Eventually, he did the craziest thing. He picked up Wang Luyao. I don't know if it's because he hates Chi Zheng, or because he really loves Wang Luyao so much. At that time, it was less than a year before the anniversary of her death. There is no ceremony, just a simple dinner for the whole family.
Wang Luyao said: "Hongyi, I am satisfied."
Wang Luyao's smile suddenly reminded him of the way Chi Zheng smiled and curled her eyebrows and called him "Ayi" softly.
Naturally, his father-in-law did not appear at the dinner table. His father had passed away, and his mother, Youyan's grandma, the lady who had been gentle all her life, threw down the bowls and chopsticks and left the table without saying a word. That was the only time she ever lost her temper.
Her brother-in-law sighed slightly and patted him on the shoulder.
He looked at his daughter, he just wanted to see her. Youyan hid in the arms of her cousin Chi Pu, who was not much older than her. She looked at him with wide eyes and pursed her lips tightly.
He reached out and wanted to take his daughter into his arms, but Youyan only went into Chi Pu's arms.
She didn't seem to understand what death was, but she knew that her mother was not coming back, and that a woman would live with them instead of her mother.
"Pig baby." He said harshly, reaching out to hug her again.
Youyan whispered: "Dad, I don't like you calling me that."
His hands were frozen in the air, and he was worried. Would his daughter no longer want to be his baby
After a long time, he asked softly: "Do you hate Dad and Aunt Wang?"
Youyan shook her head quickly and cried: "Mom has said before that one day, she will come. Don't hate her when she comes."
His daughter's words were a little vague, but he understood clearly. He was shocked and watched his daughter running out of the hall with red eyes.
That night, his and Wang Luyao's long-delayed wedding night, he did not touch her. At that time, they were still very young.
Wang Luyao whispered: "Hongyi, I'll wait. I've been waiting for you for so long, and I can keep waiting."
He suddenly wanted to refute her, "Can't you wait to get married?"
Or maybe, he should hold her in his arms and whisper tenderly. After all, this is his first love, his obsession. But all he could see was Chi Zheng smiling at him.
He never touched her until the first anniversary of Chi Zheng's death.
If that man had not appeared on the day of Chi Zheng's death, he thought, he would slowly accept Wang Luyao. However, there is no if. People and things in the world are just God's chessboard. When it comes to that step, there won't be any mistakes.
It was a twilight morning, and a small mourning hall was set up at home for relatives and friends to come and pay their respects.
Most of the people who came were his relatives and friends. His father-in-law didn't come over, and the old man hated him. Brother-in-law and Chi Pu also came. There are also a few painters who are not close friends of Chi Zheng, but simply like the painter.
He suddenly realized that his wife had very few friends. The focus of her life, before marrying him, was in that simple little house. After marrying him, it was him, their daughter. The hatred in his heart suddenly decreased a bit, like the colorful colors on the canvas that faded after drying.
Wang Luyao squeezed his palm and went over to hang Chi Zheng's portrait in the center of the white curtain of the mourning hall.
The atmosphere was so silent that it made people panic. His sad and sharp eyes searched everywhere. Youyan didn't know where he went to play.
Youyan's grandma, an old man with gray hair on her temples, quietly walked out of the inner hall.
The ceremony is ready to begin.
A short figure quickly passed through the crowd. She was holding something in her arms and weaving among the many silent figures. She tilted her head and frowned, as if she was looking for something.
"Yan, don't be rude! Come to daddy, today is your mother's death anniversary." He scolded his daughter who suddenly barged in.
Youyan glanced at him quietly, and finally stopped in front of Chi Pu's father. The equally handsome and gentle man touched her head lovingly.
"Uncle, please hold me." She raised her little head and begged.
The man smiled lovingly and picked her up.
"go there."
The little hand pointed straight to the center of the mourning hall, surprising everyone.
He was furious in his heart and couldn't help shouting: "Zhu Bao, what are you talking about!"
He came over annoyed. The brother-in-law shook his head slightly and did not hand his daughter back to him. He smiled bitterly. Perhaps, this man had never approved of his approach of taking Wang Luyao home.
To everyone's surprise, the brother-in-law carried Youyan directly to the center of the mourning hall. Some people gasped, this is not a joke!
In her uncle's arms, Youyan stared at her mother's portrait and reached out to take it down. She was young and stature, so she was originally out of reach.
The portrait fell on the altar table, and the soft sound made Wang Luyao change her face slightly. It was hung by her own hands.
He thought that he should put his arms around the woman next to him to prevent her from being so embarrassed.
Hand, but still unable to move even half a minute. In the portrait of Chi Zheng lying on the altar table, her eyes were looking at him lightly.
At this time, his eyes suddenly touched the tears in his mother's eyes, and the sudden sounds from all around, which were mixed with countless exclamations.
He looked over and was instantly shocked.