew, she kept yelling with a headache.

"Aunt, I knew it would be impossible to hold an umbrella." Fei Ming complained with white breath in his mouth.

Ju Nian smiled pursed her lips and didn't even point it out. It was obvious that she thought the other umbrella was old and ugly, but she quietly moved the handle of the umbrella to Fei Ming and comforted her: "I'm about to arrive at the bus stop."

The weather was bad, and even fewer people were willing to walk. The buses that just passed were full. The child pretended to be the most important thing in front of the show, so he was naturally anxious and anxious. She watched the continuous private cars gallop away from her eyes, and couldn't help but murmur: "Uncle Han Shu doesn't know what he is doing. I clearly told him what to perform tonight."

After Fei Ming finished speaking, he secretly looked at his aunt. Ju Nian was lowering his head and swaying the water droplets on the umbrella, as if he hadn't heard what she said. Fei Ming breathed a sigh of relief, but was a little disappointed, and stretched his neck angrily waiting for the arrival of the next bus.

After a while, Fei Ming almost forgot about this topic, and then he heard his aunt ask slowly: "Oh, what did he say?"

Fei Ming rolled his eyes and thought to himself that his aunt's reaction was slow enough. When she talked about this, she felt a little energetic. "I called Uncle Han Shu last week. He was so strange. He didn't say anything or not, so he asked Aunt if you know I asked him to come."

"That's it." Ju Nian nodded and stopped talking.

Such a result obviously cannot satisfy the child. Fei Ming pretended to be accustomed to analyze: "Auntie, did you not let Uncle Han Shu come? I think he seems a little afraid of you."

Ju Nian laughed, "How could it be? Your Uncle Han Shu doesn't come because he has something else to do."

"But the performance is at night, so he doesn't have to go to work."

"Follower, there are many things to do besides going to work."

"Then why don't you have anything to do when you're not at work?"

Ju Nian was speechless, and she found that she could not argue with this teenage child.

After finally reaching the auditorium of the elementary school, Fei Ming refused to give up and was still looking around. She was still looking forward to Uncle Han Shu suddenly appearing out of a corner and giving her a "surprise" with a smile.

In a short while, Fei Ming will be the Snow White who is paying attention to on the stage. She hopes that more people she loves can share the joy of that moment, especially Uncle Han Shu. If he comes, many students who laugh at her as an orphan will find that there will be a handsome and good "parent" under the stage, just cheering and applauding Xie Feiming, rather than just having her aunt quietly accompany her.

It’s not bad for my aunt. Fei Ming didn’t know that my aunt was the one who really took care of her, but my aunt was always too deserted, and Fei Ming was too afraid of this kind of desertedness. What she longed for was a lively dining table after school, and a warm embrace of happiness or depression, but she didn’t have these. In her memory, she only occasionally woke up at midnight, the endless tranquility in the old house, and the lonely side face of Aunt Ju Nian when she sat wither.

Fei Ming has not grown up enough to understand those emotions, but she can smell the sadness hidden after the dull days, which is not the smell of home in her dreams.

Uncle Han Shu did not show up. Fei Ming hugged her skirt and dance shoes with a little disappointed and ran into the dressing room on the second floor of the auditorium. Ju Nian found a seat to sit down and waited alone.

The performance is about to begin. Fei Ming, who has changed into a white gauze dress and dressed like a sweetheart princess, suddenly returned to Ju Nian nervously and excitedly.

"Why is the face so red?" Through the foundation, Ju Nian could even detect Fei Ming's strange flushed face, and the surprise in his eyes could not be concealed.

Fei Ming stuffed a paper bag in Ju Nian's arms and said mysteriously to Ju Nian: "Aunt, the teacher just now gave me this, saying that an aunt gave me, did you buy it for me?"

The young man opened the exquisite and sophisticated paper bag. It was a beautiful small box. When he opened it, he found that the box was filled with various beautiful small hairpins, colorful decorations and crystal rhinestones were dazzling.

"Did you buy it for me?" Fei Ming kept asking around, but she might know in her heart that the answer was no. "Is it Uncle Han Shu?"

The child's voice was slightly trembling due to extreme excitement and surprise, while Ju Nian's fingertips were chilling, and a corner of his heart was also trembling slightly. It would not be Han Shu. Although Han Shu could afford it and was willing to give gifts to the child, he would not deliberately buy such things that little girls like, nor would he know that these things are exactly what Fei Ming likes at the moment. The answer is self-evident.

"No, it's not Uncle Han Shu. The teacher told me that he was an aunt... Which aunt was it? Why didn't she hand it over to me with her own hands?"

How could Ju Nian tell Fei Ming that these cards come from someone she has always thought about but has never met, and that person may never give Fei Ming the home she wants for a past, a vow... or for another family and a stable life.

