Lu Zixun took her to the Lu family's villa to take care of her, and asked her two children to accompany her.
Liu Min looked at the photo of her sensible grandson and granddaughter, holding her daughter, and cried: "Xiangzhu, don't worry, mom will help you take good care of Ruirui and Xinyi."
Lu Xinrui and his sister cried and threw themselves into her arms: "Grandma, please stop crying! My sister and I will be obedient and good."
However, Lu Xinyi, who was just over four years old, couldn't help crying: "I want my mother, I want my mother!"
It didn't matter that she cried, Liu Min started crying too.
Her daughter was only in her thirties, how could she be gone? How could she, a white-haired girl, be given away to a black-haired girl?
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Time is the most magical and ruthless thing in this world.
It can erase all the emotional wounds and take away the sadness you thought you would never get over.
Spring passed and autumn came, and three years passed again.
Gu Nuanci's two sons, Lu Xinzhang and Lu Xinzhen, and Lu Zili's baby daughter, Lu Xiruo, are of kindergarten age.
Lu Xinyue, the eldest child among the Lu family's grandchildren, has been in primary school for six years and has grown into a tall and graceful twelve-year-old girl.
Lu Zibai treats her daughter like a baby. No matter what anyone says, she is determined not to have a second child, just one daughter.
The rest of them, Lu Xinyang, Lu Xinnuan, Lu Xinheng, Lu Xinyan, and Lu Xinrui, who are about the same age, are also fourth grade students in primary school and will soon be ten years old.
The older two children of the Lu family, Lu Xinyou, Lu Xinyi, Lu Xinhang and Luo Yongmu’s quadruplets are all in elementary school.
Time makes people grow old.
In the blink of an eye, Lu Zizhong and the nine nintuplets turned out to be thirty-seven or eighteen years old.
However, some people and some things cannot be forgotten just because they are forgotten.
In the spring season, after school, the little ones habitually gather at the Lu family's old house to do homework and play games.
Mo Xiaodie and Lu Chenxu, two people in their sixties, looked at the lively and lovely grandson and granddaughter in front of them, with happy smiles on their faces.
Their whole life is worth it.
The children all have their own careers, families, and live peacefully. This is their biggest wish as parents.
However, Mo Xiaodie couldn't help but sigh when she thought of her third child, Lu Zixun.
"What's wrong? Why did you sigh suddenly!" Lu Chenxu asked beside her.
"If Xiangzhu and the eldest daughter are still alive, our family will be truly happy. The third child has had such a hard time in the past three years!"
As a mother, when she thinks about the life her son Lu Zixun has lived in the past three years, she feels very distressed.
Since the accident in Xiangzhu, in addition to taking care of the two children, the third child has put all his energy in the hospital, constantly engaged in scientific research and projects.
Tian Tian pretends to be such an elegant person before, but now she is visibly old and haggard. As a mother, she sees it in her eyes, feels pain in her heart, but can do nothing.
He knew that the third child had not let go of Xiangzhu yet, and she also understood her son's feelings.
It's just that she is really worried about her son's health. If he continues like this, he will collapse.
After hearing what she said, Lu Chenxu also sighed: "I'll talk to the third child later. Let him give himself a holiday. He is the father of two children and knows what he should do."
The couple were talking!
Lu Xinyi, who had been playing checkers with her brother just now, suddenly remembered something, stood up and ran to them quickly: "Grandpa, grandma, I, I - I saw my mother today!"