Master Quan, come on, my little wife is excited!

Quan Yu wiped the water off his hands, walked out of the kitchen, and carefully folded the blanket she had just covered on the sofa.

Cui Sanning followed him and watched him clean up.

She tilted her head and smiled: "Do you do the same at home?"

Quan Yu turned his back to her: "No, Aunt Zhang takes care of the house."

"I'll do it when I live alone."

Cui Sanning nodded. It turned out that he had no use at home.

After cleaning up, Quan Yu turned around and met her eyes.

Accepting his gaze, Cui Sanning changed from being relaxed and happy at the beginning to feeling a little at a loss.

After a while, she hesitated and shouted softly just to interrupt the silence and her helpless gaze: "Uncle..."

"looking at what?"

With a helpless sigh, Quan Yu finally spoke up, his eyes still falling on her: "I'm just checking to see if you're feeling better."

"I was wondering... if I left now, would you continue to be sad."

His words made Cui Sanning's heart tremble, and the fingers hanging by his side unconsciously tightened the corners of his pajamas.

Everyone has a different way of protecting and comforting someone. He is originally a quiet person, low-key and introverted. He knows that blurting out comfort will not have much effect. He chooses the way he is good at, which is companionship.

Cui Sanning looked into his deep eyes and began to sink without even knowing it.

The dazzling eyebrows turned into a crescent moon, and the small pear dimples became more obvious as the corners of the mouth rose. Her teeth opened slightly and she said word for word: "I will be sad, but only a little."

"Tomorrow morning, when the sun rises, I won't be sad anymore."

She allowed herself to be decadent and sad for a short time, but she didn't allow herself to be stuck in the quagmire for a long time.

Her life will stay or move forward because of love, but will not stop because of hate and hurt.

And she is already luckier than most people. She was only let down by one person or one thing. In addition, she was treated sincerely by many people.

In this world, too many people have been let down and hurt countless times.

In such a comparison, there is nothing difficult to overcome. Get back everything you owe, and everything will be over.

Quan Yu looked into her eyes, soft and gentle, then firm and powerful.

He said: "Okay, then go to work on time tomorrow night?"

Cui Sanning smiled and nodded: "Yes."

He bent down and picked up the suit jacket on the back of the sofa: "Then I'm leaving?"

Cui Sanning followed him to the door. Quan Yu turned around and looked at the person inside the door: "Close the door and lock it."

The second the door was completely closed, Cui Sanning's hand still fell on the handle, and Quan Yu turned around and left.

After walking no more than two steps, the sound of the door opening sounded behind him. Quan Yu turned around. He had his suit jacket hanging on one arm and put it in his pocket. He looked at her quietly and saw her leaning out half of her body from the crack of the door: " Third uncle, see you tomorrow."

Quan Yu chuckled for a while, how could he look back at this time?

Aren't you afraid that he will regret it?

His throat rolled up and down, veins appeared in his hands in his pockets due to restraint, and his voice was inexplicably low: "See you tomorrow."

This time the door was completely closed, and she heard the sound of locking it.

Looking at the silent door lock, Quan Yu stayed for a few seconds before turning around and entering the elevator.

Cui Sanning walked back to the living room and looked at the empty house, inexplicably feeling that something was missing.

She had obviously lived alone for so many years, but at this moment she suddenly felt that this house was so lonely.

He was obviously very quiet when he was around, but why did he become particularly disliked when he left?

Looking up at the dark kitchen, for some unknown reason she stepped forward and turned on the light inside.

After sitting in the living room for a while, she suddenly got up and entered the study.

The study room is large and she has a large collection of books.

She walked straight to the desk and sat down. There was a dark green ceramic vase on the desk, with a sprig of golden osmanthus that she bought yesterday in it. The fragrance was strong and fragrant.

He pulled out a piece of rice paper from the side. His thin white hand held a black writing brush, scraping the brush and licking the ink.

The tip of the pen hung on the rice paper but did not fall down.

The study window was open, the autumn wind swept into the study, and the cinnamon branches in the vase swayed in the wind. A few golden osmanthus flowers fell on the rice paper.

Looking at the sweet-scented osmanthus on the paper, Cui Sanning raised the corners of her mouth, put her pen down on the paper, and with her unique style of thin gold body, a eloquent sentence appeared on the paper.

"We first met six years ago. Today, six years later, I suddenly want to say: Third uncle, it's nice to meet you."

The moment I opened the door, I didn't want to say see you tomorrow, but I wanted to tell him "Nice to meet you."

But I was afraid that he would feel that he was inexplicable. After all, after six years, it would be a little late to say this.

So he suddenly changed his words and said, "See you tomorrow."

It's nice to meet you and I look forward to seeing you tomorrow.

After watching for a while, Cui Sanning stood up and took out the paste he used to repair calligraphy and painting, and kept those few osmanthus flowers on the rice paper forever.

On the right side of the study room there is a large pine glass display cabinet that she found, which contains some of her favorite objects.

There are authentic collections from famous people, as well as small items given by relatives and friends. All in all, they are all treasured by her.

I glanced up and down, left and right, and finally my eyes fell on the extremely precious hand-written scroll of "Moonlight Night on the Spring River".

Carefully roll up the dried rice paper, take out a red rope that seals the scroll from the drawer and tie it.

A small volume, about the thickness of a thumb, I opened the glass cabinet and stuffed it into the hand-written volume of "Spring River Flowers and Moonlight Night".

………………

Two days later, Cui Sanning returned to the Su family's old house.

After entering the courtyard, Aunt Chen came out to greet her.

Glancing around the living room, she didn't see Su Qinghua. She asked, "He's not here?"

Aunt Chen replied: "I came once, but the old gentleman didn't want to see him."

"The young master asked him to... not come here for the time being."

Cui Sanning nodded, it would be better if she didn't come, so as not to make her grandfather angry again, and she didn't want to see him.

He walked upstairs and entered the bedroom. The old man was still lying on the bed recuperating.

Cui Sangning came in with a friendly look on his face: "Sang Sang is here."

Then he said: "I'm fine, don't worry."

"Grandpa is tough!"

Cui Sanning walked to the bed and sat down: "You are so old, why are you arguing with him?"

Grandpa Su patted her hand: "Girl, let's go for a walk in the yard with grandpa."

Cui Sanning looked up at the doctor next to him and asked silently.

The doctor answered her: "Yes, it's okay to get some sunshine. I've been sleeping for several days."

Help grandpa and let him sit in the wheelchair.

Everyone else went down and did not follow.

Cui Sanning slowly pushed the wheelchair. When he reached a place, Grandpa Su pointed to the chair next to him and said, "Sit with Grandpa for a while."

As soon as I sat down, I heard his old voice showing a sense of powerlessness: "Grandpa didn't quarrel with him. He fainted just listening to what he said. What can I quarrel with him for?"