Siheyuan: starting from signing in to get roasted pig's trotters

Chapter 1262 Worth cherishing

My mother looked on with anticipation and disappointment in her eyes. Huaihua looked up at her mother, and then turned to the Western dress, as if she didn't hear her father's words at all.

"Dad, Mom, what do you know? I want this style." Huaihua said impatiently while choosing a dress.

Dad and mom looked at each other, feeling a little helpless. They couldn't help but sigh secretly. The world in Huaihua's eyes was no longer familiar to them. She had grown up and had her own ideas and pursuits.

Mom sighed softly and patted Dad's hand to signal him to stop talking. They decided to silently support Huaihua, and no matter what she chose, they would respect her decision.

Huaihua finally chose a Western-style dress. She looked at her choice with satisfaction, and her heart was full of expectations and longing. Although her parents are a little regretful, they know that this is Huaihua's choice, and they only hope that she can be happy.

Zhao Lei came to Zhao Jin's tomb. Zhao Jin's name and date of birth and death were engraved on the tombstone. He gently wiped off the dust on the tombstone and stared quietly at the place where he slept forever.

"My dear, I'm here to see you." Zhao Lei said softly, with a trace of sadness and longing in his eyes.

He gently put down a bouquet of flowers, then sat in front of the tomb, holding a photo in his hand. It was a photo of him and Zhao Jin, with a bright and happy smile.

"Sophora japonica and Zhao Aimin are getting married. I believe they will be very happy." Zhao Lei said softly to the tombstone, as if Zhao Jin was beside him.

He closed his eyes and prayed silently, hoping that Zhao Jin could know the news in heaven, and that she could give their future descendants a good name in her dream.

A breeze blew by, and the leaves swayed gently, as if Zhao Jin's soul was comforting him.

Zhao Lei prayed silently, his heart full of gratitude and longing. In this quiet cemetery, the love between him and Zhao Jin still continues and will never fade away.

Zhao Lei gently took out the music box, wiped the dust on it, and then opened it carefully. Soft music flows from the box and fills the silent cemetery.

He closed his eyes and seemed to be in the past. This piece of music is a melody that he and Zhao Jin both love. Every time he hears it, it brings back the deepest memories in his heart.

"Zhao Jin, listen, this is our favorite song." Zhao Lei said softly, as if Zhao Jin was beside him.

He stared at the tombstone, his eyes full of nostalgia and reluctance, just like before.

"I will take good care of myself, and you should also take good care of me over there, waiting for me." Zhao Lei said softly, with a hint of determination in his voice.

In this silent cemetery, the melody of the music box gradually drifted away, as if Zhao Jin's soul was also listening, accompanying his thoughts.

Zhao Lei stood quietly in front of the tomb, and the melody of the music box echoed in the air, accompanied by the deep emotions between them, forming an eternal picture.

Huaihua's father walked into his daughter's room and watched her arranging the exquisite wedding dress, filled with emotion and joy.

"Dad, you are here." Huaihua turned her head and showed a bright smile.

Dad patted her shoulder gently, with a hint of excitement in his smile. "Sophora japonica, you are getting married soon. Dad is very happy for you."

Huaihua pursed her lips, tears welling up in her eyes. "Dad, I'm happy too. But a little nervous."

"Don't be nervous, everything will be fine." Dad took Huaihua's hand and comforted her gently.

Sophora japonica nodded slightly, feeling her father's care. Her mood gradually calmed down.

"Also, did you know?" Dad said with a hint of mischief on his face, "Mom has prepared a wedding dress for you a long time ago. It must be very beautiful."

After hearing this, Huaihua's eyes suddenly lit up, "Really? I want to have a look!" She said excitedly, dragging her father with her to her mother's room.

When they came to their mother's room, they saw exquisite wedding dresses placed on the bed, each one exuding a faint floral fragrance. Sophora japonica looked at these beautiful clothes, and her heart was filled with gratitude and joy.

"Sophora japonica, do you like it?" Mom asked with a smile.

Huaihua hugged her mother and said, "Mom, it's so beautiful. Thank you."

Dad also looked at them with a smile, "Sophora japonica, from now on you will belong to someone else's family, but we will always be your family, do you understand?"

Huaihua nodded, tears streaming down her face, her heart filled with warmth and happiness.

On the big day, the sun shines through the windows into the room, making it warm and bright. Yu Dongge walked back and forth anxiously, feeling uneasy in his heart.

"Sophora flower, why hasn't the wedding dress been delivered yet?" Yu Dongge took his mobile phone and called Qin Jingru anxiously.

Sophora flower looked calm and said to Yu Dongge with a smile: "It doesn't matter, I have other plans."

Yu Dongge looked at Sophora japonica in confusion and asked puzzledly: "What other plans do you have?"

Huaihua smiled and walked to the closet and opened the door. There were sets of gorgeous Chinese dresses inside, each one exquisite and gorgeous.

"I want to wear the Chinese dress my mother made for me," Huaihua said.

A hint of surprise flashed in Yu Dongge's eyes, "These dresses are so beautiful! Huaihua, do you really decide to wear these?"

Huaihua nodded, her eyes full of determination, "Yes, I think this is more meaningful and can better show the truth in my heart."

Yu Dongge's mood suddenly relaxed, and she felt Sophora Flower's determination and joy. "That's great! Let me help you choose."

The two of them selected dresses in front of the wardrobe together, each outfit showing the elegance and beauty of Sophora japonica. Yu Dongge felt the atmosphere of happiness. She knew that such a wedding would be a perfect ceremony, drawing a beautiful end to the love between Huaihua and Zhao Aimin.

On the big day, while Qin Jingru accompanied Huaihua to choose a dress, Xiaodang also came to Huaihua's home. She was wearing a simple yet elegant dress, with a happy smile on her face.

"Sophora japonica, your wedding dress is so beautiful!" Xiao Dang praised, his eyes full of envy and blessings.

Huaihua accepted Xiaodang's blessing with a smile, "Thank you, Xiaodang. I also wish you happiness."

Qin Jingru watched the exchange between the two best friends, and her heart was filled with emotion. She understands that on the road of life, everyone will have their own happiness, and every friendship is worth cherishing.

"Xiaodang, I wish you and Liu Guangqi the best." Qin Jingru said, her voice revealing her sincere blessings.

Xiaodang looked at Qin Jingru movedly, his heart full of gratitude, "Thank you, Jingru. You have really changed a lot now."

Qin Jingru smiled and nodded, "Yes, I also feel that I have changed a lot. We have all grown up and learned to understand and tolerate better."