God vs. Lone Star, you and I are a pair

"Ayu, yesterday I dreamed of you and my grandma in my sleep. You couldn't beat me to swing on the swing, and you acted coquettishly and cried in grandma's arms. I seem to be able to see your faces clearly recently. Maybe I can too. I'm about to die, so I came to see my father and grandma. I don't know that you are still alive. It has been sixty and three years since we separated. Whenever I see my children and grandchildren, well clothed and well-fed, I will think of my sister. She is in the ruins. The look of crying."

"I heard some news from you again and again, but the distance is enough to make me shy away from home. Recently, my health is getting worse and worse. I have sorted out some old things and left them to you. If you are no longer here, then I will leave them to your descendants. People, let them have enough food and clothing.”

"Duckweed in troubled times, you and I can't help ourselves. I have been a vegetarian all year round just to pray for your safety and health. Although I was homeless when I was young, I was fortunate to meet adoptive parents who treated me as my own. If I hadn't been there that day, It would be great if I left you to buy food. It would be great if we sisters were not separated."

"Ayu, my husband is gone. Looking at our children, we are so arrogant and licentious that I have a headache, so I moved to the old house by the lake. I think of the happy times when you and I were young. It would be great if there are souls after death. You and I, sisters, Just like when I was young, happy."

"Ayu, I have a headache because of the anger of my son who is not doing his job properly. I wonder how many children you have raised and what they are like. My aunt prepared a gift for them. Why do you think your children will be more beautiful than mine? To be nice."

"Ayu, I can't see with my eyes anymore. While I can still see, I hired a good painter. I think the painting looks like you."

A thick stack of letterheads, printed with complicated patterns and labels of the Hobbes family, but all written on them were just the gossips of an old man.

"Those kids outside thought they had left something important and kidnapped me." Alas, the old man pushed up his glasses and sighed.

"Actually, Jin misses her parents and sister in her hometown, but they don't believe her even if she tells her."

William also smiled, thinking of the assassination he encountered in City C. If his cousins ​​knew that it contained the old lady's family letters, they would probably strangle himself to death.

"This box of jewelry is for my sister's descendants. You can decide it for yourselves." The old man pointed to a large box of jewelry. "I heard that you Chinese people have the custom of preparing dowry for your sister. I don't understand. What's your relationship?" That’s right, there shouldn’t be any fight.”

"These are ordinary things." Only these families who use money as currency will think that jewelry worth hundreds of millions is ordinary things.

"This painting is more valuable." The old man lifted up the white cloth.

The painting is an oil painting, but it is full of oriental artistic conception. Next to a freehand fence, a girl with a ponytail is sitting on a swing. The swing is in mid-air. The smile on her face cannot be hidden, but her eyes are turned to the side. Glancing at the ground. Following her line of sight, a little girl wearing a mandarin jacket squatted on the ground, looking up at the older girl on the swing. Although her expression could not be seen clearly, everyone seemed to feel her slight expression. Pouty mouth, and unhappy eyes.

Around the swing, there are dots of small flowers, and the breeze blows, revealing the buds of the leaves. Even after half a century of wandering and being stained with a lifetime of involuntary dust, this simple scene of tranquility is still good. Deep in the soul, it supported me through the most difficult times.

If Zhang Ruopu were here, he would immediately think of the story of his aunt that his mother told her when she was a child. "That aunt of yours is good at everything, except for the swing made by our father. When I want to play, she always squeezes me down and swings very high on it, while looking at me and laughing, until I Till you cry."

They once told many stories to their partners and children, but as the years passed, many stories gradually faded in their memories.

"Wow, this is indeed a masterpiece." William's eyes were almost glued to the painting. "This is what the most famous painter of this century said was the most satisfying work of his life."

"I will hang it at home from now on. You are welcome to visit at any time." Shen Xiuyun said politely.