Wen Qiao hugged her mother and said, "I feel so happy. From now on, my mother will have someone to love her."
"Silly child, don't cry."
"Who's crying? I'm not crying."
Another person who burst into tears was Aunt Xiaojun, who was also my mother’s best friend and a kind person who gave them a house to live in when they were in the most difficult time.
Since Su Yun is getting married, she will naturally come back from abroad.
Aunt Xiaojun came from a wealthy family. She was sent to Country M by her company, where she met her husband and then stayed in New York.
She is also in her early forties, but she is well-maintained, with short hair that reaches her ears, a neat and sassy look, fair skin, and a Western look.
Only after the guests left did she have time to chat with them in private.
She held Wen Qiao's hand and said, "Auntie has been busy these years and has no time to come back to see you. Qiao Qiao is getting more and more beautiful. Do you have a boyfriend? Auntie has a nephew who is tall and handsome. What do you think? Do you want to consider it?"
Su Yun smiled and held her hand: "Qiao Qiao is so capable, she already has a boyfriend."
Aunt Xiaojun was annoyed: "Oh, that's right, Qiao Qiao is so beautiful, she must have no shortage of suitors."
Wen Qiao smiled and said, "Then you guys talk, I won't disturb you, but please speak faster and don't keep Uncle Ji waiting too long."
Su Yun pretended to be angry: "You kid."
Wen Qiao rushed out quickly.
Wen Qiao and his two younger brothers stood in the yard, outside the windowsill, and could vaguely hear their mother and Aunt Xiaojun crying.
Talking about the past, talking about those sad and dark years, who can not be moved? Who can not cry
When dusk fell, Aunt Xiaojun and her siblings sent their mother to Uncle Ji's house.
It’s only four houses away, within easy reach.
Uncle Ji smiled and said to Aunt Xiaojun: "Thank you for lending them the house, otherwise I wouldn't have met Su Yun."
Aunt Xiaojun confirmed and said solemnly: "You must treat her well, otherwise I won't let you go."
Wen Qiao thought of her daughter Youyou. She and her mother were lucky to have met the best friend in the world.
Ji Mingyuan was also very serious: "I will."
Wen Qiao escorted Aunt Xiaojun to the car again, and then handed her a bank card: "Aunt Xiaojun, I made some money. When we bought this house, you can keep these first, and I will transfer the subsequent money to you."
Aunt Xiaojun rubbed her head and said, "Little girl, you think you are so great just because you made a little money, right? Do you think I need your money?"
Wen Qiao said stubbornly: "I know you have money, but..."
Aunt Xiaojun hugged her and said, "Silly child, I don't want your money. Just think of it as a wedding gift for your mother, okay? Our Qiaoqiao has worked the hardest these years. I know that your mother is sometimes a little weak. It is you who supports this family and protects your brother. What I can do is very insignificant. Just accept this house, okay?"
Wen Qiao's eyes were slightly moist. It was worth it to exchange a scumbag father for such a kind and sincere person.
"Thank you, Aunt Xiaojun."
Aunt Xiaojun hugged Wen Qiao and said, "Auntie and your uncle have discussed it and may transfer their work back to Haicheng in a while. Then we can meet more often."
After watching Aunt Xiaojun leave, Wen Qiao went to Uncle Ji's house with Wen Chi and Wen Mo, and told Uncle Ji that they would come over often to eat in the future. Uncle Ji said he was worried that they would not come.
Coming out of Uncle Ji’s house, I walked towards my home along the long alley full of memories.
(End of this chapter)