Chapter 321: Glass ring (1/2)

It smells like mom.

The special taste in the memories of the two lifetimes.

”I want to eat in the future, I will let my mother pack more for you, you can eat it at any time, don't cry,” Lu Yi took the tissue and wiped her face clean, ”Okay,” he patted her face , ”Eat dumplings. It will be a New Year's Eve today. Your movie will be released tomorrow. I will take someone to it.”

”Okay,” Yan Huan promised by sucking her nose. She lowered her head and ate dumplings again.

This is indeed the dumplings made by my mother. This is made by Ye Shuyun, and it was made by her aunt in her previous life. It’s just that she lived in the Lu family for so many years. I don’t know. It turned out that she hated Lu Yi most before. My mother could even make it out, like dumplings made by her mother.

Everything feels right.

What is right?

Yes, it's all right.

She almost ate a plate of dumplings. She liked the taste of this dumpling and it was delicious.

And she likes to give her buns, the mother and son who brought dumplings.

She really feels that her eyes are blind. In her last life, she took her heart out of Lu Qin's mother and son, but in the end, she was in the past few years. She was not human, ghost, ghost, crazy, crazy, silly. Silly days.

There was a series of firecrackers outside again, and Yan Huan sat on the balcony, looking at the Wanjia lights outside, and a bunch of fireworks that had already blossomed.

The fireworks are blooming, the moment is gorgeous, and the beauty in the heart is forever remembered.

Lu Yi stood behind her, took off his clothes and put her on her shoulders, and at this time, he was only wearing a single coat, just like the wind blowing, but he was silk Not moved.

Lu Yi trimmed her hair that was messed up by the wind.

Yan Huan looked back, but he saw the arc of the man’s lips lifted slightly, a little more, a little more, a little more warm.

This is the thirtieth year of this year. This year is the warmest year after Yan Huan. She received a lot of red envelopes, and then she ate dumplings made by her mother.

In the evening, Lu Yi waited until Yan Huan was asleep, and left. He closed the door gently, and then glanced at the door, while the firecrackers outside stopped, and when the sound faded, another year passed.

In the evening, Yan Huan had a dream. She dreamed that when she was very young, she carried a small plate with dumplings made by her mother.

Young beautiful woman squeezing little daughter's face.

”Huanhuan, are the dumplings delicious?”

”Well,” Xiao Yanhuan nodded vigorously.

”So will we eat dumplings tomorrow?”

The little girl nodded her little head hard again, her big bright eyes and her fat little face seemed to be exactly the same as those of Yan Huan’s now, except that the baby’s fat little face had nothing. A trace of trouble.

At that time she was still naive, at that time she was innocent, it was she who was protected by her mother in one of the wings, and worked hard to grow up.

It's just that after I grew up, everything changed.

Mom is gone, and dumplings are gone.