I feel like my heart has stopped and is suspended in mid-air
That place has always been a place he dared not touch.
He only heard her replying to him gloomily: "Well, it should be burned down, but I think the sycamore tree in the garden is still there."
At this time, Gao Shenran looked at her in even more astonishment and asked cautiously: "What sycamore tree?"
Of course he knew that there was a plane tree in the garden, which was the tree that they grew up with.
Ji Xiaoxiao was very naughty when she was a child. She climbed up and down like a lively and naughty monkey.
Her laughter echoed throughout the tree
He was eight years older than her, and his image as a handsome nobleman was in vain in front of her.
She always calls him, instructs him, and asks him to climb the tree with her. Once he refuses to obey, she will raise her little face and pretend to cry.
He knew that she was just pretending. When facing her, his heart was extremely soft. He could only raise his hands to surrender and surrender.
If she asked him to go up the knife mountain, he would rush there. If she asked her to get off the oil pan, he would go, not to mention just climbing a tree.
Looking at her innocent smiling face, his heart will be very happy
"There is a sycamore tree in my garden. That tree was planted by my mother when she was pregnant with me." Ji Xiaoxiao thought of her mother, the only woman her father loved most in his life.
There are many photos of my mother at home, big and small, with a bright smile, like her innocent and carefree childhood.
My father was also very happy at that time. The two people in the photo were smiling happily and contentedly.
It's a pity that later...
She forced a smile, feeling sour in her heart, and her voice was choked by her memories: "It grew up with me. I loved playing under the tree. I don't know what it looks like now."
The big house was burned down, and the bank came to collect the debt. In the end, she had no choice but to auction off the only land deed.
My father was very prosperous during his lifetime, lived in a villa, drove a luxury car, and had more than a dozen servants at home; only after his death did he discover that the family was heavily in debt.
The company resisted, the villa was gone, and she was exiled to another country.
For the past three years, she has had a strong nostalgia for that land.
Even if the big house burns down, the sycamore tree that represents their family of three should still stand in place.
As long as it still exists, one day, she will buy the land back and build a season house on it.
A seasonal house that is exactly the same as before, giving parents’ souls a place to rest.
Gao Shenran looked at her face quietly, opened his mouth and wanted to tell her that the big tree was still there, but finally stopped.