gentle fall

Wen Huaiyu was lying on the bed, with slippers hooked on the soles of her snow-white feet, dangling around, she was on the phone.

Since the morning, the mobile phone has been receiving a bombardment of blessing text messages, most of which are flattery, she ignored it, and only called Deng Ruo back.

"Ruoruo, happy new year."

Deng Ruo was a bit noisy there, she said wait a moment, and then hurried back to her room: "Happy New Year. What are you busy with?"

"It's nothing busy. It's a big family, and it's quite noisy outside. My brother's two children are making a fuss."

"That's better on my side. It's clean and comfortable."

"Where's your wife?"

"Watering flowers on the balcony. I was angry with me all night last night and cried for a long time."

"Why are you crying? Are you raising a child outside?"

"What kind of child do you raise! Am I this kind of person! She just...just asked me why I didn't tell her about the things I went to see a doctor by myself. "

"Then what did you say?"

"I said I'm not not telling her, I'm not telling anyone."

"But she is your wife. You should tell her, and it will also make her feel that she is an exception to you."

Wen Huaiyu smiled sarcastically: "You understand it very well."

Deng Ruo suddenly fell silent: "No. I don't understand better than you."

Wen Huaiyu instantly understood the meaning of her silence, paused, and asked cautiously: "Is there still no news about her?"

"No. Her family has been looking for it, and I have been looking for it many times. It's just not there. It seems... It seems that I have made up my mind and never saw anyone again."

Wen Huaiyu frowned slightly: "Then how are you sure she's safe?"

"I do not know I do not know."

At the end of the sentence, her voice was obviously choked, and she hung up the phone.

Wen Huaiyu threw the phone aside, stayed there for a while, and then sent a message to Zhou Ran: According to the phone I gave Xia Cen before, check the place where she last appeared.

The news was sent out, but doing so was undoubtedly looking for a needle in a haystack. She lay in a daze on the bed, and when Ji Yirou came in from the balcony, she worked like a carp, and hugged her: "Baby, don't be angry .I was wrong."

Ji Yirou didn't push her away, and smiled helplessly: "My hands are covered in mud. Let me wash my hands first."

In fact, Ji Yirou is not angry with her, but angry with herself, why she has been confined in her dark feelings, but never noticed her changes, her silent and lonely adolescence, her stubborn and thin back.

How can this liking be called liking?

She came out of the bathroom quickly, and Wen Huaiyu rushed forward to hug her, with a charming smile: "It's still a long time before the New Year's Eve dinner, should we do something?"

"Want to go out and play?"

"Do not want to."

"Want to help with the cooking?"

"NO! It's in your room!" She hesitated, "Show me your old photos?"

Ji Yirou blushed a bit: "I was very stupid when I was young, don't look at it."

You used to say I was a fool.

"No, I want to see it, hurry up."

"Ok."

Ji Yirou had no choice but to stand on tiptoe, took down a thick photo album from the top of the bookshelf, peeled off the plastic cover, and handed it to her: "Look..."

Wen Huaiyu took it happily. When he likes someone, he is always not satisfied with the present moment. He always wants to know more about her past and the time when he was absent.

The two sat down cross-legged on the floor.

There are many photos in the album, the first ones are babies with snow-white skin and big eyes, Wen Huaiyu exclaimed: "So cute! Why are you not cute at all now?"

Ji Yirou turned her head and asked her, her voice was full of danger: "I'm not cute?"

Out of the desire to survive on the bed, Wen Huaiyu quickly changed his words: "...cute! My wife is the cutest in the universe!"

There are a lot of photos when I was a baby, accounting for 1/2 of the entire album. Ji Yirou explained with a smile, with a touch of sadness: "My father took them for me. He is a photographer."

Wen Huaiyu lowered his head and continued to turn backwards: "Then I will take pictures for you later."

The little baby grew up and started to go to school at the age of six or seven. Sometimes he wore a blue and white school uniform skirt, and sometimes he wore a pink and white tutu skirt. His hair was tied up high and his swan neck was slender and graceful. He stood under the shade of the tree, The smile is quiet.

