依旧是那最灿烂的阳光,它投射进来,用暖暖的光辉将我们这对无助的白发夫妻环绕在淡淡的金色中。容子走了过来,停在了门口。夕阳照进房间,轻柔的风掀起窗帘。我转身看着她,容子也望着我,眼里闪动着泪光。我张开嘴,欲言又止。刚刚还在高声唱歌的她,终于也忍不住眼泪夺眶而出。“你啊……”我苦笑了一下,打破了沉重的空气,但是接下来却什么都说不出来,因为我也哽咽了。我张开双臂,迎接着一头扑进我怀里的容子,紧紧地抱着她,“没事的没事的,有我在你身边,没事的。”也许怀抱是我唯一能给她的一点安慰。但是我口口声声说着的“没事”却是那么软弱无 Still the brightest sunshine, it casts in, wrapping us in a hint of gold with the warmth of our helpless white-haired couple. Yung child came over, stopped at the door. The setting sun shines into the room, and the gentle wind lifts the curtains. I turned to look at her, Yung child also looked at me, his eyes flashing tears. I opened my mouth, to stop. She was still singing aloud, and she could not help her tears. “You ah ... ” I smile for a moment, breaking the heavy air, but then nothing can be said, because I also choked. I opened my arms and greeted Rong Rong, who was rushing into my arms, and hugged her closely. “Nothing’s okay, I’m by your side, okay.” Maybe I’m the only one I can give her comfort. But what I say, “Nothing” is so weak