——Aye is stupid. I like tulips, so he asked me to plant a field. But he is allergic to pollen, and he sneezes to watch with me. It's so pitiful.
——The chocolate is delicious. A Ye brought it back from a business trip. He said he would take me with him next time.
——The newspaper said that a new restaurant has opened on St. Peter Street, and when Aye comes back, he wants to go there to eat together.
——A Ye is celebrating his birthday.
…
Bit by bit, through Juan Xiu's handwriting, Song Xiang could more clearly imagine that person's appearance when looking in the mirror.
She must be gentler and more beautiful than in those sketches, as fragrant as the tulips in the field.
Song Xiang breathed a sigh of relief and turned back bit by bit. Although the book was small, it was very thick. After all, there were many things sandwiched in between.
Most of the middle is empty, only the last few pages have writing, but not every page has "stickers".
On the last page, there is a piece of paper with the words:
——Rong Yi, Rong Xuan, Rong Rong.
It should be the name.
Additional note: The baby is five months old. Tomorrow A-Ye and I will go back to Linhai City to see mom. I woke up this morning and vomited blood. The smell is really bad. I hope the baby won’t dislike mom. A-Ye is so in love recently.
If he cries, I won’t tell him, otherwise he will cry secretly at night. I know, I probably won’t see snow this year, which is such a pity.
The baby's name was chosen, but it was not easy to get it. I wonder if A-Ye has any other plans. He is afraid that the baby will drag me down, and he doesn't seem to like the baby very much.
It seems like it’s a baby girl. It’s best if she looks like me, so that someone can accompany A Ye and he will be happy.
It's a disaster for a son. Ah Ye might beat him, poor kid. But there is nothing I can do. I pray that he has thick skin and will protect his father in the future.
…
Snap.
A tear fell.
Song Xiang reacted and wiped it hurriedly. Unfortunately, the paper was special and easily smeared when it came into contact with water, blurring several parts of the original handwriting.
Feeling anxious and ashamed, she ran to the restaurant to get a paper towel to apply pressure, but she could only absorb a little water and could not remedy the situation.
Holding the notebook, my heart ached and tears kept falling.
Limping back to the bedroom, she sat in front of the dressing table in a daze. Too many things were crammed into her heart at once, which was too heavy for her to bear. She lay down to rest for a while, holding the book in one hand.
Feeling confused and a little dizzy.
Looking up again, the sunset was approaching, and there was a woman sitting on the sofa under the window.
Song Xiang rubbed his eyes, but couldn't see the other person's face clearly. He wanted to stand up, but felt unbearable pain in his knees. He tried to open his mouth, but couldn't make a sound.
I could only open my eyes with difficulty, trying to see who the other person was.
The setting sun became fainter and fainter, and finally the light dissipated and darkness slowly came up.
A weak light shone in from outside, and half of the woman's figure was buried in the darkness.
Suddenly, my vision became clear.
Song Xiang was stunned and blurted out: "Mom!"
The woman smiled and didn't say anything.
Then, a large amount of darkness seeped out of the window, quickly swallowing her up.
Song Xiang wanted to reach out and grab it, but couldn't move. She could only shout: "Mom!"
boom--
He opened his eyes suddenly and the notebook in his arms fell on his feet.
Panting heavily, I took a closer look and realized it was a dream.
My heart throbbed slightly and I felt a momentary cramping sensation.
She closed her eyes, lowered her head, picked up the notebook with difficulty, patted the cover gently, reopened the drawer and sealed it carefully.