"Although it's not as cute as when I was a child, it's still pretty. Let me think about it... When I was a teenager, I liked to play with this kind of little sister. But those girls who come to my house are so annoying. If you Just be here. I'm sure I like you very much."

Ji Yirou was stunned for a moment, and a smile appeared on the corner of her lips: "Really?"

"Yes," Wen Huaiyu raised his head, his smiling eyes curved up, and his eyes were shining: "Look at you, you are just a white and tender little milk bag. If I see you, I will definitely call you an idiot. While poking your face! Ah! It’s a pity, why didn’t I see you before!”

Ji Yirou touched her cheek with a gentle smile.

The thick photo album has been turned over 2/3, and the photos in the back are getting less and less, elementary school graduation photos, middle school graduation photos, university graduation photos, that white and soft little girl seems to have grown up all of a sudden, and has grown into the gentle Desolate, silent and stoic young girl.

Wen Huaiyu felt a little regretful, looking at her middle school graduation photo: "You look good in your school uniform. It's just that there are too few photos. If you came to tell me that you liked me at that time, maybe I would agree."

She laughed into a ball because of her own imagination, Ji Yirou just looked at her with a smile, and her eyes were tender and doting.

Don't be sorry, your idea has already been realized.You have poked her cheek and called her a fool, and she is really wearing a school uniform skirt, sneaking around your school and home after school, but you have never seen it.

After flipping through the thick photo album, Wen Huaiyu lay in her arms, unwilling to get up: "In the future, we will take a lot of photos every year, okay?"

"Ok?"

"I want to remember everything about you."

Ji Yirou said softly: "Then start tonight, after dinner, we'll take pictures."

Wen Huaiyu smiled in her arms, and the whole person was very happy, until the time of the New Year's Eve dinner, the two of them went down.

Wearing a silver-white vest, Ji Yue looks gentlemanly and upright. His long-term military life has made his mental temperament extraordinarily tough, and his voice is also deep: "I don't know if I will come down to help your mother."

Wen Huaiyu smiled, and secretly raised the corners of his mouth towards Ji Yirou, a small and silent movement.

Ye Shuhua was pasting up the window paper. He cut out the red "Fu" character by himself. It was simple and elegant. He pasted one on every window in the house. He said very satisfied, "You don't need to help me, let's cook."

There were really not many people in the house, the servants and cooks were busy with the New Year's Eve dinner, and went home to celebrate the New Year, so Ji Yue asked the housekeeper to sit down too, there were only five people in total, and the table was not even full.

At such times, Wen Huaiyu has always been the best at adjusting the atmosphere. She served food for everyone, told jokes, and laughed vividly. Even Ji Yue, who has always been silent and majestic, was teased and laughed, and the room was filled with the joy of the New Year. mean.

Ji Yirou approached her and whispered a thank you, Wen Huaiyu gave her a dissatisfied look: "You think I'm pretending on purpose?"

In fact, it is really not. She is in the shopping mall, sitting at the negotiating table, she is the calm, calm and rational heir of the Wen family, and she is the youngest, arrogant and domineering Miss Wen in the old Wen family house. Only at this moment, she That's her, she's just her.

The New Year's Eve dinner was soon over, Ye Shuhua answered a phone call, but still talked about the translation, so he locked himself in the study.

Wen Huaiyu sat on the sofa and called grandpa.

The other end of the phone was very quiet. The old man answered the phone with a warm smile: "Nannan, what are you doing? Grandpa is watching the fireworks in the distance on the rooftop."

When Wen Huaiyu heard his voice, the corners of his eyes twitched, and he died of guilt: "Grandpa, I'm sorry, I couldn't be by your side."

"You don't need to apologize. I'm fine. Besides, no one can always be with someone else. When you were so sad before, you just digested it silently. Grandpa couldn't do anything about it. It's fine now. You have your wife, you My lover, Xiao Ji is a very good child, you two should have a good time together."

"Well. She's fine, fine."

"I told Xiaoji, you go back to the second year of junior high school and pay homage to your adoptive parents. After so many years, you have to be brave, Nannan."

Wen Huaiyu was taken aback, and said yes in a low voice.

After talking on the phone with grandpa, Wen Huaiyu breathed a sigh of relief.

