Because they were going to be separated the next day, Wen Yu and Jiang Yuhe stayed in the parking lot of Guannan Apartment for a long time that night.
Obviously it was only a week or so, but for such a couple who have just entered the period of emotional explosion, it is no less than suddenly having to remove a part of their body.
too difficult.
Wen Yu called Dad, you have no heart.
Wen Yu has been pestering Jiang Yuhe in the car, this moment of parting, even though it was only a few days away from another place, she still said a lot coquettishly and pretentiously—
"miss me."
"I'm not allowed to look at other women."
"If you dare to be the second Shen Mingjia, I will also find the second Jiang Yuhe to be my brother."
Hearing this, Jiang Yuhe couldn't help laughing, "The second Jiang Yuhe?"
He paused, "Do you think there is a second person who can threaten me?"
Wen Yu: "..."
He is already a person at the top of the pyramid, and he really seems to be joking when he says that.
Who can threaten him, Jiang Yuhe, as long as he doesn't play others to death.
Wen Yu snorted feigning displeasure and turned her face away, but heard the man next to her add indifferently: "You are the only one with this ability."
Wen Yu: "..."
Turning around suddenly, his face was full of smugness and he couldn't hold it back. He blinked and reacted for a moment: "Are you confessing your love to me?"
Jiang Yuhe: "Confession?"
"You never said you liked me."
"..."
Jiang Yuhe is indeed the kind of person who is too clear-headed and rational. He is a thorough activist and disdains to express his feelings with his mouth. He cares more about how to let the person he loves live what she wants than talking about love. Life.
She will be a vase, and he can support her for a lifetime.
If she wants to start a business, he will stand behind her and help her grow.
As long as she wants, he will give it.
whatever.
Besides, he had more than one word of liking for Wen Yu.
In fact, even Jiang Yuhe himself didn't know why he fell in love with her so fanatically. Apart from the good feelings he developed from getting along with each other day by day, he always felt that in this relationship, like Wen Yu's understanding of the pair of cufflinks, there was a kind of saying Unclear sense of fate.
It seemed that she was destined to be her own.
"Forget it, forget it, I know you don't like to talk about love." Seeing that Jiang Yuhe didn't make a sound for a long time and didn't force him, Wen Yu comforted herself, "In fact, compared with those superficial confessions, what you just said is cooler , it’s just that women sometimes want to hear some vulgar words.”
Jiang Yuhe thought for a while, "For example?"
"For example?" Speaking of this, Wen Yu became excited. She sat upright, posing like a domineering president, and narrowed her eyes:
"You annoying little goblin, what should I do with you?"
"Woman, you are playing with fire."
"Woman, you have my attention."
"Damn it, how could I fall in love with that woman!"
"Woman, sit up and move by yourself."
Jiang Yuhe:
Hearing the last sentence, he frowned and looked at Wen Yu with an inquiring look.
Wen Yu learned all these coquettish words from You Xin, she was about to overturn her mouth, and she shook her hair in embarrassment, "Didn't you want me to give examples, these are the most basic provocative quotations of the boss, don't worry about it The scene is the taste, have you learned it yet?"
There was a few seconds of silence.
Jiang Yuhe hummed, "I have learned."
Wen Yu blinked and looked at him expectantly, "Then tell me something?"
Jiang Yuhe pressed the button on the central control, and Wen Yu's car door was unlocked suddenly. He looked at her indifferently, "Woman, get out of the car and go by yourself."
?
Wen Yu: "..."
Somebody Wen cursed and got out of the car.
At nine o'clock the next morning, at Beijing International Airport, Wen Yu, Wen Qingyou, and Wen Yi'an embarked on a journey to the United States.
Wen Yu originally thought that Jiang Yuhe would not come over. After all, the two met last night, and she had her brother and father by her side.
But Jiang Yuhe still came.
When he arrived, Wen Yi'an went to the bathroom, only the two siblings were there.
There were many passers-by around, Wen Yu was pleasantly surprised and happy, put on a mask and hat, and threw herself on Jiang Yuhe, "Didn't I tell you not to come?"
Jiang Yuhe gently caught her, although his face was still cold, but his eyes were full of pampering.
