Two years and nine months have passed, and on the days when they laugh almost every day, under the special care of Beilu and Zhuoqun.

When she grew up, Bei Jia was not only in interpersonal communication, but also almost was nowhere near a normal child aged seven or eight.

I also learned to face separation like a real older child.

After all, she is thirteen years old.

Zhuo Qun and Beilu have been working tirelessly to teach her how to face adversity and laugh when it is time to laugh.

These are not useless achievements.

And a long time ago, Beijia knew that there would be such a day.

Therefore, when this day is really approaching, the little girl can accept the reality after just two days of crying.

One day before leaving, she began to pack her luggage seriously and prepare to return to her hometown in Gusu.

"Mom, I want to bring my picnic basket and those cutlery."

"But this is too big. And you won't be able to use it even if you go back to Gusu."

"Then...is there no place to have a picnic in Gusu?"

"I mean my grandparents don't have the habit of having picnics... the same is true for riding boots. Actually you don't need to bring them."

"Well... Then stay for the time being. If I can't get used to living in Gusu, can I come back? Maybe next summer, I can come back here to swim with you?"

Beilu nodded and said ok.

But he deliberately opened his eyes and did not want his daughter to see her eyes.

Zhuo Qun comforted her daughter very considerately.

"Xiao Beijia, I know I want to bring all these things you like. Why not do this? I'll send you everything you like here. Then I'll buy some brand new ones and put them here? If you come back, there will be new ones here to use."

"Hey, this idea is so good. Is it OK to do this?" Bei Jia shouted happily, with a smile on her face.

"Of course, why not? After sending the stuff back, you can tell grandparents the lifestyle you like. Are you willing to teach them how to have a picnic, right? You will make delicious food for them to taste as your mother."

"Yes, at least...I can make sandwiches and apple pie, mom, do you think grandparents would like these French foods?"

"I think they will. Although they have never eaten it, they will definitely like it. As long as it is made by you."

Beilu smiled at her daughter very reluctantly.

Zhuo Qun jammed again, "Why don't you make a list for me? In this way, all the things you like will not be pulled down. I can send all the things you like according to your list."

"Okay." Bei Jia cheered and ran out of the house first.

Because there was a tree house built by Zhuo Qun on the tree outside, many of the treasures she thought she had no hope of taking away were there.

"Be careful."

"Okay, mom..." Bei Jia climbed up the rope ladder without looking back.

But at this time, Beilu turned to Zhuo Qun and left unbearable tears.

"I really don't want the child to leave me. There is only one month left, and we're going to........."

Zhuo Qun hugged Beilu in sighs and stroked her hair gently.

"Didn't we discuss it countless times before? This is the best. Children can adapt to the new environment at least for some time when they go back, and you can also meet your parents again... It's true that day, for them, it can always reduce some of the blows."

"But..." Beilu sobbed, "I'm so scared! I don't want to die yet, I don't want to die like this... This is the last time for me, and I will never come back."

Zhuo Qun hugged tightly and shook Beilu with his arms, but his tears also left his cheeks.

"Think about how we lived. Think about the life we ​​spent together. To be honest, I am glad to meet you. If possible, I really want to exchange my life with yours. I would rather die before you..."

"I...I believe in you. But I always think, maybe we could have done more, maybe we were too weak..."

"No!" Zhuo Qun shook his head, "We have done our best, and we have completed attempts far beyond our expectations. If we weren't together, no matter who we were, we wouldn't have had such a diverse life."

"I know..." Beilu leaned back and looked at Zhuo Qun's eyes anxiously, just like she stared at him for the last time.

"But, I can't live without these infinite possibilities and time cycles..."

"I always had an illusion. It seemed like we didn't have to worry about the mistakes we made, because we always seemed to have a chance to do it again."

"I always thought that we could do better, let the world change, let life be without regrets, and completely different."

"But we can't actually do it right? We never make things better, nor eliminate regrets, but just make things different."

"I didn't realize this until now, and I feel really sad..."

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Zhuo Qun felt that someone was nagging around him.

Whose voice is that, and what is he talking about?

Nothing matters!

Importantly, Beilu is dead!

And will never come back!

This thought hit Zhuo Qun's heart, as painful as salt particles sprinkled on a bloody wound.

It filled his heart with loss and loneliness that he had never felt before.

It was like a door leading to light, which was closed forever with a "touch" in his heart.

From then on, he would never see a trace of light again, and his emotions would completely wither.

He clenched his fists, and in the grief he could not deny but was unwilling to accept, tears flowed down his eyes.

But when he was so sad.

The sound that was like chanting scriptures still kept harassing and stimulating him.

"The standard EMU "Fuxing" with completely independent intellectual property rights was officially launched in both directions on the Beijing-Shanghai High-speed Railway. This is definitely the most important news at the moment. We must publish a major column to report on this matter. When will the editorial team show me the sample draft... Zhuo Qun, are you... okay?"

"I'm sorry. I feel a little uncomfortable."

Zhuo Qun quickly glanced at the surprised vice president and the middle-level cadres around him, realizing his incompetence.

Although he hadn't seen these people for decades, he still recognized the place immediately, and immediately knew that he was at the newspaper's daily meeting.

For many years, he did this here, waiting for the leader to assign tasks, and then carefully executed them.

Moreover, he also remembers the news about Fuxing. If there is no problem with his memory, it should be June 2017.

At this moment, the vice president who didn't take him seriously frowned and pretended to be concerned, but actually said it.

"Are you uncomfortable? Do you need to go to the hospital? You have to know that what we are discussing now is very important, if you..."

But he never expected that Zhuo Qun would not take his trick at this time.

He even followed the situation without hesitation, and with this, he simply stood up.

"Yes, I need to take leave, go to the hospital now. Please continue to have a meeting."

As he said that, Zhuo Qun wiped away the tears with his hands. In the strange and puzzled eyes of almost everyone, including the vice president, he left the newspaper.

No one would know why he was so upset, so irritable, and so disrespectful to the vice president.

But Zhuo Qun actually doesn't care about this.

In his heart, he was already polite enough, at least he didn't beat and scold the teacher like Charlotte.

What is really important to him is that he is once again.

A lonely person.
Chapter completed!