"Madam, the young master is crying so hard..." The nanny was in a dilemma.

After Fang Xueyan got up, she went to open the door and carried her son in.

She had a little temper as soon as she woke up, and had a calm face. Aze looked at her, and her black eyes were filled with mist, but she stopped crying when she looked at her.

"Why are you crying again? A crying man." She took a tissue and gently wiped the tears on his little face.

The nanny also followed in and said quickly: "It was the husband who took him with him. Later, when there was an urgent matter in the company, the husband hurried out, and then the young master..."

In the United States, Long Yanlie's private property, so the servants are used to calling him Mr. He and brought Fang Xueyan and his son over here without any other explanation.

Knowing that the young master’s mother was Fang Xueyan, he naturally called her wife.

"I understand, you go down first."

Fang Xueyan saw that her son stopped crying, so she played with him for a while.

It was not until dinner time that Long Yanlie called back and asked her to have a meal first and not wait for him.

In the evening, the nanny took Aze out of the garden and Fang Xueyan went to take a shower. She didn't use dinner and didn't want to eat it. Moreover, when Long Yanlie came back, she would "eat with her".

Let's wait for him to come back together.

She turned on the computer and logged into her Weibo.

However, when she saw a Weibo post, she became stiff-

Yang Yang: There seems to be no season for Jasmine. In the day, at night, there is always a small fragrant bud. I miss you, and there seems to be no difference. In the day, at night, in every trance moment.

Fang Xueyan trembled her hands and refreshed them over and over again.

But she read that right, it was really Yang Yang’s Weibo.

She knows the password.

A complex and meaningful password.

She would log in occasionally, during those years he slept.

Even if he woke up, she would still log in occasionally, write and delete some things.

Now, she remembers that she hadn't visited for four or five months and hadn't logged in.

Why did it suddenly...

Yang Yang, have you recovered your memory?

So, otherwise, how could it be...

She trembled and continued to browse down.

Yang Yang: In this breeze-like night, in the courtyard full of moonlight, I suddenly miss the small windows of the culinary garden.

Fang Xueyan stared at the computer screen in a daze, and tears rolled down her white cheeks one by one.

The scholastic garden, the orphanage in W City, their former home; each dormitory room has a small window and is a bit elegant.

When I was in school, I just learned a poem:

Ten years of life and death are in vain.

If you don’t think about it, you will never forget it.

A lonely grave thousands of miles away, nowhere to talk about desolation.

Even if we meet, we don't know.

The face is covered with dust and the temples are as frost.

When I came to the night, I suddenly returned home.

The small window is dressing up.

Looking at each other in silence, only tears flow thousands of times.

So, the saying of Xiaoxuan Window came into being.

Later, they left the orphanage when they became adults, and he worked several jobs a day to support her in college.

That year, she said: Yang Yang, let’s get married!

He smiled faintly and said nothing.

She vaguely remembered that she ignored him for a whole week.

Afterwards, he took her back to the orphanage and knelt down under the window of the small pavilion to propose.

She ignored his days. He worked overtime day and night, and had some salary advances with his boss, and saved enough money to buy a gold ring.

He said: Fool, how can you not have a ring when you propose?

They are very poor, and sometimes they don’t see a single meat dish on the dinner table for a whole week, but they are so happy every day.

She reached out and asked him to help her put on the ring, but cried and said: Yang Yang, you are a fool. Can't weave a straw rope to count first?
Chapter completed!