1444. Chapter 1444 Extra Story 3: Two Worlds, One Life
For Shang Rong, the days that have lasted for decades have passed by in a snap. Even though he has never seen her again for decades, he has the ability to rely only on those short beautiful memories.
It's lasted these decades.
He had always known about her, imagined her as a mother, and imagined her sullen face teaching her children. For decades, it was not painful for him at all.
He even wanted to beg for time to pass slower, and first beg for the gray hair not to creep into her hair. Even if he hadn't seen her for decades, he was still afraid of hearing the news of her departure one day.
Time is a cruel devil. He lost his handsome appearance when he was young, and gradually lost all his anger. He was like an ordinary old man, sitting in the Bulgarian rose garden that had been replaced in countless batches all day long.
This day has arrived, and in his last memory, the sky is gray, the rain is as dense as needles, and he can still feel the wind blowing on his face, which is icy.
However, the world in his eyes seemed to turn gray in an instant. He didn't know if it was his imagination. He seemed to see her standing in front of him, lowering her head and smelling the fragrance of roses. She was graceful.
His figure was still something she could never forget, and he seemed to hear her straighten up and say to him, "Goodbye, Shang Rong."
It's a pity to some extent. He has everything in this world, but he doesn't have her.
Even when he was taken away by the God of Death, he smiled and was still attached to her. Everyone said that he enjoyed his life and was the one who made the wind and rain, but no one knew that he had been regretting it for decades.
Spend your whole life repenting.
He spent his whole life thinking about the various reasons for losing her. He only prayed that in the next life, he could meet her earlier than anyone else. In the next life, she would still be moved by him, and he would definitely hold her firmly.
In June, Albizia julibrissin flowers are in full bloom. As night falls, the night wind blows slowly on this sultry land. In the wind, the fragrance of Albizia julibrissin comes to your nostrils. This is an intoxicating floral fragrance, and it is also a flower that makes people nostalgic.
It's like a dream. The bustling traffic in the old dream is different from the luxurious hustle and bustle of the 21st century. Here, the ancient atmosphere of the 1990s is everywhere revealed.
Bicycles rode slowly past him, and everyone on the bicycle couldn't help but look back at the man standing under the tree, with curious expressions on their faces.
In such an old county town, when has such a man in his prime been seen?
Wearing a black high-end handmade suit and black leather shoes, he can almost reflect the various people passing by on the roadside. His neat short hair is a flaxen color that is incompatible with passers-by. It is obvious that he is a foreigner.
However, people have to admit that this is a very charming and even handsome foreigner.
"Wang?" Rong Er, who was a few steps away, walked up to him and looked at him with some confusion, "Are you going to..."
The man just raised his hand and made a gesture. Then he stopped talking and silently stepped back a few steps away and continued to wait quietly.
"Is it a dream? Or?"
Shang Rong closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and felt the familiar air and the familiar fragrance of flowers here.
He didn't know if this was a dream. He only remembered that his life ended on the day she passed away and stopped in the rose garden. But he never thought that he could still see when he opened his eyes.
Rong Er looked at himself with a worried face and told himself what had happened.
Like a dream, not a dream.
If it was really a dream, why did it all feel so real to him?
This is the little guy's hometown. He knows that he only needs to take a bus to reach her hometown, Houkeng Village.