He said, "If you want to come, you will come."
In public, Wen Yu hugged Jiang Yuhe tightly, "I will be reluctant to leave when you come."
Jiang Yuhe: "..."
There was inseparable enthusiasm over there, but Wen Qingyou stood alone, looking at this picture with an indescribable feeling.
"Mr. Jiang is here to see Yuyu off?"
Jiang Yuhe was dressed in black, with a clear complexion, and his tone was unexpectedly harmonious: "Not only to send Yuyu off, but also to say goodbye to you."
Wen Qingyou smiled, "That really gave me face, thank you."
"Need not."
After a long pause, Jiang Yuhe calmly said: "She has something to do so she didn't come, let me pass the word on her behalf, best wishes."
Wen Qingyou's eyes froze for less than a second, and he was quickly covered by the surrounding hustle and bustle, "Thank her for me, and wish her well."
Watching a couple's be, Wen Yu's mood is a bit complicated.
Just as he was talking, Wen Yi'an came out of the bathroom.
As soon as he saw Jiang Yuhe, he felt as if he was facing a formidable enemy. He thought he was here to snatch Wen Yu, so he walked over vigilantly, "Why are you here?"
Jiang Yuhe nodded slightly, "I'll come and see Yuyu off, uncle don't need to be so nervous."
Wen Yi'an: "..."
Where am I nervous!
"Then I wish the three of you a safe journey." Jiang Yuhe didn't stay long, turned around and left after speaking.
Wen Yu wanted to chat again, but Wen Yi'an held her back, "Stay away from him."
Wen Yu was speechless, "Why did you take me to America? Wouldn't it be good to take me to a nunnery?"
As he spoke, he pulled Wen Qingyou up and walked to the front.
Wen Yi'an couldn't say no to his daughter, he turned his head while walking up, and looked at Jiang Yuhe's back—
Although young, he is cold and calm, full of an aura that no one dares to invade.
The first time he saw this young man in a restaurant, he knew from Liu Zhengming that he was young and promising, his family was powerful, and his appearance was indeed a talent.
At that time, Wen Yi'an admired him, thinking that this young man was capable.
But now that the point of view suddenly changed to his son-in-law-to-be, Wen Yi'an's point of view was different.
It's completely different from Zhou Yue's politeness—Jiang Yuhe's aura is too strong, and his whole body exudes the desire to control of the superior.
Such a man can cooperate in business, but fall in love
I'm afraid that the baby girl will only be coded.
Look at those marks on the legs that day, how cruel they were.
Wen Yi'an sighed while thinking, and shook his head repeatedly.
After more than ten hours of flight, the plane landed safely at Kennedy International Airport.
Wen Qingyou didn't tell his mother about Wen Yu and Wen Yi'an's arrival, and Wen Yu was always worried on the way, wondering if she would be embarrassed when she met her mother later, if she would be at a loss, if she would look at each other speechlessly.
After all, more than ten years have passed in a flash, things are different, and time can dilute and change everything. The last memory of her mother in Wen Yu's heart is the resolute appearance of her red-eyed holding her brother's hand and leaving in the car.
Wen Yu was afraid that with some feelings, meeting was better than nostalgia.
Half an hour later, the car stopped in front of Wen Qingyou's American home.
In order to make it easier for his mother to raise her body quietly, Wen Qingyou did not buy her house in the bustling downtown Manhattan, but bought a quiet single-family villa in the suburbs.
After getting off the car, Wen Qingyou walked ahead and knocked on the door lightly, "Mom, I'm back."
A gentle voice quickly came from inside, "Here we come."
Wen Yu's heart was pounding with nervousness, and she repeatedly rehearsed what she was going to say and how she was going to smile when the door opened.
She didn't know until the door opened that these preparations were useless.
For a second, there was nothing left in my mind.
Song Zhixin was wearing thick gloves, as if he was baking. He smiled when he saw Wen Qingyou, and was about to speak when he saw two people standing behind his son.
Her expression froze suddenly.
Slowly from a faint smile to an unbelievable astonishment.