Of course, Chen Jiejie recognized Fei Ming, which was the only blood proof left in her absurd years of youth. Will she cry when she passed by that time? Will she regret it? Will she think of her lost face because of this life that blended her and Wu Yu's bloodline? Ju Nian didn't know that what she was sure of was that Chen Jiejie might want to compensate her children, but she could not recognize Fei Ming. The compensation she could give was just a beautiful but useless embellishment piece for this box.

Ju Nian thought, it wasn't her fault. It was just a past where some people wanted to remember, some people wanted to forget, that's all.

"Can someone else send it wrong?" Fei Ming guessed in the end, but instead felt frightened by this unlikely luck.

Ju Nian laughed and picked one out of the hairpin pile and put it on Fei Ming's hair.

"Do you like it?" she asked.

Fei Ming kept nodding with red eyes.

Ju Nian couldn't help feeling a little sad. She kept Fei Ming by her side for so many years, but she gave her children so little happiness.

"Just like it. Look, the hairpin is so beautiful on your head. How could it be that it was wrong? Maybe this is a late gift from Santa Claus to Snow White!"

Although Fei Ming didn't believe it, he smiled, and his attention was successfully transferred to the performance she cared about the most. She pulled open the hem of her skirt and briskly turned around in front of Ju Nian.

"Aunt, does my skirt look good? Li Xiaomeng was also wearing makeup just now. She played a tree. When she saw my skirt, her face turned green."

Ju Nian held back her laughter, "I just saw the boy who played the prince. It's Lite, right? He is also very handsome today."

Fei Ming turned around sweetly for a few times, sat on the chair beside Ju Nian, and muttered, "Aunt, I feel a little dizzy when I am happy."

Ju Nian found a tissue to stain the thin sweat on Fei Ming's forehead, "Just sit for a while."

"Did you dance when you were young, aunt?"

"Uh...I don't jump very much."

"Don't you want to be Snow White?"

"Only the best girl can play Snow White," Ju Nian said with a smile.

The child didn't know how to be modest, so he nodded to express his approval. After thinking for a while, he tilted his head and said seriously: "Aunt, I think you are also very good."

"Hmm?" Ju Nian was a little surprised. She laughed at herself. Maybe it was because she hadn't heard anyone say such things to her for too many years, so that her eyes felt slightly wet because of the child's unintentional affirmation. "Really?"

"Really." Fei Ming gently leaned his head on his aunt's shoulder, "Aunts in the world are the best... except for my parents."

The teacher summoned all the students participating in the performance to the backstage to wait in a hurry. Fei Ming ran away in a hurry. Ju Nian calmed down and still sat in her seat, waiting for the performance that was about to begin.

Because of the school’s careful preparation, the evening party program is quite exciting, and parents who applaud hard and focus on taking photos can be seen everywhere. Perhaps for parents, it is not important to what the performance on stage is, what is important is that they have their own treasures in it.

After halfway through the evening party, the primary school student who was presenting the show said to the audience in the voice of the oriole: "Next, please enjoy the musical and dance drama - "Snow White and the Seven Dwarves."

The applause rang out like thunder, and Ju Nian couldn't help but sit up straight and wait for Fei Ming's performance attentively. She knew very well how important this performance was to Fei Ming, a child. She had been hard rehearsing and careful preparation for this moment.

She said silently in her heart: Wu Yu, you are watching too, are you?

As the sound of fairy tales came, the audience gradually became quiet, as if they were waiting for the elves on the stage.

One second, two seconds...ten seconds... time has passed, but the stage is always empty. The parents in the audience changed from doubt to stumble, from stumble to stumble and looking around in confusion.

The audience started to stir up a lot. Ju Nian, who was most silenced, frowned in discomfort. After careful attention, she found that the source of the commotion came from the backstage.

This is Fei Ming’s show!

Ju Nian was squeezing her fingers, and she couldn't sit still. What happened? She stood up quietly and trotted towards the backstage.

There were already many people on the small stairs entering the backstage, including students, teachers, and parents. They all stood on tiptoe and stretched their necks to look inside. Ju Nian's mind was full of chaos, and only some fragmented words were heard.

"girl……"

"...It's ill, it's so scary..."

“…have you called an ambulance?”

The uneasy tide felt cold, starting from the toes, slowly, slowly, wet her and swallow her.

Ju Nian separated the people who were watching in front of her, layer after layer of people walls, covering the terrifying and desperate island in the center of the storm with impenetrable airflow. Time seemed to have flowed back, and the scenes around were blurred and difficult to tell... In the midsummer, afternoon, cold hands, ambulances returning from powerlessness, sirens that seemed far away and near, onlookers who were bleak, white stretchers, red blood, pomegranate flowers falling without wind... and the smell of farewell... She was trembling... No... Don't do this...
Chapter completed!