"Little girl, you'd better be nice to grandpa!" The old man grabbed Ye Xingtong who was about to take a step forward, his hands trembling with excitement: "Grandpa has a granddaughter like you because he has accumulated blessings over his lifetime. It’s coming!”
Ye Xingtong couldn't bear to push him away, and shouted: "Grandpa, don't worry, if he dares to hit you again, just tell me and I will help you vent your anger. At worst, I will sue him to the government. Look, How dare he be arrogant?"
Wu Ye raised his hand to pour a glass of water, covered his sleeves and took a sip. His eyes turned outward, his face as calm as water, but the slightly twitching corners of his mouth showed that his heart was not as calm as it seemed.
Ye Xingtong turned his head and looked at the fragrant wine, exquisite snacks, and tea that was placed on the round table. He flicked his sleeves and sat down. He took another look at Wu Ye and understood everything.
Secretly, he pinched Wu Ye's waist hard. This guy knew that her grandfather had been pretending to watch the show, but he still didn't tell him.
Wu Ye was in pain, brushed her hand away, and glared at Ye Xingtong, who gave him a deserved look in return.
With a smile, he took his hand away from the old man, picked up a piece of pastry, put it into his mouth, and said casually: "Grandpa, the pastries here are so delicious! Didn't uncle abuse you? How could he give you such delicious food? What's the food? It's soft and sweet, and it's not bad compared to the snacks in the palace."
The old man chuckled a few times and his eyes flickered a few times: "I bought this with my savings, not that kid's."
Still pretending, Ye Xingtong despised the old man in his heart.
You are already old, don't you think the world is not chaotic enough
He raised his hand to pour a glass of wine that exuded a strong aroma, and took a gentle sip: "This wine is not bad, grandpa. This wine is the best bamboo leaf green, and it is also very expensive. Grandpa's few savings can ?"
The old man was a tough talker, and he resolutely pretended to the end: "Yeah, well, that's all the old man's savings. When he knew that the little girl was coming, he used all his savings to buy good wine and snacks. Little girl, look at grandpa How good it is for you!"
"Yes, grandpa, you really applaud Xingtong!" Ye Xingtong nodded in agreement.
"But, grandpa, what do you think this is?"
Ye Xingtong raised a bulging money bag, twirled it in his hand, and spoke slowly.
"That's my money bag, why did it end up in your hand?"
The old man grabbed it and snatched it away.
"Grandpa, are you still going to pretend?" Ye Xingtong held his forehead and sighed.
The old man packed the money bag, smiled coquettishly, and poured a cup of tea for Ye Xingtong himself: "Hey, little girl, isn't grandpa testing how much you will do to grandpa? You really didn't let grandpa down. Warm."
"My uncle is good to you. He has never treated you badly or abused you!"
"He dares!" the old man snorted: "He is not that capable yet. I have inherited such a large family fortune for him and married him a good wife. If he dares to repay kindness with hatred, I will beat him to death with a broom."
"Grandpa, you're so awesome. It seems like I'm not needed here anymore, so I'd better go!" Ye Xingtong sighed and stood up, as if he was about to leave.
"Hey, little girl, it's grandpa's fault. Sit down quickly, grandpa won't make fun of you anymore." The old man pulled Ye Xingtong to sit down again.
He regained his composure, held his heart and sighed: "Over the years, although your uncle has never abused me and given me good food and drink, and has never lacked me for anything, grandpa will always think of your mother. You Since my mother left, she wrote a letter to my grandfather. There has been no news since she left, and I don’t know where she went. My grandfather once asked the government to find someone, but he couldn’t find her for several years until she appeared. With this letter, I learned that your mother is still alive."
The old man took out a crumpled, yellowed rice paper from his arms and spread it on the table.
The writing on it has become blurry and wrinkled, almost like protruding stones.
Ye Xingtong raised his eyes and looked up, with light flowing in his eyes: "Yes, this is... my mother's handwriting, it belongs to my mother."
The content of this letter mainly says: After I left home, I am no longer a member of the Wei family. My daughter now lives a happy and happy life. She has a good husband who loves her and a pair of twin children. The daughter is called Xingtong is the elder sister, and her son is called Xingyu. The daughter is content with her life. The father no longer has to worry about his daughter. The daughter will always think of her father. I hope the father will not take care of his health for the sake of his unfilial daughter...
"I have kept this letter for sixteen years. I take it out and read it and touch it every day. Only in this way can I feel your mother's presence."
"Xingtong, if it weren't for Miss Qin's help here, grandpa wouldn't have known that you were coming to see grandpa. Where is your mother, and where is your brother Xingyu?" The old man raised his head and asked, with a look of earnestness in his eyes.
Ye Xingtong's eyes were sour and tears were about to flow out: "Mother, mother is always at home. It's okay, it's okay, Xingyu will come to see you soon."
