Don’t be a licking dog when you are reborn.

Chapter 326: Three Lives of Fortune (Finale)

The Internet has its own memory.

Perhaps the mother-daughter feud between Wen Nuan and Wang Yaqin will gradually fade in the memory of netizens as time goes by.

But the words that Wen Nuan left behind, her attitude, and her expression of her children's future will definitely be remembered.

Because she represents many people who have suffered harm from their original families, and represents their thoughts and feelings.

These people have grown up and some have children of their own.

But this group of people have not yet gained power in this world, and their voices are not loud enough.

And Wen Nuo's identity is enough for her to speak out to the world and say no to "poverty education", "frustration education" and "guilt education".

The 26-year-old young new mother blocked the whip of those times for her child.

The love for their children does not mean pampering them. On the contrary, they will work harder to educate their children.

Similarly, if one day they really discover that their children are not good at studying, they will accept their children's mediocrity.

the difference is……

This group of people think that all their efforts are for this, right?
Isn’t the purpose of working hard to make money and transform ourselves to live a better life?

The effort is never for the children, but for yourself, so that you can stand a little higher and see the scenery in the distance.

They themselves are worth everything.

And their children naturally deserve all the good things in this world.

……

The storm of family conflict subsided, and Wen Nuan and Ji Feng, along with their daughter Ji Qianqian, returned to their peaceful life.

This incident has also made them protect their privacy more strictly.

After Ji Qianqian grew up a little, they moved away from the Magic City, away from the commercial attention, and went to a relatively peaceful place.

Jincheng.

Given their net worth, Qianqian can fully enjoy the best family education in the country.

Therefore, daily social education, such as going to kindergarten, does not require such strict screening.

What's more, Tianjin's educational resources have never been bad, and it can even be said that they can beat almost all other provinces.

If you say it is a little worse, it is only slightly worse than the imperial capital.

Compared with Shanghai, it’s hard to say.

After settling down in Tianjin, the two lived a peaceful and warm life.

These ordinary and happy days seem to pass very slowly, but when you look back, time has passed by so quickly like a flash.

This is how life is, reminiscing and moving on.

Time is the fairest and the most ruthless, because it never stops for anyone.

Even warmth and monsoon seem insignificant in the face of time.

Four years passed in a flash, and they all reached the age of 30. Ji Qianqian was already over four years old and was in the middle class of a kindergarten in Tianjin.

Red Sun Kindergarten.

They are very low-key, and Ji Qianqian herself doesn't even know how rich her family is.

And the children didn’t know that this usually fierce little girl, who would fight with others for a bottle of yogurt, was actually the daughter of a billionaire.

Yes, in 4 years, the wealth of monsoons and warmth has increased again.

A fortune of hundreds of billions is not exaggerated at all.

They didn't give Ji Qianqian any poverty-stricken education or anything like that, it's just that this girl was born fierce and strong-willed, that's her personality.

Today is the day for the parents' meeting.

All parents know that this kind of thing is very troublesome.

At least one of Monsoon and Wen Nuan could not escape, so after a game of intelligence and action (rock, paper, scissors), Comrade Monsoon went to the Red Sun Kindergarten to attend the parent-teacher meeting for the child.

The 30-year-old Mr. Ji has not changed much compared to a few years ago, except that his demeanor is more peaceful now.

He was wearing a mask and walking in the corridor on the second floor of the kindergarten, talking to his daughter.

"You can't lose your temper with your mother like this in the future, understand? She is your mother, and she loves you so much..."

"Hmph, you always take her side." Ji Qianqian's expression was somewhat dissatisfied, and her little mouth was pouted.

But Ji Feng only felt that his daughter's words were a little abstract and her tone was a little harsh:
"She is my wife, if I don't stand by her, who should I stand by?"

"I'm still your daughter!"

"Okay, now we're in the classroom. Will your head teacher scold me?"

"do not know."

Walking into the classroom, the head teacher, guidance teacher, and life teacher are all very enthusiastic:

"Are you Qianqian's father?"

"Yes, it's me."

When Ji Feng took off his mask, the life teacher was obviously stunned for a moment. Ji Qianqian frowned and walked directly to Ji Feng:

"teacher!"

"Oh, sorry, I was distracted. Qianqian's father, your seat is over there."

"Okay, thank you teacher."

When walking over, Ji Qianqian looked a little dissatisfied:

"Dad, do you know the life teacher?"

"do not know."

"Then why is she staring at you like that?"

