Chapter 999: Dream butterfly dream

She slowly sat down opposite him.
The girl of that year has turned into an old lady with silver silk, and she does not reproduce the petals-like lips. But this does not hinder her beauty today, it is a kind of peace and calm that is born in the long nourishment of the years, more rare than the natural beauty.
There are thousands of old ladies in the world, and she is still the most beautiful one.
The nephew looked at her and lost her heart. It can be seen that Li Lei is very good to her, she is not allowed to do a little heavy work, and she is not aggrieved. He is somewhat reassured and has a hint of unhappiness. The emotions are intertwined and unpredictable.
The servant stepped forward and asked her what to drink.
She said: "Rose tea, thank you."
He said warmly: "For so many years, your taste has not changed." Do not drink coffee alcohol, like light warm water and flower fruit tea, very supportive, he thinks she can live for a long time.
She smiled and said: "These years are idle, I will pick flowers and soak myself." The children have grown up, each has their own life, she has retired, and she has become a leisure time. Big hobby. After stopping for a stop, she said, "If you like it, I will send it to you when I get home."
He said softly.
The two people who have not seen for many years have clearly left such traces of heavy color in each other's lives. When they are really face to face, they seem to have nothing to say. For a moment, she was the first to break the silence: "How do you still live here? The old house is not good for your health, you should move to a more suitable place."
He said: "I like it here."
When I said this, my voice was low and dumb, and my eyes looked at her slyly and tenderly.
She bowed her head slightly.
I know why he likes it here, because this house is her own decoration design, experienced so many ups and downs, carrying so many memories between the two.
"Zi Ziheng." She whispered his name, and the voice was no longer clear when she was young, but she didn't have a hoarse and touching style. The tip of the tongue gently spit out these words, just like sighing.
What else can she say?
After a lifetime of decades, he is still struggling to chase the illusion of the beautiful times of the past, immersed in the old dreams for a lifetime, is she still expecting him to wake up at this time? The heart is sour and sad, the more people are older, the more they understand the preciousness of the family and the children, but he is tall and tall, and at the age of 92, he has nothing.
If she is not, will he be happy a lot in his life?
She took the rose tea from the maid and took a soft drink to cover up the mood of the fundus.
He looked at her tenderly, as if she didn't think so much, and she didn't feel so sentimental.
Is the rose tea still okay?
he asked her.
The family always prepares what you like. Every once in a while, the servants will throw away the expired and replace it with new ones.

Her nose is sour.
It’s really shameful, how old is it, how can you cry when someone else is a guest?
She resisted the sorrow and sorrow and chatted with him, and said a lot of homely words, such as the weather, such as diet, and how her growing cat, how to grow up, find her own twin partner...
It seems that I talked a lot and it seems that I have nothing to talk about.
He was half-length, couldn't sit for a long time, didn't leave her for dinner, and rushed: "It's not early, you go back earlier, don't let your family wait anxious."
She glanced: "I live abroad, there is no plane at this time."
He said: "Then I asked someone to find a room for you. If you go back tomorrow, I will not send it."
She did not expect his attitude to be so determined, it was strange, it was obvious that he came to her, how did he talk for a long time, he could not wait to catch up? "Zizi Heng..." She was soft and didn't know what to say.
Yan Ziheng smiled at her: "Go back, my little girl."
It is already an old lady full of silver, and in his eyes, it is always the most beautiful scenery. He watched her get up, and with the help of the servant, she left the tea room with some cockroaches. Suddenly she was cold and sweaty, and she couldn’t hold it anymore. She fell down on the sofa cushion.
Why didn't he want to stay with her for a while?
Why don’t you want to spend time with her gossip?
However, he can't, his body has reached the limit, and the waist of the pen can no longer be loaded. He didn't want her to see her old-fashioned and sick, not a little bit. He is so strong, even if the moment of the fire of life is faltering, he must remain invincible in front of the woman who loves it.
She is the little girl in his memory.
And he hopes that it will always be a strong and reliable mountain in her heart.
The servant walked into the tea room and saw him squatting on the sofa with his body stunned. He was busy setting him back to the bedroom bed and asked the doctor to treat him. The doctor looked dignified and put down the stethoscope: "You Dong, you are too reluctant, this time you insist on sitting on the sofa like a normal person, drinking tea, overdrafting your physical strength, the next day you need to stay in bed, nowhere can Go, you know?"
He didn't care what the doctor said, waved his hand and let them go out like a fly.
After all, the doctor did not dare to disobey his orders, slightly squatting and retreating.
Zhai Ziheng was lying on the bed, looking out the window, the heart was hollow, just like being dug up a big piece. He wanted to raise his own hand, but he didn't have any strength. He had to bend his fingers hard and let the old fingertips touch the palm of his hand. When he handed the teaspoon for Xia Wei, his fingertips accidentally touched her hand.
What a beautiful and gentle touch.
What makes people nostalgic.
He knows that this time, I am afraid that the two of them will meet each other for the last time in this life. After all, he will not get anything, and he will not be able to keep anything. Even the little fingertips contain the body temperature of the dark fragrance. Gradually drifting away.
Zhai Ziheng slowly closed his eyes.
In the night, he made a long dream.
When she dreamed of being young, she met her for the first time. Under the bright iris, he reached out to the beautiful girl who was not like it. - Xiao Yan, go, I will take you home.
He dreamed of their home at that time.
When I took her home for the first time, it was the habitual residence of his youth when he was younger. The best house in the ancestral building of the ancestral home was the inheritance of the long-house shackles, which was dedicated to living and living.
He took her hand and walked in with the help of the servants.
When I first arrived, the little girl in the palm of my hand was a little bit awkward. I looked around carefully and saw so many elaborate decorations and respectful servants. Even my hands and feet didn’t know where to put it, and quietly approached him. I got closer.
"Zhou Ma, this is Xia Wei," he introduced her to the servant. "Give her a house, and she will live here for a long time. I will refer to the standard, refer to Miss Yan."
Zhou Ma looked at her with amazement and responded. She looked up and said to Zhai Ziheng: "Mr. Miss Sang, is coming, waiting for you in the small lounge on the second floor."