Chapter 312: May have the taste

After school every day, she would visit this sapling for the first time, carefully watering to catch insects, too much water to avoid irrigating, less watering and to die, has been very cautious.
Under her careful care, the tree survived, and it grew better every day, and then grew to the thickness of the wrist.
On her eighteenth birthday, she and Gu Jinchen carved the names of the two on the tree. Gu Jinchen also added the words "always together".
At that time, she really thought they would be together forever, they would get married, they would have children, they would work together, wash and cook.
In the sixtieth year, he will still hurt her and spoil her.
She thought that in the past few years after she left, no one had taken care of it, and it was very likely to die. She didn't expect to be alive, and her vitality was really strong.
She walked a few steps forward, and the line of engravings on the thick tree was still there. It was unexpected that these words were still there after so many years.
In the ear came the man's mellow, hoarse voice: "You still remember here."
Here is the common memory of the two of them.
She narrowed her eyes and lowered her eyes, her long, dark eyelashes covering her eyelids: "I just walk around."
I did not come here deliberately, nor did I visit this pomegranate tree, nor did I miss the past.
Gu Jinchen took two steps forward and stood side by side with her, looking at the tree full of fruits in front of her: "In the three years since you left, no one has eaten these pomegranates, so I let Ms. Zhang pick them and give them away. ."
The entire Shen family is the only one who likes to eat pomegranate, and this taste was still raised in Wuzhen.
Shen Youran was silent.
Gu Jinchen took two of the twisted branches and turned and handed her. She looked at the red and big pomegranate in his hand and squeezed her lips. It was white because of too much force.
She hadn't reached out to pick it up, Gu Jinchen stuffed her hands: "Try it, maybe it smells like Wuzhen."
When she mentioned Wuzhen, her eyes were a little sour, she squeezed something in her hand and turned away without a word.
Looking at the back of her leaving in the sunset, Gu Jinchen's eyes dimmed, and he turned to look at the pomegranate tree rendered orange by the sunset, with a bleak smile.
He raised his hand to caress the tree, rubbing the names written side by side. The words on the tree were not blurred with the passage of time, but became clearer.
That's because in the past three years, every time she reached her birthday, he would come here and engrave the writing again.
Every time a knife, he will meditate in his heart: Youyou, waiting for me to pick you up.
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Shen Youran walked back along the bluestone path and back to the living room, Shen Shuna and they had ended the video chat.
Tang Huiru saw two red pomegranates in her hands and smiled: "It's the same as before, like to eat this thing, you and Jin Chen planted before..." Realizing that she was wrong, she paused. After a while, "After I have eaten, I will ask Ms. Zhang to pick you up and take it back to eat slowly."
"It was loved before." She hadn't eaten this in a long time, and she couldn't even remember the taste.
Mom Zhang came out of the kitchen: "Ma'am, you can have dinner."
"I'll call them." Shen Youran put the pomegranate into the fruit bowl, went to the bathroom to wash his hands, and then went to the chess room.
Ji Jinchuan and Shen Yaoting are still playing chess, and there is fierce fighting on the board. Seeing the situation, Ji Jinchuan has the upper hand. Shen Yaoting must think about each step for the next step.
Ji Jinchuan held her cold hand: "Where did you go?"
"Go pick the pomegranate." She smiled calmly, with a shallow curvature in the corner of her mouth. "Dine."