cute naive

In mid-June, the plum blossom season in Nanjing was early, and the drizzle kept falling, which made people unable to cheer up no matter what they did. Song Wenyuan seldom went to Xiaoxuan Chuang now. He found a shop in Antique Street. On the other side of the street, it is 200 meters away from Xiaoxuan Chuang and Gujin Pavilion. The location and rent are very good. Recently, workers are organizing workers to decorate it. They are planning to set up their own school after Huang Xingyun’s birthday banquet.

The vendors who set up stalls on the street during the rainy season all disappeared. After all, most of the antique calligraphy and paintings are very afraid of the tide, and there are much fewer antique bugs who come to shop in this weather.

Song Wenyuan was holding a black umbrella, walking from the new store, and from a distance, he saw Kang Tianzhen squatting at the entrance of Gujin Pavilion with a rainbow umbrella, his jeans were rolled up twice, revealing his white and tender ankles, he was wearing a blue T-shirt , Under the continuous rain curtain, it becomes more and more white and embellished, like a long-established sweet white glaze, white as creamy fat, plain like snow.

Kang Tianzhen raised his head and looked at the person standing in front of him, with a smile on his face, "I haven't seen you for a few days, I miss you so much."

"I miss you too," Song Wenyuan said with a smile, "What are you looking at?"

Kang Tianzhen pointed to the bluestone slab at his feet, "Look, a snail, I'm holding an umbrella for it."

"A snail doesn't need an umbrella, it likes water."

"But I like to hold an umbrella for it."

Song Wenyuan: "..."

Kang Tianzhen escorted the snail up the wall, stood up contentedly, took Song Wenyuan's hand, and dragged him into the Gujin Pavilion.

Before Song Wenyuan entered the door, he subconsciously looked back at the Xiaoxuan window, and saw Huang Xingyun sitting in the shop as expected, with no expression on his old face.

"What's wrong?" Kang Tianzhen followed his gaze, pouted, "Your teacher looks weird."

"Well," Song Wenyuan said, "You have to be careful when you talk to him, understand?"

Kang Tianzhen nodded, "Understood, I think he looks like a pervert, as if he will drag me into a small dark alley at any time oxx."

"!!!" Although he knew that this would never happen, Song Wenyuan felt his blood pressure soar as soon as he imagined this scene.

"But as a man with a strong personality," Kang Tianzhen continued, "I will definitely call out Ya Die."

Song Wenyuan: "..."

Kong Xin was not in the shop, Kang Tianzhen had the feeling that there were no tigers and monkeys in the mountains to be called kings, so he generously stole Kong Xin's top-quality tea and made a cup of tea for Song Wenyuan, "Taste it."

Song Wenyuan took a sip, the fragrance filled his teeth, and praised, "Very good."

Kang Tianzhen smiled happily, sat next to him, reached out and touched his face, "Is there any problem with the decoration of the store? You seem to have lost weight."

"No, don't worry," Song Wenyuan touched himself, then pinched Kang Tianzhen again, but he didn't feel any change, "It may be the rainy season, and there is less food to eat."

"Now I can eat two bowls every meal!" Kang Tianzhen winked and smiled, "Sometimes when I think of you, I can still eat the third bowl."

Song Wenyuan smiled and said, "Then don't hold on."

"How could it be?" Kang Tianzhen smiled like a hooligan molesting a young woman, and said lewdly, "Our Wen Yuanyuan is beautiful and delicious."

Song Wenyuan laughed and rubbed his hair, feeling the softness and cuteness of the hair, and the love spreading in his heart, he took out his mobile phone, "I went to the agency to look at several houses, and see which one you like."

Kang Tianzhen took the mobile phone, flipped through the photos, and changed back and forth between sets of houses with different styles. He looked at them for a while, "I think these two sets are very good. This is a villa with a garden, and the location is a bit out of the way, but there are no villas In the downtown area, this one is nearby, not far from our two families, the distance of a bowl of soup, this is the 18th floor, right?"

"Well," Song Wenyuan said, "I like this too. The air on the upper floors is good, and you can see the bright lights of the entire city at night."

"Then let's go and take a look at the house when we have time. In fact, it's just the two of us, and we don't need much space. Otherwise, when I go back to the United States one day, you will be so lonely guarding the empty house."

Song Wenyuan laughed, "Okay, I'll go back and contact the agency."

There are many photos of houses imported into the mobile phone. Kang Tianzhen looked at them one by one, and with a movement of his finger, a blurred family portrait came over. He looked at the photos, "Is this child you?"

"Well," Song Wenyuan looked at the photos together with him, "These are all old photos, I copied them into my phone."

"My mother-in-law is so beautiful," Kang Tianzhen said without hesitation, "You have inherited her beauty, and my father-in-law is actually good-looking too, not the same as the last time I saw him, time really feeds the pig. "

Song Wenyuan: "..."

Kang Tianzhen stared at the beautiful young woman in the photo, frowned slightly, and looked up at Song Wenyuan, "Grandma looks a little familiar... Where have you seen her before?"

"At Wei's old house," Song Wenyuan said flatly, "you even drank the tea she brewed."

"Damn it!!!" Kang Tianzhen was furious, "That beauty who cultivates orchids!!! Keke... But why didn't you recognize each other? Shouldn't you cry in your arms under normal circumstances?"

Song Wenyuan smiled lightly, "Maybe she has something to hide."

Kang Tianzhen pursed his lips tightly. He frowned, thought of several possibilities, and asked in a low voice, "Do you think she dislikes the poor and loves the rich, so she doesn't want to recognize you?"

