The car stopped in front of the Mo family's house. The Mo family still maintained a multi-storey independent villa modeled after foreign architectural styles before the liberation. The building was milky white, and the gate had six small Ionic columns and was extremely exquisitely decorated.
Looking at the familiar building in front of her, Wen Xinya's nose suddenly felt sore.
The Mo family is a family of scholars with a deeper foundation than the Wen family. It has been passed down since the Qing Dynasty. During the Anti-Japanese War, the Mo family served as the president of the National University of Beijing and was committed to the educational concept of national self-reliance, which suffered a devastating blow. The Mo family became small, and by the time of my grandfather's generation, only my grandfather's line was left. My grandmother, like my mother, died of dystocia. My grandfather had a daughter in middle age, and because of his deep feelings for my grandmother, he never remarried.
Although the Mo family has declined, no one dares to underestimate them. Not to mention the Mo family's heritage, my grandfather's status as a leading figure in the literary world cannot be underestimated by anyone.
Not long after she returned to the Wen family, her grandfather took her to live in the Mo family for a while. The white-haired old man saw her naughty and vulgar appearance and began to teach her strictly in music, chess, calligraphy and painting. At that time, she had just returned to the Wen family and thought that she was really the eldest daughter of the Wen family. She was arrogant and irritable, and could not stand such strictness, so she secretly ran back from the Mo family. Later, because of Ning Shuqian's instigation, her relationship with her grandfather became distant.
Later, grandpa came to the Wen family to see her several times, and finally died of a myocardial infarction at home and no one knew about it for three days. It was not until his students who could not contact him ran to the Mo family and found him.
Thinking of her unfilial behavior in her previous life, Wen Xinya's heart was filled with regret. In this life, she must stay by her grandfather's side and make sure he lives a long and healthy life.
"Xinya, Xinya..."
Wen Xinya forced the tears back into her eyes: "Grandpa!"
Seeing her gloomy mood and thinking about what happened this morning, Mr. Wen felt a sense of guilt and pity for her. "We are already here. What are you thinking about? I called you for a long time but you didn't respond."
"Nothing, I just feel sad when I look at the building in front of me that seems to have experienced many vicissitudes." Yes! After many vicissitudes, this small building carries a rich history, the glory and disgrace of the Mo family, and the miserable and lonely life of my grandfather.
Old Master Wen sighed, "This small building was built during the war. From the war to the Anti-Japanese War, to the Civil War between the Kuomintang and the Communist Party, it has been almost ninety years now. I don't know how many times it has been renovated. Over the years, your grandfather was reluctant to move, so he has been living here."
The driver, Lao Tao, opened the door for Grandpa Wen, and Wen Xinya stepped forward and half-helped grandpa get out of the car.
The black iron gate is covered with red, white, peach and pink roses, brilliant and gorgeous. The rich fragrance permeates the surrounding air, intoxicating the scent with every breath.
At this time, an old man in his fifties and an old man with white hair but vigorous spirit walked out together.
Wen Xinya recognized them immediately. The old man in his fifties was Zhang Bo, the steward of the Mo family, and the old man with a head full of white hair was her grandfather Mo Xianqi.
Uncle Zhang hurried over to open the iron gate, and looked at Wen Xinya standing quietly in front of him, his eyes moistened: "Really, really like..."
As if he sensed his own misconduct, he quickly opened the iron gate: "Mr. Wen, young lady, come in quickly!"
Wen Xinya nodded gratefully to Uncle Zhang, then supported her grandfather into the courtyard. When she looked up, she was met with her grandfather's gaze. Her grandfather's indifferent eyes were full of complexity when he looked at her, which made her a little at a loss.
Old Master Wen laughed and said, "Old Mo, I haven't seen you for so long. You are still the same, as strong as ever."
My grandfather and my maternal grandfather were close friends when they were young, otherwise my maternal grandfather would not have married my mother to the Wen family. After my mother passed away, the relationship between the Mo family and the Wen family became distant.
"TOEFL!" Old Master Mo stood there quietly, his figure as slender and straight as a pine or cypress, proud and majestic, dignified and with a spirit of would rather break than bend.
These two simple words made Old Man Wen feel guilty. He pulled Wen Xinya over awkwardly and said, "This is Xinya, my granddaughter, your granddaughter-in-law. I brought her here specially to see you."
"She looks exactly like Yao'er, and has the same temperament as him." Grandpa Mo looked at her standing in front of the iron gate covered with gorgeous roses. She was wearing a green peach blossom dress and green jade accessories, standing there quietly. Both her temperament and appearance were very much like Yao'er. Grandpa Mo recognized her as his granddaughter at first sight, for no reason. Perhaps it was the bond between blood.
Those words, full of certainty and complexity, instantly made Wen Xinya's bewildered mood disappear: "Grandpa!"
"Good! Good! Good!" He said three good words in a row with unspeakable excitement. He reached out his trembling hand and touched her hair, his emotions somewhat out of control.
Wen Xinya's eyes were wet again.
Seeing how he treated Xinya, Mr. Wen had an emotional look on his face. After all, it was the bond of blood ties.
When Ruya first came to see Mr. Mo, Mr. Mo didn't like her very much. No matter how Ruya tried to please him, he always looked indifferent, and eventually their relationship faded.
Mr. Mo tilted his head and looked at Uncle Zhang: "Old Zhang, send someone to deliver the young lady's things to her room and take her downstairs to rest."
"Grandpa, Grandpa! You guys chat first, I'll go downstairs to pack up my things." She was not allowed to interfere in the affairs between the older generation, so Wen Xinya obediently followed Uncle Zhang into the house.
Uncle Zhang was observing the young lady he had just found all the way. He found that she was not as rude as the rumors said outside. Instead, she had an elegant temperament, just like the young lady. He was observing the environment in the house all the way, which was a manifestation of caution and respect.
Uncle Zhang couldn't help but think of Xia Ruya, who was noble and elegant, and well-rounded. When he first came to the Mo family, he found that she was not at all like the young lady. Looking at the furnishings of the Mo family, her eyes flashed with excitement and burning greed. The old man was very disappointed.
I didn't expect that she was actually an impostor. Fortunately, the old man was wise and was not fooled by the impostor.
Uncle Zhang looked at the young lady who had just been found by the Wen family. The Wen family had conducted a DNA comparison and this was the young lady's real child. After all, they were children of the Mo and Wen families, so their temperaments were different. "Young lady, the master asked me to clean up the room where the young lady used to live for you. It's in front."
Wen Xinya took a look and saw a tree with white flowers blooming on its branches, swaying gracefully in the wind, with petals falling like snow, swaying and dancing in a gorgeous and enchanting manner.
White can be so enchanting!