As the invitations to Wen Xinya's coming-of-age ceremony party were sent out, the preparations for her coming-of-age ceremony were only just beginning to be revealed. However, this tiny tip of the iceberg alone had already caused a sensation in the capital.
This was the first time in the capital that a coming-of-age ceremony banquet was organized according to the same principles as a coming-of-age ceremony. It was held at Shande Manor, which shocked everyone.
It was in this atmosphere of great attention that Wen Xinya held her coming-of-age ceremony.
Old Master Mo sat quietly in the study, looking at the cluster of climbing roses in the flowerbed outside the window. The beautiful vines climbed along the window lattice, but in March, red roses were faintly visible among the green branches. This spring was warmer, and he expected that the roses would bloom a month earlier and would bloom in clusters on the branches in April.
In the blink of an eye, Xinya is already eighteen years old, and Yunyao has been dead for eighteen years.
The scenes of Yun Yao sitting under the tree playing the piano, reading and memorizing, playing chess and painting are still vivid in my mind, as if it happened just yesterday.
Today, Xinya has grown into a beautiful young lady. Fifteen years of life have not worn away her strong body. The transition from hell to heaven has not changed her original intention. She has her own opinions on everything. She neither follows the crowd nor is she arrogant and aloof. She is like a rock in the turbulent water. No matter how strong the wind and rain are, or how fast the turbulent water is, I have my own ideas.
Xinya is more outstanding than Yunyao.
"Knock knock knock..." There was a steady knock on the door.
"Come in! The door is not locked." Old Master Mo pressed his forehead and shook off his hazy thoughts.
The door was pushed open, and Wen Xinya slowly walked into the study: "Grandpa, are you looking for me?"
Today is her eighteenth birthday. Her grandfather called her early in the morning. It was rare for her grandfather to call her in such a serious manner, so Wen Xinya's attitude involuntarily became serious.
Grandpa Mo looked at Wen Xinya with relief, tears flashing in his eyes: "Xinya, eighteen years ago today, before Grandpa even had the chance to see you, he got the news that you were missing. This has become the biggest regret of Grandpa's life."
When Yun Yao gave birth prematurely, he was out of town attending a literary exchange meeting. When he received a call from the Wen family and rushed back, Yun Yao had passed away and the child was nowhere to be found. He felt as if the sky was falling and the earth was collapsing.
"Grandpa, let's not talk about the past. Am I not standing in front of you now, fine?" Wen Xinya stepped forward and took her grandfather's arm. In this world, her grandfather was the only one who treated her the best, without any utilitarianism, calculation, or exploitation. He also taught her carefully, gave her earnest instructions, and was tolerant in every way. Her heart was filled with admiration and affection for him, which was what she had been seeking in her previous life.
Mr. Mo's eyes were a little moist, and he gently touched her head and said, "Yes, it's all in the past. Eighteen years have passed in the blink of an eye. Now you have grown up, and your mother can rest in peace."
My daughter has grown up. This feeling of sadness and relief is not the first time he has experienced it, but this time it is even more profound, because... this family relationship is hard-earned.
Speaking of her mother, Wen Xinya felt sad. She gently rubbed her grandfather's arm and said, "Grandpa, no matter how old I am, I will always be your granddaughter who acts like a spoiled brat in front of you."
Mr. Mo touched his head with a feeling of sadness and pride: "Regarding the arrangements for today's coming-of-age ceremony, how are the preparations going?"
Wen Xinya smiled and acted coquettishly to her grandfather: "Si Yiyan rushed over early in the morning, I don't think there will be any problems."
When talking about Si Yiyan, Mr. Mo felt unhappy: "Humph! That brat Si Jiu got away with it."
His granddaughter, whom he personally taught, had grown up to be so graceful, elegant, and beautiful, but he didn't expect that the brat Si Yiyan had such a sharp eye and had kidnapped her early in the morning. Whenever he thought about the other meaning of the coming-of-age ceremony, he felt as if his precious baby had been snatched away by someone else.
Wen Xinya felt a little embarrassed. She had seen how her grandfather had been disliking Si Yiyan in the past two years. She also admired Si Yiyan for his tireless and unyielding visits to the Mo family, either to play chess with her grandfather or to chat with him. He generously gave her grandfather good things, including ancient paintings, rare books, antiques, jades... too many to count.
"No wonder people say that girls should not be kept when they grow up!" Looking at his granddaughter's embarrassed expression, Grandpa Mo became even more unhappy. She was abducted so easily. Not to mention resisting, she didn't even have the dignity to keep herself.
Wen Xinya's face flushed, and she shyly pulled her grandfather's arm: "Grandpa, please stop making fun of me."
"Okay, I won't tease you anymore. Grandpa told you to think it over carefully because you were young at the time and he hoped you would be cautious. But now more than two years have passed and you have become an adult, but you still don't change your original intention. And Si Jiu treats you well, so grandpa has nothing to say." Grandpa was just talking. In the past two years, he has seen clearly that Si Jiu treats Xinya sincerely well. He considers her everywhere and thinks of her in everything. Even he can't find any fault with him.
Wen Xinya's eyes became slightly moist, and her voice was a little choked: "Grandpa, I know you are doing this for my own good."
Grandpa Mo touched her head and gave her a piece of calligraphy on the desk: "This is a gift from grandpa for your coming-of-age ceremony."
Wen Xinya looked at the calligraphy she took from her grandfather. On the snow-white rice paper, there was a big word "Xin" written on it. The ink smudged out a beautiful blooming flower. The brushstrokes were thick, elegant and graceful, soft on the outside and strong on the inside, graceful and elegant.
Most of my grandfather's handwriting is vigorous and clear, with a majestic and majestic style, but rarely is it so gentle: "Thank you, Grandpa!"
Mr. Mo's expression became solemn, and his face was slightly gloomy: "You should remember that fragrance is something that can be smelled from afar. Fragrance shows one's virtue, and one's virtue is enough to show one's fragrance!"
The word "Xin" was taken from his hand, and the above is also his expectation for his granddaughter.
In life, it is easy to achieve success and gain both fame and fortune, but it is particularly difficult to have a good moral character.
Wen Xinya bowed her head and listened respectfully. This was the blessing speech her grandfather gave her at the coming-of-age ceremony: "Millet and rice are not fragrant, only the bright virtue can be fragrant!"
Mr. Mo nodded in satisfaction, and his tone slowed down a bit: "Becoming an adult means that you will face moral constraints and legal responsibilities alone. Your every word and action will be subject to the scrutiny, moral judgment, and scientific test of others. This means that while you have the right to independence, you must also bear your due obligations and responsibilities."
Wen Xinya bowed and said, "I will listen to your teachings, Grandpa."
Old Master Mo bent down and helped her up: "Xinya, I plan to officially transfer the dowry that your mother left for you, as well as some of my properties, to your name today."
“Grandpa…” Wen Xinya was choked with sobs and couldn’t speak. Grandpa was building momentum for her.