Seattle, USA.

The climate is changing in late spring, and it is cold and warm. Last night, heavy rain hits, but today it is bright sunshine.

On March 8, A Sheng walked out of the attic and walked down step by step with the stairs. Her steps were weak and weak, and she thought she would roll down after a while.

A Sheng stood in the yard, the sun shining on her face, and she was dizzy for a moment.

Today she was wearing a long white cotton dress, a black sweater and a pair of dark blue sneakers. The mud in the yard was moist and the soles were covered with wet mud.

Gu Cheng followed A Sheng and faced his sister. Many times he was powerless because he could not cure her illness.

Many years ago, he learned about Lu Zichu's existence. At first sight, he deeply realized that Lu Zichu is a poppy to women, beautiful and stunning, talented and elegant, and pleasing to the eyes from afar. Once he gets close, he will undoubtedly hand over all the sorrows and joys to the other party. Just like A Sheng, even if he is taciturn, he will eventually get drunk when he meets Lu Zichu.

Now, A Sheng stood numbly in the yard against the light. Gu Cheng suddenly remembered that day: A Sheng fell asleep on the table in the attic.

In the diary, the handwriting was blurred by tears, and it was blurred: "Time peeked at me, and it was full of devastation when I saw it."

The words were dazzling, and Gu Cheng couldn't breathe. Just like now, she turned to look at him, her eyes were light, as if she wanted to say something to him face to face, but because she hadn't spoken in the sun for too long, her mouth was silent.

Gu Cheng was expectant and sad, and he was left with regret.

But A Sheng still spoke: "Isn't mom at home?"

"Aqiu accompanied her out for a trip and was not at home."

My mother Shen Ya was hospitalized for cerebral infarction, so A Sheng should not know.

"Today is her birthday." As he said this, A Sheng's expression was calm, and his expectations turned into bubbles.

March 8 is a festival for Chinese women and also the birthday of his mother Shen Ya.

In the sun, the heat steeped in, and A Sheng's gentle tone was mixed with too many sails passing by, and he was faintly lonely.

Gu Cheng looked at her, his eyes inexplicably painful.

"Do you want to go out for a walk?" He spoke to A Sheng, but didn't look at her.
Chapter completed!