"How should I know?" Ji Feng spread his hands innocently. He couldn't tell his daughter that it was probably your father who was handsome.

"Humph, she's not as pretty as my mother!"

Children have a very strong sense of comparison, which is a biological instinct that all children have.

It's not about comparison, but contrast.

Because children's comparative psychology is far more real and direct than the competitive psychology.

In fact, they don’t compare what brand of clothes they wear or what brand of car they own.

But they will compare whose clothes are prettier, what color their cars are, who has more toys, and even whose head is rounder or whose toes are longer.

Ji Feng has been in contact with children for some time now, so he is naturally accustomed to this situation.

Of course, he also agreed with what Ji Qianqian said just now.

"Well, your mother is prettier!"

Parent-teacher meetings in kindergartens are always very boring. Generally speaking, they just introduce the overall situation of the child to the parents, their teaching philosophy and so on.

Ji Feng held his chin and looked at the blackboard, and he became drowsy...

"Dad?" Ji Qianqian asked softly.

…………

"Big brother, big brother?"

Hearing a voice that seemed familiar, yet strange because of the time, calling him, Ji Feng felt an inexplicable pain in his heart, and he felt as if he had lost something.

"Qianqian! Qianqian?" Ji Feng shouted subconsciously.

"What Qianqian? There's no one named Qianqian here." One of the younger brothers was a little confused.

The man who asked the question just now became inexplicably angry at this time:
"Boss, are your ears blocked by your mother's ashes? Go ask the madam here if there is a woman called Qianqian!"

Hearing this man's words, Ji Feng suddenly felt a surge of anger in his chest and wanted to curse, but he quickly calmed down.

Yes, why should you be angry?
Who is Qianqian?

Somehow, Ji Feng at this moment always felt that he had forgotten something.

Very important stuff.

"Forget it, just stop."

Ji Feng stopped these people. He opened his eyes blankly and then quickly closed them.

It took a long time to open it again...

Under the dim lights around, there was a faint smoke in the air, which made Ji Feng, who had not smoked for a long time, feel a little choked.

Outside the door, all kinds of sounds intertwined, laughter, sighs, noise, and the sound of the bartender shaking the cocktail shaker vigorously.

Here, people seem to be able to release themselves and forget all worries and troubles.

Under the influence of alcohol, they indulged in a revelry.

This familiar place has not changed at all.

There were several people standing in the room, all with serious expressions and fierce temperaments, and the person who had just spoken to him was his right-hand man.

Ding Jie.

Faced with the chaotic thoughts in his mind and the strong sense of loss in his heart, Ji Feng himself remained very calm, even calmer than he thought.

He didn't know what was wrong with him, nor did he know where the feeling of loss came from.

He was alone all his life and had nothing to lose.

what happened?

"Ajie, what day is today?"

Ding Jie's expression was a little strange, but he still answered Ji Feng's question truthfully at this time:
"Today is the sixteenth, brother."

"Any arrangements?"

"Brother, the original plan for tonight was to negotiate with the people from Xinshi Financial Company."

at night?

Ji Feng glanced around. In this environment, if he didn't check the time on his phone, he would have no idea what time it was.

And here... is Xinhuang.

His base camp is also the place where he stays the longest, longer than that illusory home.

"Where's my phone?"

"Here it is, big brother." The younger brother beside him respectfully handed over the phone, but his expression became more and more strange.

Ji Feng stared at the time on his phone for a while.

July 2024, 7?
I don’t have much impression. It should have been an ordinary day.

So, what is he suffering from?
"Give the order to cancel today's negotiations with Xinshi."

"Ah? Brother, it took a lot of effort for Xinshi to finally be willing to sit down and talk."

"Shut up, the boss is talking, do you have the right to interrupt?"

Ji Feng ignored the quarreling brothers below, and after adjusting his mentality, he slowly stood up.

"Don't call me boss or big brother anymore, it makes you sound like a gangster."

"Uh, what's that called?"

"Call the boss."

"Um, okay, big... boss."

"I'm going out."

"Boss, where are you going at this hour?"

Ji Feng, who was standing at the door, stopped and looked back. Feeling the eager gazes of the younger brothers in the box, he felt inexplicably irritated.

But I couldn't tell why I felt irritated.

"go home."

Going home? The boss wants to go home? This word is too unfamiliar to the people in the box.

In fact, not only did they feel strange, but even Ji Feng himself felt strange at this moment.

How long has it been since he came home?
1 month? Or 2 months?

