Sweethearts are like lollipops

Chapter 689 Sunshine Through the Bodhi Tree
Yan Mulin wished he could see through the night and see if sister Nianjin was well.

His two fists were clenched tightly, pressing against the window frame.

Maybe in the future, we will never see each other again, Yan Mulin's whole heart is empty.

When she leaves, when he loses, you will realize the importance...

It was a spring day, when he was five years old, he went to the nunnery to visit his mother.

His mother would go to the nunnery to meditate once every few months. In his impression, his mother had gray hair long ago, even when he was very young.

Every time he saw his mother's lonely and thin figure kneeling on the futon and chanting sutras, he always felt very depressed.

He had heard those maidservants gossip, and he probably knew what hurt his mother.

It is said that the mother's natal family and the Yan family are family friends, and they made a marriage contract for father and mother since childhood.

But later, my father fell in love with an actress. That shameless woman fell in love with his father's power and money, and became his lover regardless of his father's engagement.

Under the interference of the Yan family, the actress left her father, got married soon, and had a child.

His father also married his mother and gave birth to him.

At first everything returned to calm, but the actress' husband died in a car accident, and his father never forgot about the newly widowed woman, and the two got in touch again.

Even his grandfather was extremely angry with his father, but his father would rather leave the Yan family than marry the actress.

His father abandoned his wife and son, and just left, and his mother turned gray overnight at that time.

Because he was the only son of the Yan family, his grandfather did not agree with his mother to take him away, so the mother still retained the identity of his wife and stayed in the Yan family to raise him.

He has seen his mother's suffering since he was a child, and he also understands his mother's hatred for his father. Even chanting scriptures and Buddha can't calm her demons.

However, when he was still young, he only felt sorry for his mother and hated his father. To this day, even though he knows who his father is, he has never met him, nor said a word.

On that spring morning, when his mother was doing morning class, he wandered aimlessly outside the nunnery sullenly.

So, he heard the sound of the guzheng, which was very light, as pure as a stream.

He followed the sound and saw a young lady sitting under a luxuriant linden tree playing the piano.

The little sister looks demure, wearing a plain cloth skirt, but she looks like a fairy.

Her hands are white and slender, caressing the strings, how beautiful.

He stood quietly not far away, watching the young lady playing the piano.

After the song ended, the young lady spotted him and looked at him.

He walked over slowly and asked her, "Who are you? I haven't seen you before."

The young lady smiled gently and said, "My name is Xiao Nianjin. My mother came to accompany Mrs. Murong to chant sutras and brought me along. This is my first time here. Little brother, why are you here?"

He paused and said, "My mother is Mrs. Murong."

At that time, they didn't have a clear concept of identity. That morning, they chatted happily, and the young lady played a few tunes for him.

The heart of a five-year-old child has been suppressed for too long, and it is the first time that the sun shines into his heart.

He really wanted his little sister to be by his side all the time.

On the morning when he was about to leave the nunnery, he inadvertently mentioned to his mother that he wanted to have a young lady to accompany him.

(End of this chapter)