Grandpa cherished his mother's letters so much, so why did he drive his mother out of the house, remove her from the clan, and make her never come back again
The old man wiped his tears and nodded vigorously: "If they are good, I will be fine. Your mother has been smart and clever since she was a child. She is much better than your uncle. She can compose poems and couplets when she is less than ten years old. She is familiar with it. Memorizing "The Analects of Confucius", "Tao Te Ching", "The Book of Songs" and other books is deeply appreciated by the family elders. On the contrary, your uncle has been extremely stupid since he was a child. He can't remember a poem for a long time... "
The old man kept nagging until the sun set and the sky was filled with red clouds.
The bitter tears at that glance made Ye Xingtong want to cry.
This is my mother's childhood. My mother has been extraordinary since she was a child. No wonder she is so powerful when she grows up.
After dinner was served, two maids came and invited the three of them to eat.
The whole family was sitting together, the old man, her uncle, the uncle's house-filling wife, the uncle's two daughters, followed by Qin Qiqin, her, and Wu Ye.
After dinner, the old man personally led Ye Xingtong and Wu Ye to the courtyard where they were staying.
Looking at the three powerful characters "Hongxiang Pavilion" illuminated by the red lantern, Ye Xingtong's eyes were slightly moist. This was the queen's font, written by the queen herself. She had seen the characters written by the queen, and saw It looks more like it was written by a man, with strong pen power, delicate brushwork, changeable structure, and lofty realm. However, at this time, the words written by the Queen Mother seemed a little childish.
The old man looked at the courtyard full of maple leaves and seemed to be deep in thought: "This is the place where your mother lives, Hongxiang Pavilion. The name was written by her herself. As the name suggests, it is the flowers planted in it." They are all maple trees. Your mother loves maple leaves very much. She once said that she wanted to be the most prosperous maple leaf and fly freely in the sky without any shackles. She is different from other women. Since she was a child, she She is extremely smart, has a photographic memory, is extremely talented, and is clever and agile. She can learn anything at once. Your grandpa raised her like a boy... "
Do you want to be the hottest maple leaf? But do you know, Queen Mother? Although the maple leaves are beautiful, they will eventually fall to the ground.
No matter how high you fly, the pain will be more when it lands on the ground. It will inevitably fall to the ground. It belongs to the earth after all. The longer you stay in the air, the more desperate you will be when you face the landing.
You must have made a big decision and sacrifice when you married your father. You are such a special woman, worthy of my father's lifelong love for you. But you are still wrong. After you left, your father made another decision. After marrying another woman, where will he put you? But it is worthy of your infatuation for him and your decisive sacrifice...
"Okay, let's not talk about it anymore. It will seem hurtful to say it again. This is the courtyard where your mother lives. You can live here from now on."
The old man patted Wu Ye on the shoulder. He really liked it more and more the more he looked at it: "Good boy, Xing Tong will teach you from now on. I hope you won't disappoint me, old man."
Wu Ye was puzzled by what Mr. Wei said to him, and frowned: "I am by her side just to protect her. I will not let anyone hurt her even a hair."
After hearing Wu Ye's assurance, Mr. Wei's eyebrows and beard were raised with joy: "Okay, that's great. Grandpa, I'm old. From now on, it will be your young world. You guys should have a good rest. Grandpa will leave first!"
"Grandpa, don't you want us to live together?" Ye Xingtong felt that something was wrong with what the old man said at first, and after hearing the unclear words he and Wu Ye said, she finally remembered what was wrong.
Grandpa said "you" and handed her over to Wu Ye. Oh my god, it was a mess.
Grandpa must have thought that she and Wu Ye had eloped.
But the fact is, they are not like that at all!
"Grandpa, I will live here, and you can find a place for Wu Ye."
"That won't work. Our Wei family is poor and we don't have other courtyards. Anyway, there are more houses here. People clean them every day and they are relatively clean." The old man yawned and patted his mouth: "I have spent so much time with you. It’s been a while, I’m already sleepy, you guys should go to bed early, grandpa is gone!”
At night, it was so quiet that even the sounds of insects could be heard clearly. Occasionally, the wind blew gently, blowing up the clothes of the two of them, flying in the breeze, and occasionally a few insect chirps were mixed in.
Ye Xingtong touched his head, pursed his lips, and said with some embarrassment: "Don't mind what my grandpa said, he probably has this temper."
Wu Ye was puzzled. A trace of confusion flashed in his dark eyes under his long eyelashes: "Why should I mind? He didn't say anything bad."
"..." Ye Xingtong.
It turned out that this guy didn't know the meaning of her grandfather's words at all, which made her worry in vain.
This puts her at ease.
Haha: "It's okay if you don't mind. I'm afraid my grandpa doesn't understand you. He's old. If he does something wrong that offends you, please don't worry too much."
(End of chapter)