Chapter 321 Glass Ring

There is the smell of mother.

That special taste that is stored in memories, two lifetimes of memories.

"If you want to eat in the future, I will ask my mother to pack some for you. You can eat at any time. Don't cry." Lu Yi took the tissue and wiped her face clean. "Okay," he patted her face. , "Eat dumplings. It will be the Chinese New Year after today. Your movie will be released tomorrow. I will take people there."

"Okay," Yan Huan sniffed and agreed. She lowered her head and started eating the dumplings again.

These are indeed dumplings made by her mother. They were made by Ye Shuyun, made by her aunt in her previous life. But why she has lived in the Lu family for so many years and still doesn’t know. It turns out that it was Lu Yi who she hated most in the past. My mother can actually make dumplings, just like the dumplings made by her mother.

Everything feels right.

The taste is also right.

Yes, that's all right.

She almost finished a plate of dumplings. She liked the taste of the dumplings, they were delicious.

And she especially liked the mother and son who brought her steamed buns and dumplings.

She really felt that her eyes were blind. In her previous life, she had loved Lu Qin and her son with all her heart and soul, but in the end, in exchange for those years, she was no longer human, ghost or ghost, crazy or stupid, stupid or not. Silly days.

A series of firecrackers sounded outside again. Yan Huan sat on the balcony, just looking at the lights of thousands of houses outside, and the clusters of fireworks that had bloomed.

The blooming of fireworks is a moment of brilliance and a beauty that will be remembered forever in our hearts.

Lu Yi stood behind her, took off his clothes and put them on her shoulders. At this time, he was only wearing a single coat, letting the wind blow like this, but he was completely naked. Not moved.

Lu Yi adjusted her hair that was messed up by the wind.

Yan Huan turned around and saw that the corners of the man's lips were slightly raised. The curve was a little tighter, a little more warm, a little warmer.

It was New Year's Eve this year, and this was the warmest year Yan Huan had ever had. She received a lot of red envelopes, and ate dumplings that looked like those made by her mother.

At night, Lu Yi waited until Yan Huan fell asleep before leaving. He closed the door gently and glanced at the door again. When the firecrackers outside stopped and the sound gradually died down, another year had passed.

At night, Yan Huan had a dream. She dreamed that when she was very young, she was holding a small plate with dumplings made by her mother.

Young beautiful woman pinches her daughter's little face.

"Huanhuan, are the dumplings delicious?"

"Yeah," Xiao Yanhuan nodded vigorously.

"Then let's eat dumplings tomorrow, okay?"

The little girl nodded her little head vigorously. Her big bright eyes and chubby little face seemed to look exactly like the current Yan Huan, but except for that baby-fat little face, there was no A hint of worry.

She was still innocent then, she was still innocent, she was still a child protected by her mother's wings and worked hard to grow up.

However, when I grow up, everything changes.

Mom is gone, dumplings are gone.

Nothing is there anymore.

"Huanhuan, get up, get up..."

Suddenly, there was a sound of a madman jumping and shouting in my ears.

Yan Huan opened her eyes, but the corners of her eyes were a little sore. She looked up at the familiar ceiling. It turned out that it was just a dream. It turned out that she was dreaming, and she had not dreamed of her mother for a long, long time.

Her mother seemed to be smiling at her. In her last life, she always dreamed of her mother crying, because she knew that her mother felt sorry for her, felt sorry for her being cheated by others, felt sorry for her blood being taken away bag by bag, felt sorry for her. His stomach was cut open, and the child was only six months old.

But in this life, my mother smiled.

Mom, don't worry, I will be fine, I will.

She put her hand on her chest and turned her face away. She saw a red envelope placed in front of the table. She picked it up. It was given to her by Lu Yi. The red envelope was quite thick and she didn't know what was inside. How much money was stuffed?

She took the red envelope in her hand, opened it, and took out the contents.

Inside is a stack of 100 yuan. I guess it’s 1,000 yuan.

Prosecutor Lu was a generous person. He gave her so much money. She happily lay on the bed and counted the money. Later they were going to watch the premiere of a movie. Her movie was scheduled for the evening, while Three Kingdoms was scheduled for the next. Early in the morning, this was a step ahead of her uncle Xiang Qinghua. She was not entangled in this. After all, great directors all wanted to give face.

She counted them one by one, and the more she counted, the happier she became. It was really a thousand. She took the red envelope and was about to stuff the money into the red envelope, but she felt that there seemed to be something in the red envelope.

She sat up and shook the empty red envelope in her hand. Sure enough, there was something in it, and it was jingling inside.

She poured the contents of the red envelope into her palm, but she poured out a ring, a very delicate-looking diamond ring.

Suddenly, she covered her mouth. At that moment, her nose felt sour, and the sourness filled the corners of her eyes, and then a few warm tears fell into the palm of her hand.

She put the ring on her ring finger, and it was just the right size.

"Okay, it's yours from now on, I won't take it off."

"Huanhuan, are you awake?" Yi Ling was banging on the door outside. "Aren't you hungry? I'm going to starve to death. I want to eat dumplings, eat dumplings."

Yan Huan put on her shoes and came out. Yi Ling was lying on the sofa outside. One of her shoes was kicked away. She kept shouting that she was hungry, hungry, and almost starved to death.

Yan Huan walked into the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, and took out dumplings from the refrigerator. She cooked two bowls, one for herself and one for Yi Ling. She hired a nanny at home, but the nanny also had to celebrate the New Year, so she would not come until after the New Year.

So these days, they still have to do everything themselves.

When Yan Huan put the dumplings on the table, Yi Ling's dog nose was very sensitive. She sniffed, sat up with a whoosh, picked up the chopsticks and picked up a dumpling and stuffed it into her mouth. During the New Year, of course, dumplings should be eaten. If you don't eat dumplings, how can it be the New Year?

Yiling grabbed Yan Huan's hand with a sharp eye, "This ring is so beautiful."

Yan Huan blinked her eyes. Before she spoke, she heard Yi Ling talking to herself again.

"This glass is made of diamonds. I want to buy one tomorrow."

Yan Huan just smiled and gently turned the ring on his finger.

Yiling called Lei Qingyi at night and asked him where he could buy a large glass ring.