[HP] If youth has an ageless face

In the spring of this year, Edwinla, who had been away from his homeland for more than ten years, finally set foot on his way back under Blaise's strong request.

The two Zabini boys were forewarned that their grandmother would arrive today. They judged from the busy figure of their mother, the meticulously cleaned and decorated home, and the extraordinarily sumptuous dinner that they had never seen before. The masked grandmother is a picky one.

They all agreed that she would be harsh and even mean, but they never imagined that they would meet a beauty.

There are crow's feet around her eyes, and the skin on her face is not as radiant as a young man's, but this is the only evidence that she is no longer young.Her eyes are still bright, her smile is always charming, her manner is always elegant, and when she walks through the Zabini door, no one believes that she is their grandmother.

"This is Aaron." Blaise put down his luggage, pointed to the stunned youngest son, and introduced, "In a little over a month, he will be five years old." He emphasized his tone slightly, and motioned Edwin to look at his eldest son, " David, six. He likes herbalism."

Blaise got his wish and saw a fleeting light in Edwin's eyes.She bent down and kissed the foreheads of the two boys, and handed them the prepared gifts.He said hello to Pansy again, and then hugged Elizabeth who was sleeping soundly.

This family reunion scene is warm and restrained, neither too sensational nor cold, exactly the style of the Zabini family.

"How are you doing?" Edwina sized up the manor nonchalantly while exchanging greetings with Blaise.Every generation of hostess has its own style.Unlike Edwin La, Pansy prefers a classic and solemn style. She replaced the wallpaper, curtains, rugs, tapestries, tableware and some decorations.The tea served is not herbal tea but black tea, and the food on the table is also a typical British style without bringing together the flavors of various countries.These subtle changes made her unable to recognize the mansion she was familiar with for a while, and once again realized that she was not the hostess here, but just a guest at her son's house.

This made her unhappy for a moment, but she was relieved immediately.After all, she is no longer young and energetic, and she has learned not to care about trivial matters, and she has also learned to restrain her edge.Although she still gets annoyed by some trivial things, she doesn't show it so easily.

At the dinner table, Aaron chirped and asked her various questions, and his excessive curiosity caused him to be reprimanded several times by his parents.David remained silent, echoing a few words occasionally, and the rest of the time was spent introducing her to the food on the table.One of these two brothers is silent and the other is lively. Although it is hard to tell who their personalities are, the difference is very obvious and quite interesting.

"Do you like turkey?" David explained sweetly when Blaise finally went to bring a big dish to the table himself. "This is my dad's special dish, seasoned with a lot of sage."

Aaron couldn't bear the loneliness, so he broke the news immediately: "It's delicious! Mom said that if Dad loses his job, he can use this dish to become a chef at the Leaky Cauldron."

Pansy looked embarrassed, and she glanced uneasily at Edwina, only to find that she was smiling too.Meeting her husband's encouraging eyes again, she felt a little relieved and got up to distribute the chicken.

"Are you busy with your job at the newspaper?" When Pansy put the most tender chicken legs on her plate, Edwin thanked him in a low voice and asked casually.

"It's okay." Pansy seemed a little afraid of her, not very relaxed, "I just have to work overtime occasionally."

"How is Skeeter now?"

"She has been promoted to editor-in-chief."

"Editor-in-chief?" Edwin repeated, his tone very intriguing.Blaise added:

"Actually, she doesn't have much real power." He didn't shy away from the children. "It's a long story. In short, she seems to have offended Granger—Granger is now the Director of the Legal Department."

"No wonder, I also found that she hasn't written an article for a long time." Edwin turned to Pansy again, "Don't you like Skeeter too?"

"I hate her nonsense."

Edwin pulled a smile: "Me too."

The two could not help smiling, but their mutual distaste for Skeeter did not bring them closer.In fact, Edwin La did not think about becoming close family members or friends with Pan Xi.Their relationship is destined to require a delicate balance, which not only needs to be dealt with by Blaise, but also needs to be maintained by themselves.

After dinner, she gently mentioned to Blaise the idea of ​​moving to another mansion while Pansy was away.

"Why?" Blaise was surprised. "Isn't it good to live here? David and Aaron can stay with you, and it's easier for us to take care of each other when we live together."

"I'm not that old." Edwinla didn't expect him to object, "It's just that a quiet place is more in line with my fantasy about my old age."

"But no one will disturb you here." Blaise said hastily, "Skeeter has closed his pen, and Pansy and I are not keen on hosting parties..."

"You've grown up, Brace, and learned to be considerate." She smiled. "But I'd be more comfortable living by myself. After all, you have your little family, and I have my life."

He was suddenly speechless.After a moment of silence, Blaise struggled: "I will always be your son, and this will not change."

"I know. As I always told you before, we have always had our own lives." Edwina made up his mind, "I am going to move to the country so that I can have a bigger yard and it will be more convenient. I continue to toss my garden."

"Speaking of which, I taught David a little bit about gardening, and he loved it." Knowing that objections were futile, Blaise beckoned David over, knowing Edwin would love to hear this, "Tell grandma, your What is your ambition in life?"

Edwin La is not used to the new role of "grandmother", and David is obviously not used to it either.When he met Edwina's gaze, he put his hands behind his back a little shyly, sneaked a look at her, and then grinned.

This scene inexplicably made Edwina's heart soften, and she remembered that Blaise would always lie in her arms when she was a child, while secretly pulling various decorations on her clothes.So she smiled naturally: "What do you want to do in the future, David?"

"I think," under two encouraging gazes, David mustered up his courage, "to get the Lifetime Achievement Award from the British Institute of Botany."

"The British Institute of Botany is one of the best in the world." Blaise thought that Edwin would throw some cold water, but she changed the subject, "Well, good job, you have more ideas than your father."

David looked at Blaise curiously, obviously wanting to ask but not daring to ask.

"You want to know what he wanted to do as a kid?"

David nodded hopefully.

Edwina smiled slightly: "He has no dreams at all."

David's eyes widened, and Blaise resisted the urge to roll his eyes without retorting.

"When he grows up, you can find out the books your father left behind and show him." Edwinra turned to his son calmly, "Fortunately, he has a successor to his botanical hobby, otherwise your father will be very unhappy. happy."

"My dad isn't like you," Blaise whispered. "He doesn't care about these things."

"Say it as if you've met him."

"No. But the traces he left prove that he is real and that he existed in this world. I have never seen him, but I know what kind of person he is."

Edwina was silent for a moment, and sighed silently.As early as Blaise served the turkey, she knew that somewhere she couldn't see or wasn't looking, Blaise might have found something of his own that had once belonged to Darren.Like a diary, or a cookbook... Darren is proficient in herbs, and of course all kinds of spices.Sage and the like are just leftover tricks from his old days.

She also realized once again that Blaise's existence predestined Darren to be someone she could never get back, let go, or forget in her entire life.He was not just her first love, her first husband, but in every way he represented the carefree old days she would never get again.

"When will you be willing to tell me your story?" Blaise asked from the sidelines.

"Hasn't my story been told in magazines, tabloids and articles?"

"But I want to hear from you."

"I won't say it, Blaise, never. That's... my private landscape."