At the beginning of the month, kindergartens and schools are on holiday. Gungun goes to Chen Hong's house to play with Mingxi and Xiaojiuer every day. Feiying always says that it's thanks to Mingxi that she wouldn't be too lazy to play with them if it were another child!
"We Mingxi are not just nice to any child!" Chen Hong spat out the melon seed peels, looked at the three children over there carefully before lowering her voice and said, "I heard their class teacher say that there are always young children. The girl gave him a gift, but Mingxi didn't ask for it at all and didn't pay any attention to it."
Yan Hua was stunned for a moment: "No way? This is only the second grade..."
"Don't underestimate elementary school students." Fei Ying laughed, "Xiao Jiu'er is only in the middle class of kindergarten. There are many little boys bringing her delicious food every day."
"Wait a minute..." Yan Hua thought of something and asked, "Have you brought back all the food Xiao Jiu'er?"
Fei Ying shook her head: "I haven't seen her take it, right! Their teacher said she accepted it all."
"I know where to go." Yan Hua rolled her eyes, "She's all gone."
No wonder that kid always had candies in his schoolbag when he came back from school every day. Ever since Yan Hua discovered it, he would immediately roll the bag around every day and confiscate the snacks, otherwise he could eat them all by himself.
"Gun Gun must have been born in the wrong child. If he were a little girl, he would be much more annoying!" Chen Hong laughed, "I think, if you and Lang Ruoxian have another daughter in the future, she might be particularly masculine."
Yan Hua's eyes flashed, and Chen Hong smiled even more happily: "What? You still want to hide it from us?"
"Have you two reconciled?" Fei Ying was the one who didn't know, and sighed, "My brother-in-law is really hopeless. There is no chance of pretending to be a couple with you."
Chen Hong patted her: "Huahua, listen to my sister, chase whoever you like when you are young. Even if there are no good results in the future, you will not regret it when you look back. What's more, Lang Ruoxian is not that kind of person. He is really very good. I love you so much that it hurts you and Gungun to the very core.”
"I know." Yan Hua never doubted Lang Ruoxian, but she was not active enough in feelings.
Fei Ying came up and said, "Are you admitting that you also like him?"
"I admit it." Yan Hua shrugged, "I have admitted it a long time ago."
"My brother-in-law is convinced when he loses to Lang Ruoxian." Fei Ying just said, Chen Hong glared at her, "Don't say it like you are Fei Shan, he won't feel convinced!"
Fei Ying fell on top of Yan Hua, and Yan Hua hugged her and the two of them pushed her. Chen Hong suddenly opened her mobile phone.
"I have something to do with the Qiang flute here."
"Qiang flute?" Fei Ying recalled it and immediately remembered that it was the woman who had a close relationship with Lang Ruoxian.
Yan Hua was also a little surprised: "How did you..."
"It's a coincidence," Chen Hong said, "A friend of mine likes her paintings very much and has bought several pairs. Even if she and Qiang Di are acquainted, we have dinner twice."
There is an oil painting on the phone, a portrait of a character. They all know the person in the painting, it is Lang Ruoxian.
"Is this abstract art?" Fei Ying tilted her head and asked, "Why are there two faces?"
Chen Hong reminded her: "Look carefully at these two faces."
"They're just the same!" Fei Shan looked at them again, "They're all Lang Ruoxian. She really likes Lang Ruoxian, so she painted them all."
The face in the painting is obviously Lang Ruoxian's, but it is just two faces overlapped.
"There is a tear mole on one face." Yan Hua said suddenly, and her expression made it clear that it was true.
Fei Ying let out a sigh, and finally discovered that there was a red droplet-shaped thing under the eye of one face.
"What do you think this is?" she asked Yan Hua.
Yan Hua stared at the phone screen: "Tear nevus. The red mole that grows under the corner of the eye is called a tear nevus. Very few people have this."
"That's strange, why does Lang Ruoxian have a tear mole on his face?" Fei Shan asked, "He doesn't have this thing."
Chen Hong looked at Yan Hua: "Do you know something?"
"I also made a guess." Yan Hua smiled, "But this matter concerns Lang Ruoxian, so it's not convenient for me to say."
Chen Hong nodded: "As long as you know what's going on."
"No? What?" Fei Ying quit, "Both of you know it but I don't? Tell me quickly!"
"I don't know either..." Chen Hong pinched her face, "Didn't you hear Yan Hua say that this is Lang Ruoxian's private matter? It's not our business to worry about it. Why is curiosity so important?"
Fei Ying curled her lips: "Then this Qiang Di likes Lang Ruoxian anyway, otherwise why would he be painting him?"
"Isn't this something I already knew?" Yan Hua stuffed a strawberry into her mouth and said, "Okay, let's talk about the New Year? What are your plans for this year?"
Chen Hong glanced at her and said, "I will stay in G city. If you and Gungun don't go out, we can spend time together!"
"Sister Hong, are you doing this because of Brother Li Yi?" Fei Ying smiled cheekily, "Where have you two reached? Have you promised him?"