Even he himself can't remember the time.

"Hey, boss, your cigarette."

Ji Feng stopped again when he was called. He turned around and looked at the cigarette that Ding Jie handed to him. After frowning, he put it away and made a slight "hmm" sound through his nose.

Left Xinhuang Club.

Ji Feng walked aimlessly on the street.

The July evening was hot and humid, but fortunately, he hadn't taken two steps before it started to rain heavily.

The monsoon runs counter to the crowds of people who are rushing to avoid the rain.

His somewhat lonely figure gradually disappeared in the rain.

Some people passing by will take a look at Ji Feng, but most people just pass by in a hurry. There are not so many people in this world who will pay attention to you, no matter who you are.

The rain was getting heavier and there were fewer and fewer people.

Ji Feng stopped in front of the lonely street lamp at the post station and took out the cigarette that Ding Jie had just given him from his arms.

After opening the cigarette box and looking at it for a while, Ji Feng's brows furrowed even deeper.

His smoking addiction...

It should be very big, but why do I feel so resistant when I see cigarettes?

Ji Feng put the cigarette to his lips in disbelief.

But this simple action caused him to have severe tinnitus.

hum! ~
He felt a gentle hand reaching out to him and lighting the cigarette for him.

The movement was so familiar and natural.

Naturally, Ji Feng felt that he must know the other person, and had a very good and close relationship with him, so he must be an important person.

But if it is so important, why don’t I have any impression of it at all?

He took out his lighter, which was a very expensive yellow enamel lighter, a very expensive one.

But it’s not what I want…

Ji Feng felt that his lighter should be a Zipo card model.

"wrong!!!"

No, no, no!

He had clearly never bought a ZIPO card-type lighter, so where did this idea come from?

He hates zipo the most.

Ji Feng was a little upset. He took the cigarette out of his mouth and wanted to put it back into the cigarette box, but found that the cigarette box was damp.

Seeing this scene, I could no longer suppress the irritation in my heart.

He roughly crumpled the cigarette into a ball and threw it directly into the trash can.

Continue walking towards the direction of my home...

"Who is Qianqian?"

On the way, Ji Feng suddenly asked this question.

No one could give him an answer, not even when he was at the Xinhuang Club.

No one knows who Qianqian is, but Ji Feng always feels that she must be a very important person to him.

"Is Qianqian that woman?"

Ji Feng asked herself again, but she shook her head subconsciously, as if it was an instinct:
"No, Qianqian is not her."

"Damn, this is so annoying..."

The confused thoughts made Ji Feng more and more irritated, but he had no choice and could not go out. He could only walk back to his home step by step in the rain.

A large house with luxurious decoration.

This is a style that Ji Feng completely dislikes. It’s not that he dislikes it, but she dislikes it.

Uh, who is she?
This was the umpteenth time that this question popped up in Ji Feng's mind.

But he still had no answer.

Take a nap, it will be fine after a nap, a nap will make everything return to normal.

This is the voice in Ji Feng's heart.

But he wanted to know, what is normal? What is normal?

There is no answer.

This big boss, who was operating in the gray area and was eager to transform, finally returned to his home after several months.

A lonely home.

He dozed off on the sofa until he fell asleep there.

He didn't feel safe at all, and he felt that everything around him was dangerous.

But he didn't dare reveal his fear.

He could only look forward to that person's arrival after waking up.

pity……

She did not come.

The days that followed were dull and uninteresting, at least for Ji Feng, they were always dull.

He wondered every day who she was and who Qianqian was.

Will I see her again?
The younger brothers all say that they have changed, but have they really changed?

Several months passed until winter came.

On a winter evening.

Ji Feng sat in the room somewhat lonely, but did not turn on the air conditioner, because the cold weather could freeze his memory and stop him from having wild thoughts.

His lonely soul longs for sympathy, and his broken heart rejects all intimacy.

The same days repeated themselves over and over again, and he did not leave any trace in this world. He rejected many women.

He didn't like that atmosphere, he didn't like those people, he didn't even know what he was pursuing or looking for.

He didn't even dare to say it out loud because he would be laughed at.

because……

That's love.

At this time, Ji Feng was like a garbage bag blown by the wind. The huge mental exhaustion made him unable to face anyone around him calmly.

He couldn't trust anyone, even himself.

Only when there is no one around him will Ji Feng feel that he exists.

She also exists.

Ji Feng felt a little ridiculous. All his actions and thoughts in the past few months were like hysterical behavior.

