"I remember clearly that he didn't have to go up that night. However, he told me that his son was coming to visit the class that day. He said...his son had always hoped that his father could play a big hero, so he specially came to find me.
, wanted to help me test the lights that night!" Leng Zimo sighed longly, "Later, I kept thinking that he must have deliberately not fastened the safety rope, just to show his son that his father is the real
's hero."
Many years later, Leng Zimo still did not tell Zhuo Ran the truth.
If he was told that it was because of him that his father did not fasten the safety rope, and it was because of him that he asked to personally help Leng Zimo test the lights that night, Zhuo Ran would definitely regret it for the rest of his life.
"It seems that he is also a good father who loves his children." Luo Xiaoqian held his hand comfortingly, "Zimo, this is not your fault."
Leng Zimo hugged her with his arms, walked down the steps, turned around, and looked at Zhuoran's ward, "Now, I can finally explain to his father. This child...has truly grown up."
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"Yes, not only him, Luo Jun has also grown up. Xiaochen told me today that Luo Jun will be a father soon." Luo Xiaoqian smiled and hugged his waist, "Not only him, but also us.
The little ones have grown up!"
Stretching out his arms, he hugged her and walked towards the steps together. Leng Zimo looked at the passing cars and said, "Shall we take a walk together?"
"good!"
Feeling his mood, Luo Xiaoqian responded with a smile.
The two of them walked towards the hospital gate together. Ah Cheng drove his car and followed them not far or near.
On the street, the lights are on, the traffic is busy, and the pedestrians are in a hurry.
Reaching out to hold her hand and putting it into his coat, Leng Zimo stopped on the overpass and turned to look at the lights of the city.
On the overpass, someone was passing by, humming a melody along with his headphones as he walked.
"Because I accidentally crossed your lifeline and disturbed your strings..."
When they heard this song, both of them took the initiative to turn to look at each other, and then smiled.
This song is a song from Luo Xiaoqian's album that year - "Occasional Intersection".
She wrote it for Leng Zimo back then, but it is an old song that has passed away many years ago, but it is still as timeless as ever. Some people are listening to it and others are singing it.
Listening to that familiar melody, there are countless feelings in my heart.
Looking at the man (woman) in front of them who has been with each other for many years, neither of them said anything more, they just stretched out their arms to each other.
Everyone has intersections and encounters in their lives, and most of them just pass by. But their luck is that the occasional intersections compose an eternal love song.
This experience is their luck.
Night, overpass, lights, two people...
In this life, as long as I have this warm embrace, it is enough.
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Inside the apartment.
Shen Xue sat in front of the desk with a large pile of invitations in front of her. After writing the one in hand, she gently waved her right hand.
"Ah, so tired!"
"Here comes the fruit!" Situ Xing walked in with a plate of cut fruit. Seeing her frowning and shaking her hands, he hurriedly put the fruit on the table and took a piece of pear with a fruit fork to her mouth.
, "Come, eat some pears, take a rest, and my husband will rub your wrists..."
"I find that I have completely degenerated now." Shen Xue chewed some fruit and leaned back on the chair. "I have just written a few words, and my hands hurt. I remember when I was in middle school, I copied notes for a whole day, and there was nothing."
