Missing you in my life

50 years old is not too much.

Shen Qingcheng smiled lightly, agreeing with Mu Wanzhou's statement: "Then, did Mrs. Shen prepare any presents for the child?"

"Secret it." Mu Wanzhou nodded the tip of Shen Qingcheng's nose: "If you say it, there will be no surprises."

When Shen Xingye looked at the rabbit doll of the same height, he was probably only frightened.

"Mom, I'm 30 years old this year, not three..."

Mu Wanzhou said solemnly: "Yes, I bought you a small one when I was three years old, and now I'm going to buy a big one when I grow up."

Shen Xingye, who was about to cry without tears, wanted to find some comfort from Shen Qingcheng, but unexpectedly, her mother "made up" her a knife.

"Wan Zhou is right. Or...Xiao Ye, you don't like this gift?"

How dare Shen Xingye say no, although she has been called the "little devil" since she was a child, but in front of her mothers, she is just a weak, pitiful and somewhat helpless kitten: "I like it! Thank you, mother!"

"If I had known earlier, we would have bought a rabbit for Xiao Ye." Shen Mingyou looked dignified as the eldest brother, but in his bones he still had Shen Shizhao's trouble-making gene.

Shen Xingye's eyebrows were curved, but his words were full of threats: "Brother, why don't you leave the red wine project in Swartland to you?"

Shen Mingyou immediately picked up a piece of braised pork ribs and put it on Shen Xingye's plate: "Xiaoye, good boy, eat meat."

Seeing the children laughing and making noise, Shen Qingcheng always felt that they hadn't grown up yet, and would still act like a baby to her, wanting to hug and kiss her: "That's great."

Seeing Shen Qingcheng's smiling face, Mu Wanzhou was relieved a lot: "Would you like a drink?"

Having been banned from drinking alcohol for several years, Shen Qingcheng was naturally greedy.But thinking about her body, she still hesitated.It was Mu Wanzhou who poured a small cup for her: "I'm happy today, just make an exception once."

"Then I thank Mrs. Shen." Shen Qingcheng raised his wine glass to meet Mu Wanzhou.

The children who were playing around raised their cups one after another.

"Respect mom and mommy." "Respect sister-in-law and aunt." "Respect grandma."

In such a happy atmosphere, no one expected that Shen Qingcheng would not survive the late winter in the end.

"It seems to be snowing..."

Since Shen Xingye's birthday, Shen Qingcheng has been in a coma with a high fever, and rarely wakes up.During the day, Mu Wanzhou was with her, and at night, several children took turns to look after her.

Mu Wanzhou tucked the thick blanket for her, and a lot of white hairs appeared in the hair: "The temperature has dropped so much for several days in a row, maybe it will snow tomorrow."

"I heard that making a wish is especially effective when the first snow falls in Lin'an..." Shen Qingcheng vaguely remembered that her grandmother had said this to her when she was young: "But I missed it every time."

"Then I'll watch it with you this time." Mu Wanzhou has more memories of Lin'an Chuxue than Shen Qingcheng, but she has never made a wish: "Ah Cheng... what wish do you want to make?"

Shen Qingcheng stretched out his hand to paint Mu Wanzhou's gentle eyebrows and eyes, wanting to engrave it in his heart: "I will never leave you forever."

"Okay..." Mu Wanzhou's eyes were hot, he held Shen Qingcheng's hand, lowered his head and kissed the ring on his ring finger, and said softly over and over again: "Life after life, the white head will never leave."

The snow fell at the beginning of late winter, but Shen Qingcheng still couldn't see the vast white world.

In the second year after her death, Mu Wanzhou also passed away peacefully, the day before the first snow fell.

Mu Xingchen and Shen Xingye finally buried their mothers in Lin'an, and the beginning and end of their love.

From now on, they will not miss every first snow again.