"He's so beautiful!" Chen Hong put her hands on her hips, "Where are we now? Just take your time!" Looking at her son who was wiping Xiao Jiuer's mouth not far away, Chen Hong looked proud, "The main thing is that I think he It's really good to Mingxi, that's what's important."
Yan Hua and Fei Ying nodded. They both felt that Li Yi was a good person and was sincere to Ming Xi and Chen Hong.
"We are going to the United States." Fei Ying said, "A relative is getting married."
So Yan Hua made an appointment with Chen Hong to spend the Chinese New Year days together with their families. When Lang Ruoxian came back in the evening, he noticed something was wrong with the way Yan Hua looked at him...
"What's wrong?" He pulled the person into his arms, his eyes so gentle that they could shed tears.
Yanhua didn't hide anything from him. She told him about the Qiang flute painting and finally said, "So your old friend is from the second family. His name seems to be Lang Zeyu, right?"
"..." Lang Ruoxian's expression changed quickly.
First he frowned, then felt helpless, and finally sighed: "Well, Qiang Di is Lang Zeyu's girlfriend. They grew up in an orphanage and were childhood sweethearts."
"So she has feelings for you?" Yan Hua could understand.
If the person you like is no longer there, but there is someone who looks exactly the same, it is easy to mistake this person for the absent one.
"It can't be said to be empathy." Lang Ruoxian denied, "When she looked at me, she was actually looking at another person."
Yan Hua thought for a while: "Wouldn't it be very painful for her?"
Even though he knows that this person is not his lover, he still wants to remember his love through this identical face and live in his memories forever. This is no wonder Qiang Di's attitude towards her is always so strange...
"It's an instinctive reaction." Yan Hua said, "If it weren't for my existence, there would be no one else in your world. And neither would she. In her opinion, you two depend on each other, but suddenly you have someone else."
"I know she can't accept it." Lang Ruoxian kissed the corner of Yanhua's mouth, "But I can't bury my love in it just because she doesn't accept it. She wants to live in her memory."
"She must face reality and get out of her memories." Lang Ruoxian was very decisive. "Otherwise, the only way to go is destruction."
Yanhua's eyes flashed: "Do you want me to help her? Do you want me to be friends with her?"
"No." Lang Ruoxian pressed the little woman's forehead, "This has nothing to do with you. When we meet next time, I will formally introduce you to each other and make it clear to her."
Yan Hua felt that Lang Ruoxian had not completely finished telling the story about the Qiang Di, but since he didn't tell her, he probably didn't want her to know. So Yan Hua didn't ask. When the New Year was just a week away, Lang Qin, who was far away in France, called and said he was coming back to celebrate the New Year.
"Fourth uncle is coming back to see grandpa." Lang Ruoxian told Yanhua.
Yanhua felt that she should also visit the doctor: "Also, Gungun, the old man said a few days ago that he didn't want him to go to the hospital. I don't think he is so squeamish."
"Okay, if you have nothing to do this afternoon, I'll take you there."
Gungun hadn't seen Lang Cha for half a year, and he was so happy that he knew he was going to see his grandpa.
"Why does Grandpa live in the hospital?"
"Is it because you don't eat radishes well that you are sick?"
"Mom, did you bring radishes for great-grandpa?"
"If Grandpa doesn't eat well, I'll scold him!"
“…”
But when they arrived at the hospital and saw Lang Cha lying on the hospital bed, the little guy didn't say a word and pulled the old man's sleeves with tears in his eyes.
"Grandpa is fine!" Lang Cha knew that he was scared, so he touched Gungun's head, "Look, can't he still talk? And if you don't come, grandpa will be discharged from the hospital to see you soon."
Gungun looked at Yanhua, who nodded: "Great grandpa is fine. Didn't Gungun bring a gift to great grandpa?"
"Grandpa, I drew this in kindergarten. Look..."
The old man and the young man were whispering to each other.
"What did the doctor say?" Yan Hua walked to the door and spoke quietly to Lang Ruoxian.
"We still need to rest." Lang Ruoxian asked her, "What do you think about letting grandpa and uncle go to France to live for a while?"
Yan Hua opened her mouth, paused, and then said, "Then the old man must be willing to go."
"I'll go talk to him."
I don’t know what Lang Ruoxian said, but Lang Cha actually agreed. When Yanhua took Gungun to the bathroom, Lang Cha looked at Lang Ruoxian solemnly.
"I need you to do something."
Lang Ruoxian hid the look in his eyes: "Grandpa, please tell me."
In the manor 200 kilometers away from G city, the housekeeper was very excited when he saw Lang Li trembling and being helped downstairs.
"Young Master! You can leave!"
Lang Li seemed to be struggling and smiled at him: "Yes, I found that my legs are stronger this morning, but I still need someone to support me."
"Great! I'll tell the master right away. Maybe the master will be cured as soon as he is happy!"
Returning to the room, his caregiver helped him close the door.
"Sir, according to your plan, the old man has found the descendant of the traditional Chinese medicine doctor and will bring him to G City tomorrow."
The new nurse was one of his own. Lang Li asked with confidence, "How is the contact with foreign hospitals?"
"The doctor has been found, but he has a patient now and will not be able to treat you until after the New Year. We have made arrangements. You can just fly there in March."