Li thought about why he felt familiar with the white calla lily!

He had never been in contact with calla lily before, and he didn't know that there was such a kind of flower. He never knew about flowers, but today he was sleeping in the hospital. The bunch of calla lily placed on the bench in his dream appeared in his dream. It was yellow at first, but later turned white, and then disappeared...

He had a strong sense of familiarity at that time, but he couldn't remember what this familiarity felt.

Now I remember it!

The white calla lily appeared in the dream, before this time in the hospital.

It's in the young lady's notebook!

He once entered his sister's room in his dream, where there was a black cover notebook with a dark blue pen in it.

The young lady often uses this pen to write about her mood in her notebook.

Once, she received a letter from a talented girl from America. After reading it, she wrote a lot of touching words in her notebook!

One of the general meanings is that the genius girl returned to China and even went to see her and gave her a large handful of beautiful white calla lilies.

She also joked that she prefers red roses, but the white calla lily is also cute.

White Calla Lily!!!

Li Xiang remembered what Su Meihui told him today that the white calla lily was given to the deceased.

Only when I remember the deceased would I give such a bouquet of flowers.

"What's wrong? Little Elephant?"

Xiang Xiaoyuan suddenly saw Li Xiang standing there in a daze, saying no to Dou Dou’s question, and his face changed drastically, his eyes were red, and tears flashed.

"What's wrong? What's wrong? Is something wrong?" Xiang Xiaoyuan touched Li Xiang's head, hugged his shoulder and asked gently.

She would never have thought that her son suddenly shed tears. Did he remember the sad thing?

Li Xiang saw Xiang Xiaoyuan who was concerned, and also saw Dou Dou Shishi looking at him with his little head raised at his feet. He quickly calmed down, took a deep breath, and put back the tears that almost burst out from his eyes, saying, "It's okay, I remembered something bad just now. Don't worry, it's really okay."

"It's really okay?" Xiang Xiaoyuan asked worriedly.

"It's really okay."

He nodded to Xiaoyuan and said that's fine.

When a son grows up, he has his own life, of course he will also have his own thoughts. As parents, of course, I hope that his son's thoughts can be told to them, but if they are unwilling to tell them, they will understand them.

Xiang Xiaoyuan has not treated Li Xiang as a child for a long time. She believes that Xiaoxiang must have thought of something sad, but she also believes that he can control his almost out of control.

"Brother is fine, don't worry." Li Xiang smiled and touched Dou Dou Shishi's little head.

"Pi Pigeon, hug~~" Shishi did not ask, but took two steps forward, opened his small hands wide, hugged his legs, hoping to warm him up.

Li Xiang looked down at this little guy, like a sloth baby, holding his legs gentle and warmly.

He bent down and hugged Shishi in his arms.

"Don't cry, be good." Teacher Li, who was held in his arms, wiped Li Xiang's eyes as soon as possible. Although she didn't cry, in her heart, Ge Ge was already crying.

At this time, Dou Dou also patted his knees and said, "Brother, you have to say it when you are unhappy. You can whisper to your mother or to your baby. Do you want to tell the Lun family?"

Well, this is her method. Xiang Xiaoyuan often says "whispers" to them and listens to their thoughts.

Li Xiang said with a funny look: "Okay, then bring your little ears over."

Dou Dou immediately laughed, tiptoed, turned her head, and put her little ears up, but the height difference was too big, so she tried her best to get it up, but the difference was still a thousand miles away.

"Hey, you hug the Lun family, you hug Shishi." Dou Dou jumped anxiously, spread his hands and begged for a hug.

Li Xiang squatted down, held the little one in his arms, and then sat on the sand.

As soon as she sat down, the little sister kissed her on both sides of her face. Although Li Xiang said it was okay, the little sister was very smart. She guessed that her brother was in a bad mood and must be very sad.

Soon, Xiang Xiaoyuan took Dou Dou Shishi away with him intimately, took them a bath, and left Li Xiang with space to be alone.

She knew that Xiaoxiang needed to be alone and sort out her mood at this time.

Li Xiang really needs space to be alone.

He came to the study room, locked the door, and did not sit on the large chair in front of the desk, but sat in the sand. On the side was floor-to-ceiling windows. The sky outside the window was completely dark, and there were lights in his sight - this was the street lights on the landscape by the Dog Lake. Going forward, it was pitch black, and the vast Dog Park was immersed in this ink-like night. There was autumn cicadas babbling the last singing of this summer. The two chameleons stood in the cage, hung on the bookshelf, staring at Li Xiang who broke into the study room with a wooden eye.

The moon did not come out tonight, and there were no stars in the sky.

As soon as the surroundings calmed down, Li Xiang's thoughts that had just been suppressed began to fly around.

He tried to sort out the thoughts in his mind. The white calla lily, does that mean that the young lady is dead?

The notebook says that the genius girl was holding a big handful of white calla lily to see her. So, is this the case? The young lady passed away, and then the genius girl set off to see her??? Holding a big handful of white calla lily?

Otherwise, why would you hold a bouquet of white calla lilies?

Thinking of this, Li Xiang felt a throbbing in his heart. His feelings told him that this might be the fact.

To be honest, Li Xiang has never completely immersed himself in his dream. He always thought that he and the son of the young lady in the dream only had a common name, not the same person.

However, for nearly a year, he dreamed of the world where his sister was, witnessed her and her son depend on each other, felt their joys, sorrows, and happiness, happy for their happiness, sad for their sadness, as if he was also experiencing all this personally, and all emotions could be empathized with.

Now, a sudden hint that he might have passed away, which made it difficult for him to accept.

She should have a brilliant and beautiful life, but she gave everything and sacrificed everything for her son who was seriously ill since childhood. She never lived for herself in her life.

Li Xiang sometimes even feels that the death of her son may be a good thing for the young lady. She can finally think about herself, rather than thinking about others all the time.

In this life, you must always think about yourself, otherwise you will be too frustrated.

Immediately, Li Xiang suddenly realized that it was wrong! The logic was wrong!

He slapped his head hard, and his thoughts were influenced by emotions just now. There was a huge loophole in this inference, that is: If a genius girl held a white calla lily to see her, and she was really dead, then who recorded the content in her notebook???

Obviously something is wrong!
Chapter completed!