The most fearful guess in his heart was revealed frankly. Song Wenyuan felt as if a hand had ruthlessly torn his heart open, exposing the fragile and beating heart. Pain, whispered, "...I don't know."

Kang Tianzhen looked at him, "It's not your fault."

"I don't know, naive, I don't know..." Song Wenyuan took Kang Tianzhen's hand and murmured, "I don't know why she doesn't want to recognize me, I...I'm very..."

His voice gradually decreased, and Song Wenyuan shut his mouth before he finished speaking. He didn't want to speculate about his mother with such malice, he would rather hypnotize himself: she just had something to hide.

Kang Tianzhen leaned over, cupped his face, and kissed delicately, "There must be some reason, there is no mother who doesn't love her child, believe me, Song Wenyuan, she loves you."

"Well," Song Wenyuan laughed, "but I don't really care." He rubbed Kang Tian's hair and thought in his heart: I don't care about parents or family affection. There is no need to force things that have already been lost. From now on , As long as you are by my side, that's enough.

As long as people are busy, the time will be unimaginably fast. Song Wenyuan is decorating a new store and looking around for houses, and he can still find time to arrange Huang Xingyun's birthday banquet properly.

After all, the birthday banquet is not a trivial matter. Huang Xingyun dressed neatly early in the morning and sat in the car. He deliberately dyed his gray hair back to black. He looked much younger. In fact, he was only 50 years old, but he was wasted by the loss of his wife and son. Looks like a rare old man.

Song Wenyuan drove the car, "People are in good spirits on happy occasions, and the teacher looks radiant today."

Huang Xingyun waved his hands and said mockingly, "It's over half a century, it's like the sun is setting in the west, what a happy event."

"Which day won't the sun set in the west?" Song Wenyuan smiled kindly, "There will still be a red sunset in the evening."

"Hahaha," Huang Xingyun laughed and stroked his hair, "It's a pity that you were born in the Song family. If you were my child, with your talent and my cultivation, you would already be a member of the antique shop. It's the first one, it's even worse than Kong Xin back then, I will definitely not be like your father, eating, drinking, whoring, gambling, cheating, and giving my son bad luck everywhere."

Song Wenyuan's fingers holding the steering wheel were clenched tightly, and the knuckles were white. He glanced at the smug old man in the back seat from the rearview mirror. He smiled gently, but his eyes like cold pools were indifferent, and said lightly. , "I'm not lucky."

"I'm not blessed," Huang Xingyun sighed, "I used to have such an excellent son as you, Langxuan... my Langxuan... such an amazingly talented child... who would have thought... oh... ..."

The car stopped at the intersection and waited for a red light. Song Wenyuan looked ahead indifferently, and asked casually, "You and my teacher's wife are both talented people. Brother Langxuan is naturally not bad, but my father is a drunkard, and my mother disappeared when I was 12 years old." ...Teacher, do you still have an impression of my mother?"

"Your mother back then..." Huang Xingyun thought for a while, and sighed, "She was a famous talented woman, she was upright and beautiful in small script, and she was skilled in everything from flowers, birds, fish and insects, and she was as talented as your father. Unfortunately, things are impermanent..."

Song Wenyuan asked, "Do you know the details of what happened to her back then?"

"Why do you still bring up these past events?" Huang Xingyun said sadly, "Actually, if you want to pursue it, I am also responsible for what happened back then. If I had been by your father's side that night, he would not have been used by the bad guys. With an IOU of 15, you won’t go home and beat your mother, which directly caused her to run away from home, Wen Yuan, I’m sorry for you.”

Song Wenyuan felt sick in his throat. He took a deep breath, swallowed the pain in his chest, and said affectionately, "You don't need to apologize, teacher, I know what kind of person Dad is, and I have always understood your uprightness. It's not your fault."

Huang Xingyun sighed, "Oh, your father doesn't know how to cherish such a virtuous and gentle woman as your mother."

"I don't know how my mother is now. She has lived a safe and happy life after leaving our father and son," Song Wenyuan said with emotion. It's not a small number, I heard from my grandfather, thanks to the teacher who extended a helping hand back then."

"Where, where," Huang Xingyun smiled and humbled himself, "Your father and I were young, so we definitely couldn't do nothing. Your grandfather came to me with an ancient painting handed down from his family. Although I am also very tight financially, Still took out most of his net worth, bought that painting, and helped your father avoid disaster."

Song Wenyuan was taken aback, "Buy?"

"Huh?" Huang Xingyun looked at him lovingly, "What's wrong?"

"Didn't you sign a loan contract back then?" Song Wenyuan asked, "My grandfather borrowed 15 yuan with an ancient painting as collateral..."

"Of course not," Huang Xingyun said categorically, "The Song family had long since fallen at that time. Your grandfather's abilities were limited, and your father was even more idle. How can you earn 15 yuan to redeem the ancient paintings? No matter what contract you sign for this transaction, the final result all the same."

The car stopped at the entrance of the hotel, and a doorman in uniform came to help park the car. Song Wenyuan got out of the car, looked up at the magnificent building, glanced at the old man beside him, and said calmly, "That's why you sent ancient paintings abroad with confidence. The shooting stage, isn't it?"

Huang Xingyun's amiability was completely exhausted, and he asked Song Wenyuan displeasedly, "What are you doubting? Wen Yuan, you are my apprentice who was taught by me. You should know what kind of person I am, just because your father and I are so strong. You shouldn’t come here to doubt people who really care about you because of those irresponsible hearsay.”

Song Wenyuan said with shame on his face, "I'm too ignorant, teacher, don't take it to heart when I said these stupid things today."

Although there was an unpleasant quarrel at the door, when the two walked into the restaurant one after the other, they seemed to be the textbook model teacher and student again.