Just as Ji Yirou went to the study to bring ginger tea to drive away the cold for her mother, she was not in the room. Wen Huaiyu sat on the bay window and was lost in thought, thinking about the unfinished conversation.

The phone rang at this moment.

A call from an unknown phone.

Wen Huaiyu subconsciously wanted to hang up, his fingers had already touched the screen, but he paused, and finally answered: "Hello?"

The other party didn't speak, but smiled for a while: "You are very polite now, I can't tell, Miss Wen."

"Xia Cen?!" Wen Huaiyu came back to his senses instantly, "Where are you? Do you know that your family and Deng Ruo are all looking for you like crazy!"

Xia Cen smiled lightly: "I don't know. I don't want to know either."

Wen Huaiyu paused, and breathed a sigh of relief: "Everyone is very worried about you. In the past few months, you have heard nothing, and we are all worried, did you have an accident..."

"Thank you. I'm fine, I'm happy every day."

"So, tell me where you are now."

"Sorry. I can't. I'll come back when I've been alone long enough, when I've figured out a lot of things, when I've forgotten... and don't like it anymore. Please forward my family and tell They don't have to worry, but even if I go back, I won't marry someone I don't love."

Wen Huaiyu paused, smiled slowly, and praised her sincerely for the first time: "I used to think you were a fool. But now, it seems that you are not. You know exactly what you want."

"Thank you for your praise."

There was a burst of mixed laughter from the other end of the phone, and Xia Cen said softly: "I know what I want, because I know how I want to live this life. I wish you a happy new year, thank you. My friend is calling I'm gone, goodbye."

With a beep, the phone hung up.

Wen Huaiyu had imagined many situations, such as Xia Cen went the wrong way and got lost in the mountains for several months, or her wallet was stolen and she had to work to pay off her debts, yelling at her family to send money.

But neither.

She seems to have fully adapted to the new environment and has new friends. Xia Xiaolong, who was so stupid before, now says that she just knows how to spend this life.

Ji Yue originally planned to take a family portrait with the whole family, but after waiting for a long time, she was a little dissatisfied, and urged her to go upstairs to have a look.

Wen Huaiyu entered the room, Ji Yirou lowered her head and focused on the computer: "Mr. Lu sent me an email. I like this script very much. I'll read it for a while, sorry, I'll come down to accompany you right away."

She went downstairs helplessly, and told Ji Yue the original words, and the old man laughed and scolded: "It's really more idiots than one."

Wen Huaiyu disagreed: "No. My wife is fine."

Ji Yue sneered: "My granddaughter! What is your wife!"

"It's my wife," Wen Huaiyu also snorted, "You can't change the fact."

Ji Yue's temper came up, and he insisted on arguing with her: "Then before you got married, she was my granddaughter for more than 20 years!"

"Then I don't care. There is a saying that what kind of person you will become in the future is determined from birth. So she is still my wife."

"you!"

"What's wrong with me? Are you angry?"

Ji Yue was annoyed by her, he was so old and bickering with a child like this, it would be embarrassing to say it out.

Wen Huaiyu is also very happy. After coming to Ji's house, this stingy grandfather has not liked him very much, so today he has to be a little angry with him.

Just as Ji Yue was about to say something, the butler came in and whispered in his ear: "Lin Shang...Mr. Lin is here to see you."

He deliberately avoided the military rank, Wen Huaiyu's ears were sharp, and he heard clearly, stood up: "Grandpa, I'm going upstairs."

She stomped upstairs, avoiding conversations she shouldn't have listened to wisely. When she reached the stairs, she heard a burst of extremely sonorous footsteps. A little dazed, I couldn't help standing for a few more seconds.

Her trance was not without reason.This officer with a high rank was respectfully called Mr. Ji Yue, and then he probably mentioned a lot of things. It seemed that he talked about his position and style, and when it came to the anonymous letter, she clearly heard two words-Wen's family.

The trance was only for a moment, and when she came back to her senses, even if she instinctively wanted to listen to a few more words, her reason told her that eavesdropping was an immoral act...

She was restless and couldn't move, but the officer downstairs seemed to have noticed her presence, and her voice stopped.

A soundless silence spread.