Her lips trembled, as if she was afraid that it was her hallucination, she looked again and again, and even pushed Wen Qingyou aside.
She stared at Wen Yu closely.
For a long, long time, tears were welling in his eyes, but he couldn't say a complete sentence.
He couldn't even pronounce Wen Yu's name.
It was only at this moment that Wen Yu realized that there were some people and some things that no matter how long time passed, they would never be unfamiliar.
Standing here, when she saw Song Zhixin for the first time, the emotions that had been suppressed in her heart for more than ten years burst out.
"Mom." She called out the title easily, "It's me."
Wen Yu's sudden arrival made Song Zhixin very pleasantly surprised, and the ordinary daily life was filled with new colors and expectations. She hadn't seen her daughter for more than ten years. During the most difficult time, she thought about her daughter every day. After those years, she never had the courage to go back.
"I saw you walking with your classmates at the gate of No. 6 Middle School. You have grown up and are beautiful, but I dare not go forward." Song Zhixin said his only experience of returning to China, "Mom has been following you from afar that day, Watch you eat, chat, take pictures with your classmates, and go home alone at the end."
"My mother sat outside the door for a long time that day, watching the lights in your room stay on until your father came back in the middle of the night. At that time, my mother was wondering if my Yuyu was afraid of being alone at home."
"If I took you away, would you not be so lonely?"
"You will never want to see my mother again."
The deeper the love, the more timid and cowardly he will become in the face of reality.
Wen Yi'an also told Wen Yu: "Don't blame your mother, I know she stayed with you because she knew going abroad is very hard, she wants you to follow me, at least you don't have to worry about material things."
Wen Qingyou had told Wen Yu about this when he returned to China. In the first few years when they came here, their mother and son had a very difficult life.
Only those who are really in the dark understand how helpless the forced choice is.
Therefore, on this matter, Wen Yu was relieved early on, no longer regretting, no longer complaining.
Because after she returned to this strange home in the United States, she realized that no matter how far or how long they were separated, there was always someone in this world who took her tenderly in his heart.
On the first night, Wen Yu slept on Song Zhixin's bed, and the mother and daughter had long-lost whispers.
Song Zhixin showed Wen Yu his mobile phone, all of which were Wen Yu's photos, from childhood to adulthood, from being able to hug with one's own hands to being able to only look at each other from a distance.
Like Wen Yu, she was looking forward to the reunion, but was afraid of the reunion.
Fortunately, the mother and daughter finally crossed the gap of more than ten years, accepted the imperfect past, and accepted each other in the present.
Lying on the bed at night, Song Zhixin asked Wen Yu:
"I heard from your brother that you have a boyfriend? How is he?"
Thinking of Jiang Yuhe, Wen Yu couldn't restrain the sweetness in her heart.
She smiled: "Okay, he's fine, fine."
"Let mom see what it looks like?"
Wen Yu pursed her lips, at this time in New York, it was morning in China, Jiang Yuhe should get up.
"I'll make a video call to him, Mom, just watch and don't talk."
"good."
Just like that, Wen Yu dialed Jiang Yuhe's video.
It rang for a while, and it was picked up over there.
The man in the camera looked like he had just woken up and was changing clothes. While buttoning his shirt, he asked Wen Yu, "Haven't you slept yet?"
Wen Yu quietly moved the phone towards Song Zhixin, and pretended to be casual, "Going to sleep soon, I want to see you."
Actually it should be—my mother wants to see you.
Jiang Yuhe replied: "Look where."
Wen Yu:
Before he could understand what Jiang Yuhe meant, the man put on his tie calmly, and looked towards the camera in an unclear way, his voice tinged with ambiguous lust.
"Haven't you seen everything there?"
Wen Yu: "..."
! ! ! ! !
Wen Yu's face flushed instantly, and she frantically hung up the video: "Look at your size! Goodbye!"
Song Zhixin on the side smiled, and said softly, "Why did you hang up?"
Wen Yu was so embarrassed that her scalp tingled, she tried her best to explain: "Mom, it's not what you think, he was just joking."
Song Zhixin rubbed Wen Yu's hair, "There's nothing to be embarrassed about, isn't that how young people fall in love."
