shock!The vase in the entertainment industry was reborn to become a god of learning

Chapter 292

Shen You'an was a little surprised when she saw the name, but thinking about it carefully, many details that she had ignored before seemed to confirm everything.

Every year on his father's death anniversary, there is always a bouquet of carnations in front of his grave.

Every time my father's comrades came to visit my father, they gave him chrysanthemums to represent their condolences.

The flower language of carnations is gratitude.

This year's father's death anniversary was the day when Rong Xianning rescued his uncle who was drunk on the street in Qingzhou.

She suddenly remembered a scene from a long time ago.

It was the day her father was buried. Her uncles lined up to comfort her, but she cried more and more sadly.

The uncles were at a loss and felt that the little girl who had lost her father was really pitiful, with sympathy in their eyes.

But no one knows how heavy this sadness is.

That was the first day after her rebirth.

Why, why couldn't she have stopped the fire earlier.

God wanted to play a trick on her and make her experience the pain of losing her father again.

She can no longer remember how she experienced this day in her previous life.

This time, she cried very sadly.

Crying about the hardships experienced, and also crying about the tricks of fate.

Later, when her uncles received the firefighting mission, they all left. Only her uncle stayed with her.

Zhou Qin called and urged her uncle to go back, but his uncle was afraid that she would hear it, so he ran away to answer the call.

Tired of crying, she knelt down in front of her father's tombstone, silent and quiet.

The weather was very gloomy early in the morning, with dark clouds.

Sure enough, the heavy rain came as promised.

She was soaked all over, but she didn't move, letting the wind and rain blow.

"An'an, it's raining heavily, let's go back quickly."

Uncle ran over, took off his coat and put it on her head to protect her from the rain.

She was like an emotionless puppet, sitting there numb and stiff, which was horrifying to watch.

Zhang Jian was heartbroken and said, "You will get sick if you get caught in the rain. Listen to uncle, let's go back first." Zhang Jian couldn't help but go to hug her.

At this time, Zhang Jian's cell phone rang again. Needless to say, it was definitely Zhou Qin calling.

The bell kept ringing like a soul-killing one, as if Zhang Jian would not stop ringing until he answered.

Zhang Jian also became angry and rushed away with his cell phone: "Zhou Qin, what on earth do you want to do..."

Shen Youan's face blurred by the rain showed a mocking look.

An umbrella appeared above her head, blocking the overwhelming rain.

She was stunned, and the next moment the umbrella handle was stuffed into her hand. She turned around and saw the little boy turning under the umbrella and quickly ran into the rain.

The heavy rain was pouring down, and the raindrops were like beads on a string, blurring the sky and the earth, and also blurring the running back.

The moonlight was bright, and the young man's eyebrows gradually overlapped with the face that was glimpsed under the umbrella deep in his memory. After years, he became gentle but also became more determined.

"You were the one who gave me an umbrella in the cemetery back then. You were also the one who came to see my father every anniversary of his death for the past ten years."

Rong Xianning turned his head away, pursed his thin lips tightly, and looked embarrassed.

"sorry……."

"Rong Xianning, you don't have to feel sorry for anyone." Shen Youan emphasized his tone.

"But……."

"No buts."

In the darkness, Shen Youan's eyes were so bright.

"You have not sorry to anyone. From now on, don't live with guilt. Only by living a beautiful life can your father's sacrifice be more meaningful."

Stop living with guilt...

This sentence instantly hit Rong Xianning's heart.

He finally couldn't hold back and shed tears.

Like a cold person instinctively looking for a source of fire, he couldn't help but hug Shen Youan.

This embrace has nothing to do with the beauty of the wind and moon, but only seeks a harbor for the lonely soul to anchor.

They embraced in the moonlight and saw their true feelings clearly in the darkness.