It's all ridiculous.

He would even watch TV and read novels to look for her.

But still found nothing.

Unexpectedly, he has achieved great success in his career at his prime years.

It's so decadent.

Throwing away a novel with an unfinished ending, Ji Feng leaned against the wall at the door of his house and began to complain to himself:

"Love Immortal Gu, I almost forgot everything about her, even her name and her appearance.

So...why doesn't she want to disappear from my world?"

Tuk-tuk-tuk!
"express delivery!"

A sudden knock on the door interrupted Ji Feng's thoughts.

There were very few deliveries from Ji Feng, so he knew that it must be the lighter he bought that had arrived.

It's the Zipo playing card model.

He didn't know why he wanted to buy this one, but he just wanted to buy it.

Yes, just thinking!

"coming."

When I opened the door, I saw a female courier wearing SF Express's black work clothes standing at the door.

There aren't many companies that offer door-to-door delivery these days.

It was almost evening now, and the female courier was exhausted, with a little girl following her.

Ji Feng signed for the express package quickly and slammed the door shut without any intention of talking to the other party.

Women, children...

It looks very troublesome.

But when he was standing at the door and about to open the package, he suddenly heard the voice of a little girl at the door.

"Mom, I'm so cold, please warm me up!"

"This is the last one, come on!"

"Mom is so warm..."

“It’s so warm…”

"warmth……"

Ji Feng stood there in a daze.

"warmth?"

Many images appeared before his eyes like a kaleidoscope.

He remembered her look, her voice, her smile.

And there is that original Zipo lighter.

The torn memories seemed to pull his soul out of his body, but the surging and burning emotions made his soul return to his body.

He couldn't help but shout out:

"warmth!"

Ji Feng suddenly woke up in the kindergarten classroom, with Ji Qianqian, who looked confused, beside him.

Judging from her expression, if she didn't know how to write an essay, she would have to write one tonight...

"An embarrassing story about my dad dreaming about my mom at a parents' meeting."

"Dad, it's the parents' meeting. It's so embarrassing!" Ji Qianqian looked dissatisfied.

Ji Feng looked at his daughter beside him, was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly hugged Ji Qianqian tightly.

Then, he simply picked her up and walked out of the door in front of everyone's stunned gazes...

With my daughter, I ran on the way home in the sudden heavy rain.

Monsoon didn't know what he was doing.

But he knows...

"To see her, you must run."

…………

At this time, in a bookstore in Tianjin...

The bookstore's business is not very good, but the store is very large, and it is obvious that it is making huge losses.

But Wen Nuan didn't care. Today, she even had time to receive a reporter who came from the imperial capital.

Logically speaking, someone with Wen Nuan's personality shouldn't accept interviews.

But who can blame her for being a CCTV reporter? And when she and her mother got into trouble, the other side's media always stood on her side.

Therefore, it is reasonable and moral to give the other party face.

"Hello, President Wen. I'm finally glad to see you. You're even more beautiful than in the documentaries."

"Thank you for the compliment, reporter Xiao."

Wen Nuan shook hands with the young female reporter, then asked the waiter to bring them two cups of coffee, and then began their chat and interview.

"Thank you, that warmth, let's get started."

"Okay, what do you want to know?"

"Um, anything is fine. Talk about yourself, Mr. Ji, your love story, and this bookstore. Anything is fine."

Hearing what reporter Xiao said, Wen Nuan squinted and smiled, then she looked sideways out the window.

It seems to be raining outside.

"Love stories? This bookstore actually contains a lot of stories about love."

"Forehead?"

Wen Nuan smiled and stared out the window, lost in thought...

……

imperial capital.

"Wen Nuan, Wen Nuan, let's go and have dinner."

Hearing someone calling her, Wen Nuan slowly opened her eyes and climbed up from the study table.

What came into view was a dormitory that was both strange and familiar.

After taking a look at the student ID card hanging in his hand, Wen Nuan's brows furrowed even deeper.

【Tsinghua University-Material Science-Warmth】

"Qingbei?"

"Don't be in a daze, Wen Nuan, let's go."

Thoughts are like sticky paste, but smart warmth can still find clear threads in the paste.

"Ah."

I stood up and paused in front of the mirror. The person in the mirror seemed a little younger.

There is a bit more indifference and a bit less maternal tenderness.

But Wen Nuan thinks this is also good. No matter what, getting younger is always a good thing.