Wen Yu froze, looked at her, "Mom, don't you feel embarrassed?"
The corners of Song Zhixin's eyes curved softly, "It's a joy for a woman to be loved, what's so embarrassing, mom supports you, this boy is not bad, he is more handsome than your brother, what does he do?"
The embarrassment of Wen Yu's death in Wen Yi'an's Club was completely healed by Song Zhixin, and she finally understood how happy it is to have an enlightened mother.
In the second half of the night, Wen Yu told Song Zhixin the story of herself and Jiang Yuhe, and Song Zhixin said with emotion after listening for a long time:
"Mom wants to thank him for loving you so much."
Wen Yu: "Then I will bring him to see you next time."
Song Zhixin smiled, "Why don't mom go back to China to attend your wedding?"
Wen Yu was slightly startled, then buried her head under the quilt, showing her daughter's shyness to her mother, "What are you talking about, they didn't say they wanted to marry me."
"Then if he wants to marry, will you marry?"
"Me?" Wen Yu poked her head out from under the quilt, she didn't know what she was thinking, and she also blushed and smiled, "We'll see how he behaves."
"How do you want people to behave?"
"At least there must be a romantic proposal first? Mom, you don't know, he is so indifferent, he hasn't even said he likes me until now."
"Really?"
"Really, and, he..."
…
The moonlit night is gentle, soft laughter can be heard from the bedroom from time to time, and the lights are warm and moving.
For the next two days, Wen Yu was jet-lagged all the time. During the day, she accompanied Song Zhixin for a walk and went shopping, and at night she learned how to bake with her at home, as well as some simple delicacies. Life is easy and comfortable.
On the day of Fu Wenqing's 70th birthday, at eleven o'clock in the evening, Wen Yu specially kept the time and called Jiang Yuhe.
"Brother, is your house very lively now?"
At that time Jiang Yuhe had just come out of the study and walked downstairs. Fu Wenqing's 70th birthday, although he didn't make a fuss, but it was extremely grand to invite the chef from the hotel to his home for a buffet banquet.
There were many guests here, all of whom were relatives and friends of the Jiang family who had been friends for many years.
Lively is lively, but no matter how lively it is, without the people he wants to see, it is just an ordinary day for Jiang Yuhe.
Jiang Yuhe replied to Wen Yu: "Why aren't you sleeping?"
Wen Yu said: "Give the phone to grandma, and I will personally wish her a birthday before going to bed."
"..."
Jiang Yuhe came down from upstairs. Today was a family banquet, and the guests were all familiar faces. He greeted them one by one, walked through the crowd to the birthday star Fu Wenqing, and handed her the phone: "Yuyu wants to talk to you."
As soon as Fu Wenqing took it over with a smile, he still didn't forget to say to the person next to him: "This is also my half-granddaughter. She couldn't come because of a business trip. Be good-hey, Yuyu?"
Wen Yu didn't know what to say on the phone, which made Fu Wenqing very happy, laughing intermittently. Jiang Yuhe stood beside the old lady and waited, his eyes kept falling on his mobile phone.
Suddenly, a familiar smell passed from the tip of his nose.
Soon, very briefly, it disappeared again.
It seems that the wind has accidentally blown here and then carried it away.
Jiang Yuhe was startled, as if some kind of nerve had been touched, subconsciously raised his eyes and looked out.
However, there are obviously many figures standing together in front of him, nothing special.
But Jiang Yuhe was instantly awakened by that smell.
It's that rosewood scent...
It was a taste that had lingered in his heart for a long time, and he had been infatuated with it for a long time.
It is as hazy as gauze, invisible, intangible, but obsessively addicted to it.
How could it appear at home
"Yuhe?"
"Yuhe?"
Fu Wenqing yelled several times before Jiang Yuhe came back to his senses, "What?"
Fu Wenqing handed him the phone, "Xiaoyu is looking for you."
Jiang Yuhe settled down, took the phone in his hand, "Hello."
Wen Yu was deliberately coquettish on the other side, "What are you doing, grandma asked you for a long time before agreeing."
"It's nothing." Hearing Wen Yu's voice, Jiang Yuhe's thoughts were completely mobilized.
