Rebirth of the Giants: The Return of the Devil's Daughter

With the issuance of the invitation letter for Wenxinya's coming-of-age ceremony banquet, the preparations for her coming-of-age ceremony have also been covered by the tip of the iceberg, but just this tip of the iceberg has already caused a sensation in the capital.

The coming-of-age ceremony banquet was organized according to Jiji ceremony. This was the first one in Beijing, and it was held in Shande Manor, which shocked everyone's eyes.

Wen Xinya ushered in her coming-of-age ceremony banquet under such an atmosphere of much attention.

Mr. Mo sat quietly in the study, looking at the cluster of vine roses in the flower garden outside the window. The beautiful vines climbed along the window lattice, but red envelopes in twos and threes were faintly exposed among the emerald green branches in March. Warm, he predicted that this year's rose flowering period will be one month earlier, and the branches will be clustered in April.

In a blink of an eye, Xinya is dead, and Yunyao has been dead for 18 years.

Back then, Yunyao sat under the tree, played the piano, plucked the strings, read and memorized books, played chess and drew pictures, as if it happened yesterday.

Now, Xinya has also grown into a slim figure. 15 years of life have not worn away her burning bones, and the transformation of hell and heaven has not changed her original intention. She has her own opinions in everything. Not kitsch, nor high-spirited.Like a rock in the turbulence, let you blow the wind and rain, and the turbulence slows down, I have my own chest.

Xinya is better than Yunyao.

"Knock, click, click..." There was a knock on the door without haste.

"Come in! The door is open." Mr. Mo pressed his forehead, shaking off some trance thoughts.

The door was pushed open, Wen Xinya walked into the study slowly: "Grandpa, are you looking for me?"

Today is her birthday, and my grandfather called her early in the morning. It is rare for my grandfather to call her for such a serious matter, so the warm and elegant attitude can't help but become solemn.

Mr. Mo looked at Wen Xinya in relief, with secretive tears flashing in his eyes: "Xinya, today, years ago, Grandpa got the news of your disappearance before he even had time to take a look at you. sorry."

Back then, Yunyao was born prematurely, and he was attending a literature exchange meeting in other places. When he received a call from Wen's family and hurried back, Yunyao had already gone, and the child had also disappeared. At that time, he felt as if the world had fallen.

"Grandpa, don't mention the past anymore. Am I standing in front of you now?" Wen Xinya stepped forward to hold Grandpa's arm. In this world, only Grandpa treats her best. With half a share of utilitarianism, calculations, and utilization, she also taught herself carefully, taught her earnestly, and tolerated him everywhere. She was full of affection for him in her heart, which was something she couldn't ask for in her previous life.

Mr. Mo's eyes were a little moist, he gently touched his head and said, "Yes, it's all in the past. It has been 18 years in a blink of an eye. Now that you have grown up, your mother can smile at Jiuquan."

It's not the first time he has tasted this sad and gratifying feeling when a girl in my family grows up, but this time it is even more profound, because... this family relationship is hard-won.

Speaking of her mother, Wen Xinya couldn't help feeling sad, she gently rubbed her grandfather's arm: "Grandpa, no matter how old I am, I will always be a granddaughter who acts like a spoiled child in front of you."

Mr. Mo touched his head sadly and proudly: "How are you preparing for the arrangements for today's coming-of-age ceremony?"

Wen Xinya smiled coquettishly at her grandfather: "Si Yiyan rushed over early in the morning, so there probably won't be any problems."

When Si Yiyan was mentioned, Mr. Mo felt uncomfortable in his heart: "Hmph! It's really cheap for that brat Si Jiu."

The granddaughter he taught by himself is so slim, elegant and elegant, but also has a strong character. I didn't expect that brat, Si Yiyan, to have sharp eyes. He abducted people early in the morning. Thinking that Jiji Li has another meaning, I feel as if my precious treasure has been snatched away by others.

Wen Xinya is a little embarrassing. In the past two years, her grandfather has disliked Si Yiyan in all kinds of ways. She has seen it. He also admires Si Yiyan. He ran to Mo's house tirelessly, not to accompany him When grandpa plays chess, he just spends time talking with grandpa, and sends good things to grandpa without hesitation, such as ancient paintings, rare books, ancient books, antiques, jade articles...there are too many to count.

"No wonder people say that women are not allowed to stay in college!" Seeing his granddaughter's embarrassing expression, Mr. Mo became even more upset. He was so easily abducted, let alone stubbornly resisting, just showing no restraint.

Wen Xinya's face flushed red, and she shyly tugged at Grandpa's arm: "Grandpa, don't make fun of me."

"Okay, I won't tease you. Grandpa told you to think again at the time, just because you were young at the time and hoped you would be cautious, but now more than two years have passed, and you have grown up, but you still don't change your original intention, and Si Jiu treats you well, and grandpa has nothing to say." Mr. Mo was just talking, and in the past two years he has also understood that Si Jiu treats Xinya with sincerity and plans for her everywhere. , thoughtful of everything for her, even he couldn't pick anything out.

Wen Xinya's eye sockets became slightly moist, and her voice was a little choked up: "Grandpa, I know you are doing it for my own good."

Mr. Mo patted her head, and gave her a piece of writing on the desk: "This is a coming-of-age gift from Grandpa."

Wen Xinya looked at the words in Grandpa's hand. On the snow-white rice paper, there was a big "Xin" character written on it. The ink was smudged into a blooming and beautiful flower. elegant.

Most of Grandpa's handwriting is strong, clear and handsome, majestic and grand, but it is rare to be so gentle: "Thank you, Grandpa!"

Mr. Mo's expression became serious, and his expression became slightly serious: "You should remember that fragrance—the fragrance is heard from afar, and the fragrance shows its virtue, and its virtue is enough to show its fragrance!"

The word Xin was taken from him, and the above is also his expectation for this granddaughter.

It is easy to live in the world, to make contributions, to gain both fame and wealth, but it is particularly difficult to develop moral character.

Wen Xinya bowed her head and listened respectfully. This was the coming-of-age speech that her grandfather said to her: "Miji is not sweet, only virtue and virtue!"

Mr. Mo nodded in satisfaction, and his tone slowed down a bit: "Adult means that you will face moral constraints and bear legal responsibilities alone, and your words and deeds will be subject to the scrutiny of others, moral judgments and scientific judgments." The test means that while you have independent rights, you must also assume due obligations and responsibilities."

Wen Xinya bowed her body and bowed: "I would like to listen to your teaching, Grandpa."

Mr. Mo bent down and helped her up: "Xinya, I plan to formally transfer the dowry your mother left to you today, as well as some properties under my name, to your name."

"Grandpa..." Wen Xinya was so choked up that she couldn't speak. Grandpa was trying to build momentum for her.