Walking out of the classroom with her roommates, Wen Nuan could clearly feel the strangeness in their expressions. They looked at her from time to time and whispered to her behind her back.

It was as if there was something he was afraid he would know.

"We're taking a detour to get to the cafeteria from here, right?" Wen Nuan couldn't help but ask, feeling that the route her roommates were taking was wrong.

"The road over there is being repaired, just go this way." The roommate said with a somewhat concealed tone.

The warmth that comes from working in the workplace for many years can naturally be seen at a glance.

But she didn't refute or refuse, she just nodded gently:

"Oh."

After walking around a teaching building for a while, I came to a small playground where many people gathered.

"Wen Nuan, something seems to have happened there, let's go take a look together."

Before Wen Nuan could say anything, several roommates ran over.

Wen Nuan frowned. Although she felt a little unhappy, her habitual silence made her continue to follow.

But just as she walked over, many candles suddenly appeared around her, forming a circle around her.

Then a figure slowly walked out from the crowd opposite.

He held a bouquet of flowers, looking affectionate.

"Wen Nuan, I like you, please be my girlfriend!"

"Promise him, promise him!"

Flowers, candles, music, and the cheers of classmates.

The perfect atmosphere, the ambiguous environment, the alternation of the evening sunset and the early moonlight, it seems that this pattern has become the standard for large-scale confessions on campus.

How affectionate!

Perhaps young and ignorant girls will really be moved?

But Wen Nuan is not a young and ignorant girl. Her experiences have made her possess a sense of alienation and indifference that is rare among ordinary people.

Looking at everything in front of her, Wen Nuan suddenly felt a little bored.

That feeling is probably like an experienced driver who is used to driving a big truck, but is suddenly invited to drive a children's kart at a speed of only 5 per hour.

Love confessions in college are no longer as innocent and naive as they were in high school.

We are all adults. In fact, if we think about it a little, we will know what the other party’s purpose is and what they want to get.

So Wen Nuan only felt bored. When someone confessed his love to her, she even had time to think back to the time when Ji Feng teased her.

For example, when you ring the doorbell.

Pfft, why would I think of such a thing?

Ah……

The shy smile of the autistic girl seemed like a signal, and also like a response to the other party's call.

After all, there are not many truths in this world, and a girl's momentary blush is better than a long dialogue.

It’s a pity that with the advent of rouge, people can no longer distinguish between true love and false love.

Fortunately, Wen Nuan was not wearing any makeup.

So the warmth at this moment is true love.

When a woman lowers her head and cannot see her toes, she is extremely beautiful in the world.

It means that the unfocused eyes, the panicked heart and the blushing face of a woman when she lowers her head are the beauties that only one person can appreciate among millions of people.

True feelings revealed, a stunning beauty, the most beautiful woman in the world, belongs to one person only.

"warmth……"

The joy on the face of the classmate who called his name was visible to the naked eye.

But Wen Nuan didn’t even know the other person’s name, nor did she want to know.

"Make way, I want to go eat."

"Forehead?"

The shock and silence were like a freezing rain. Although it did not freeze into ice like snowflakes, it was even colder and more bone-chilling.

"Wen Nuan, did you agree?"

Seeing this man asking, Wen Nuan put away the fleeting smile and shyness that she had just shown when she missed Ji Feng. That was an expression she only had when facing her lover.

But at this moment, she returned to her original self, indifferent, cold, and keeping people at a distance.

“I don’t know what you misunderstood, but I’m telling you clearly now that I have a boyfriend, his name is Ji Feng.

I love him very much, we will get married after graduation, warmth will always be in the monsoon, so I hope you won’t bother me again in the future, thank you. "

A clear refusal, straightforward words.

Of course, shrimp and pork heart are also indispensable.

After Wen Nuan stepped over the decorated candles and waved away the bouquets that blocked her way, her cold figure was imprinted in many people's hearts.

This let many people know that Wen Nuan has a boyfriend.

His name is Monsoon.

Although they had never heard of Ji Feng's name in school, nor had they seen Ji Feng, they had not even seen Wen Nuan and Ji Feng meet.

So much so that everyone is wondering whether the name Monsoon was made up by Wen Nuan.

It is to reject the love and pursuit of others, maintain peace and concentrate on studies.

But Wen Nuan herself insisted that she did have a boyfriend.

Her boyfriend is Monsoon, and that will never change.

As time went by, although everyone was confused, they all accepted the matter. They stopped cheering for Wen Nuan and stopped trying to bring them together.

