His eyes were slightly sour.

"Su Ming'an..." Noel next to him did not see these scenes, but he saw Su Ming'an's slightly changed expression.

"I'm fine." Su Mingan said.

He once thought that Zu Lixian was the primitive of his mother and an irresponsible madman. But he found that Zu Lixian was indeed a good mother.

He recalled the tombstone of Su Lixian in the picture. There were a few lines of small words engraved under her tombstone. It should be a passage that Zu Lixian had thought of when he was in the research institute.

...

【Wen Sheng.】

[If you have the opportunity to come to your mother’s grave in the future, please let your mother say sorry to you. It was the mother who chose the world and stayed away from you.]

[On the journey of growing up, you will definitely hate your mother. You hate your mother why you don’t come back, you hate your mother why you don’t call you, you hate your mother why you have the time to plant flowers and draw... Mom can only say to you, I’m sorry. It’s because your mother cannot participate in your life.]

[Too many people's memories are in my mother's mind, confusion and pain. My mother can't forget your name after memorizing it repeatedly.]

[Mom wants all children to plant flowers and draw in the future, rather than being forced to erase history and destroy all artistic paintings.]

[Mom will not point fingers at what kind of person you want to become in the future. Mom just hopes that you can be happy.]

[Whether becoming a pianist, a guard like your father, a researcher like your mother, a teacher, a cleaner, a doctor, a anchor, or a staff member.]

【Mom didn’t want you to be great, but gave birth to you.】

【I hope you are happy.】

...

Family affection can never be replaced, it is a scar... It reminds him that you have lost it, or that you have never had it.

When Su Mingan recalled the words on the tombstone, he felt like something was hit by his heart, and there were bursts of hidden pain.

People are not afraid of losing, but they are afraid of not finding alternatives.

He can't find any alternative to feelings like "maternal love". Most people have this kind of thing that he will always lack.

But thinking of Su Lixian's smile, thinking of the way Su Lixian looked when she kissed the photo, and thinking of the "love" she wrote in the palm of Lin Yuzi's hand when she was dying. Su Mingan felt that his lack of a mouthful of heart seemed to have been filled. Although there was still a big hole, the floor was still draining the air.

In Daoya City, the dense sycamore tree outside Su Wensheng's window was transplanted by Su Lixian when she gave birth to Su Wensheng. It was a gift from her and her husband Liu Chongping. As time passed, the sycamore tree grew taller and taller, as tall as a cover.

It always stood there. When Su Ming'an came, the sycamore trees outside the window were still there.

——There is a loquat tree in the courtyard, which was planted by my wife when she died. Now it is like a pavilion.

His hands pressed against his heart, as if there was also a blue glass bottle there. It was also called "Human Hope".

Then he suddenly realized at this moment - I'm afraid that long ago, his heart had become this glass bottle, not any other warm flesh and blood.

"Su Ming'an." Noel said.

Su Mingan looked up.

"In your eyes, I see a brilliant future. It shines like stars." Noel said.

Su Mingan was slightly stunned and said softly: "Is this in my eyes?"

Noel nodded and pointed to the fiftieth painting.

"Some things will last forever. Even if they destroy them again and again, they will still come alive." Noel's eyes looked very much like Lin Yuzi.

He smiled slightly.

"For example, your eyes, like sparks, like, love."
Chapter completed!