So Little Xingxing and Xia Yangyang sent their lunch to the study together.

Xia Ye still stood respectfully facing the wall.

Hot Spring was sitting on the cushion next to him, playing a game console, and complaining about Xia Ye over and over again.

Little Xingxing hurried over and said anxiously: "Brother Xia Ye, Aunt Yang Yang is not angry anymore, you should hurry up and eat something."

Xia Ye turned around, glanced at Xia Yangyang, understood, and started to eat lunch.

Although Xia Ye was very hungry, she always ate very politely.

The three children stayed in the study for a while.

Hot Spring and Little Xingxing went to take a nap.

Xia Ye did not sleep.

Because he took a medicated bath today, he will be awake for a little longer.

Naturally reluctant to waste precious time.

Xia Ye found a book she liked in the study.

There were only Xia Yangyang and Xia Ye in the room.

Xia Yangyang walked to Xia Ye's side: "What are you looking at?"

Xia Ye closed the book and let Xia Yangyang take a look.

Xia Yangyang saw that it was Martin Luther King's "Letter from Birmingham Prison".

She still can't understand her son's taste in reading.

Xia Yangyang touched Xia Ye's head: "Mom didn't stop you from eating on purpose."

Xia Ye flipped through the book and said casually: "I know, this is called fighting cattle across the mountains. You hit me, but the force was on Little Xingxing, so I have been cooperating with you. Although Little Xingxing is young, he has a strong personality. Be stubborn, that's the only way to make her obedient."

Xia Yangyang smiled: "Did you come here through time travel? Why do you know everything?"

"Mom, don't read those novels about time travel, they are all fake."

Xia Yangyang chatted with Xia Ye for a while.

Then he left.

The next day, Xia Yangyang took the three children to see grandma.

Grandma's memory is even worse.

I don't even remember my own age.

But she still remembers making shoes for Xia Ye.

From the age of five until the age of eighteen.

One pair after another was pressed under the box.

Xia Yangyang looked sour and her eyes were red.

Grandma always said: "I'm useless, and gradually I can't remember anything. Now I can make an extra pair for my child, so I will make an extra pair and let him wear it slowly in the future."

Xia Yangyang felt bitter.

Man's greatest enemy is time after all.

Everyone has a time when they are too old to forget everything.

But Xia Yangyang only hoped that that day would come a little slower, and a little slower.

At night, Xia Yangyang left all three children in the Ping An Nursing Home.

There are dedicated nannies and caregivers to take care of them.

Xia Yangyang and Gu Qichen went to Lu's house.

Today I made an appointment to visit Lu Zhenghai and Chang Xinru.

The Lu family is still the same old house.

It is a three-story garden villa.

It seems to have been renovated in recent years.

It looks brand new.

After the gate was opened, the car drove in directly.

Xia Yangyang saw the huge courtyard of the Lu family from the window.

Xia Yangyang was a little stunned.

This used to be her childhood playground.

There is a stout cherry blossom tree in this yard.

In Xia Yangyang's memory, it has always been there.

Cherry blossoms bloom every spring.

When the wind blows, there are pink cherry blossom petals everywhere on the ground and on the roof, making the whole villa look like a forest cabin in a fairy tale, just like a dream.

Xia Yangyang always thought that Lu's house was a very romantic place when she was a child.

There is also a swing under the cherry tree.

That was when Xia Yangyang was thirteen years old, and Lu Haotian tied it up with his own hands.

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