To this day, perhaps that smell can still attract his attention, but the difference is—
No more troubles.
Now the person who can make my heart flutter at any time is on the other side of the phone.
Jiang Yuhe glanced at the time, and told Wen Yu: "It's almost eleven o'clock at night, why don't you go to sleep?"
"You kiss me before I go to sleep."
"..." Jiang Yuhe lowered his voice: "There are many people around me."
Wen Yubuyi: "Then you go to a place where there are not many people."
"..."
Reluctantly, Jiang Yuhe passed through the crowds in the living room, walked outside the door, found a quiet place in the garden, and kissed Wen Yu lightly.
"Can I go to bed now?"
Wen Yu couldn't help laughing on the phone, "Brother is so sweet."
Jiang Yuhe was so teased that he pulled his lips, "How sweet."
Wen Yu thought for a few seconds, "If you were in front of me now, I would hold the sweetness that you bite hard!"
Jiang Yuhe: "..."
Just as she was talking, the door was opened, and Aunt Twelfth walked out, "Master, the old lady asked you to come in and say a few words on her behalf."
"good."
Wen Yu also heard Aunt Twelfth's words, and said to Jiang Yuhe on the phone: "Go and do your work, I'm hanging up."
Jiang Yuhe hummed, hung up the phone, and then passed Aunt Twelve: "Let's go."
"okay!"
Jiang Yuhe walked in front, and Aunt Twelfth followed him respectfully. The moment they passed by, Jiang Yuhe faintly felt something was wrong.
He slowed down, paused, and suddenly turned around to look at Aunt Twelve.
Aunt Twelfth was embarrassed by him, thinking that the dress she was wearing was a little out of place, and explained: "Master, don't look at me like that, Xiaoyu dressed me up."
Jiang Yuhe didn't speak, but approached slowly.
Until, I could smell her body clearly.
Jiang Yuhe couldn't believe it, but he had to admit that the fragrance did come from her body.
He stared blankly at the housekeeper who had lived with him for more than ten years, and for a few seconds he even thought absurdly—could it be her
No, it's impossible.
No way.
Jiang Yuhe quickly regained consciousness, frowning and asked her: "Did you wear perfume?"
Aunt Twelve felt embarrassed again, "Yes."
"You bought it yourself?"
"Dang, of course not." Aunt Twelfth blushed: "It was given to me by Xiaoyu, have you forgotten that she gave me a bottle of perfume when she left before, and I asked you if you want it? Say no."
"..."
After stagnating for a long time, Jiang Yuhe's consciousness seemed to fall from a kind of illusory white light, and he asked slowly, incredulously—
"Tell me, who gave you the perfume?"
Aunt Twelve repeated it again, her voice was very clear: "Yuyu!"
"..."
Jiang Yuhe's world seemed to be frozen at this moment.
The picture fell silent, the crowd stopped talking, and all sounds became distant.
He stood there in a daze, his thoughts seemed to have entered a certain black hole, and he sank into it, only to react to something like waking up from a dream.
The woman he loves is from Jiangcheng.
Jiang Yuhe didn't say anything, turned around and went back to the study on the second floor.
He was eager to prove his guess, although all these coincidences were unbelievable, but when the familiar fragrance came again, Jiang Yuhe would rather believe that it was an instruction from heaven.
He went into the study, turned on the computer, and found the video of the Jiangcheng concert that Liu Tuan had sent him earlier.
Quickly press play.
The picture quality was very good, Jiangcheng was warm and windy that night, and the night was blurred and moving under the lights and music.
Soon, Jiang Yuhe saw himself entering the arena, saw many flashing lights, saw Li Man, saw Director Chen, and saw many familiar faces.
I don't know how long it has passed,
In fact, not very long.
Just a few minutes.
But Jiang Yuhe felt that this was the longest road he had traveled.
In the video, a woman in a black velvet skirt holds a wine glass in her hand, her long curly hair is slanted to one side, and she approaches him with a coquettish smile.
The wind was very quiet that night, and the night was very gentle.
Only she was so shockingly beautiful that she dimmed everything around her.
… Oh it's you.