Occasionally, some classmates asked their roommates about warmth, but they just shook their heads.

Peaceful times come year after year.

The four years at Peking University and Tsinghua University passed quickly, and finally the graduation season arrived here.

The wind blew away their stories at Peking University and Tsinghua University, and these stories became a past that they can never return to.

The passionate young man was once confused about where to go, but the gentle breeze will eventually lead him to a better place.

Wen Nuan graduated again.

But why say again?
After graduation, Wen Nuan joined a research institute in the capital, far away from her original family, but...

She still hasn't waited for the person she wanted to wait for.

She has also been to Magic University, returned to Pearl City, and visited the old business district.

Unfortunately, there is no Monsoon named in Modu University.

There was no sign of Dong Kaihui and Ji Guangxun in the residential complex in Pearl City.

The old business district has been demolished. Wen Nuan doesn’t even know what it looked like before the demolition, and whether 409 is still the same.

Huangpu River at sunset.

A hill far away from the city.

They look forward to being on campus together.

There is no trace of monsoon in these places.

It seems that there is no such person as Ji Feng in this world.

Until people around her asked her why she didn't get married and whether she was waiting for someone.

Wen Nuan just drew rabbits and kangaroos on her workbook.

No one knew what that meant.

But Wen Nuan made a decision at this time.

She quit her job with excellent conditions and went to Jingxi alone, following the road that was almost blurred in her memory.

Found the former Taoist temple.

And, the stream where they recalled their past lives...

Coming here, Wen Nuan, who hadn’t smiled for a long time, finally smiled:
"It's a great honor to meet you."

…………

"Then, what happened next?"

Reporter Xiao always felt that this heartwarming story was not finished. She was just getting excited about it, so why did it end so suddenly?

Wen Nuan saw her eagerness but just smiled slyly.

This smile was full of the charm and seductiveness of a mature woman, and even the female reporter herself was stunned by it.

But when she was stunned, Wen Nuan's eyes were filled with happiness and satisfaction, and she continued to talk:

“Then, they opened a bookstore just like ours.

The books here are cheap and full of love stories..."

"Uh? Same? What about you guys?"

"We what?" Wen Nuan shook the coffee beside her, somewhat nonchalantly.

“Is there any of your stories here?”

"No." Wen Nuan thought for a while and shook her head.

"So, what about that story you just told?"

"Ah……"

Wen Nuan pursed her lips and smiled, but did not answer the other party.

Her intuition has always been accurate, so at this time she looked out the window.

She was waiting for something, looking forward to something.

Until the figure she was expecting suddenly rushed out from the rain, rushed straight to the library, and rushed straight to her.

The warm expression seemed to relax as if a heavy burden had been lifted off his shoulders.

She didn't talk to the reporter anymore, but stood up and ran out of the bookstore, towards her lover and children.

Then wait for him to pick you up!
She didn't know why Ji Feng suddenly ran back, but she felt that she should run towards him.

The two got closer and closer until they hugged each other tightly.

Leaning in Ji Feng's arms, Wen Nuan gently wiped the rain off his hair:

"You got caught in the rain."

"I miss you." Ji Feng's answer was irrelevant but very straightforward.

But this kind of answer will only bring warmth and joy.

"Well, I miss you too."

Ji Qianqian, who was hiding aside, curled her lips speechlessly. Her parents were like this, making her seem like a third party.

She quietly hid from her parents and sneaked to her own store to get ice cream.

No one knows her parents better than Ji Qianqian. They are both 30 years old and still in love, but when they were in love, they had no time to take care of her.

Looking at the couple hugging each other, reporter Xiao, who came to interview them, shed tears.

Looking at the two people in the rain, reporter Xiao thought about it, and finally put down the umbrella in his hand and walked out in the rain.

After walking up to the two of them and standing for a moment, he greeted Ji Feng.

"Hello, I'm reporter Xiao Ling..."

Even after hearing the sound, Ji Feng still held on to the warmth and was unwilling to let go.

Why? Because of love.

The book says...

Reunion.

Lost and found.

A false alarm.

These are the three best words in life.

But today Ji Feng wants to add one more sentence at the end: I am so lucky.

《It is such a blessing to meet you! 》

This is probably his story with warmth.

Ji Feng adjusted his mood and took a deep breath:
"Hello, reporter Xiao, I'm Ji Feng."

He paused, and suddenly added:
"Warm monsoon..."

(End of the book)

(End of this chapter)