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Mrs. Jiang's words made me uneasy, at that time I couldn't fathom the mystery in her words at all. It wasn't until later that I understood what she really meant by what she said today.
After Mrs. Jiang left, I had no interest in reading, nor did I feel sleepy.
I always felt something was off, but couldn't put my finger on what was wrong.
I was just about to call Zhou Heng, but as soon as I picked up my phone, Yao Yao called me. She immediately bombarded me with questions: "Where did you go? I knocked on the door for a long time and got no response." I replied, "Huh?"
Yao Yao: "I'm at the door. Are you avoiding Wang Ze and pretending not to be home on purpose? Don't worry, it's just me at home."
I spoke softly, "I'm not at home."
"What? Then where are you?"
I stammered, "I... I'm at Mrs. Jiang's house."
Yao Yao exclaimed, "Are you with Zhou Heng?"
I replied, "No. He went back to Qingyun Temple."
Yao Yao sighed twice, "My concern is in vain. I'm going home. I've been exhausted these days."
I know she's talking about Mr. Zhou's case. She's taken on all the work now, so she must be tired. But Yao Yao said she enjoys it and gets so busy that she forgets about her lost love.
Come to think of it, once you focus your energy on something so unhappy, your sense of happiness will be magnified.
Du Yuwei still asked Ling Xiaomeng to sound me out, to see if I was still mad at him. Actually, I was mad at first when I found out, but now I don't feel anything to be mad about anymore.
Since I have no feelings for Wang Ze, I don't care about his relationship with Du Yuwei. I think if Wang Ze appears in front of me again, I won't be so cold to him.
Because, even if our breakup was ugly, that's all in the past and it's over.
I chatted with Yao Yao for a while, hung up the phone, and felt somewhat melancholic. Mrs. Jiang's words kept lingering in my mind, and I thought about them a lot. In the end, I didn't call Zhou Heng or send him a WeChat message. I know he's very busy today, and I've already distracted him. I can't make him worry while he's working.
During these days at the the Chiang family's old house, time passed quickly. Mrs. Jiang wanted to take me to see her orchard and vegetable garden, but I couldn't walk too far, so we had to give up on that. These past two days, Jiang Qingyuan went to school, making the old house seem a bit quieter. The winter sun always brings joy, and Mrs. Jiang and I sat in the courtyard, basking in the sun. She was doing handwork and asked me, "Xiao Ling, I noticed you eat very little at each meal. Is it that the food doesn't agree with your stomach?"
I hurried to explain, "No, grandma, the food you make is delicious, it's just that I have a small appetite." The old lady finally felt relieved, nodded, and continued to focus on what she was doing. "That's good then."
I let out a slight breath. The old lady is too attentive, she even remembers how much I eat every meal. I have to pull myself together so that she doesn't worry about me.
"Grandma, you are very skilled at this."
I looked at the cloth shoes in her hand, made neatly, with each stitch almost the same size. This is not something that can be achieved in just a day or two.
The old lady pushed her reading glasses up and smiled, "Do you like them? I'll make a pair for you too."
"Okay. Thank you, grandma," I replied.
I picked up another black cloth shoe, and judging by the size, it was a man's shoe. I guessed it was for Zhou Heng.
Me: " Master Zhou's shoe size is 43, right?"
The old lady looked up at me and said, "You have good eyesight."
"This is indeed made for Zhou Heng."
I smiled, chin resting in my hands, watching the old lady continue to make shoes stitch by stitch. The sunlight fell on her face, and the kindness in the corners of her eyes and eyebrows was all woven into the shoes. I think Zhou Heng must be able to feel the love of his family.
Suddenly, the old lady asked me, "Xiao Ling, Zhou Heng's profession is very special. Being with him, you might suffer. Would you mind?"
I shook my head. Being with Zhou Heng is already a blessing from the heavens. I know he is not an ordinary man. Since I have chosen to be with him, I must bear the consequences. The old lady looked at me with a hint of pity in her eyes. She stopped her work, took my hand, and said with great seriousness, "Zhou Heng is a child who has suffered. Since he has chosen you, he will treat you well." I pursed my lips and fell silent.
This road may be difficult, but I will not regret it. "Our old Zhou family is sorry for Jiang Li, and also sorry for the two children," the old lady's tone was somewhat sad, and her voice became choked up. "I'm telling you this in the hope that you can continue to walk well."
I held the old lady's hand tightly, feeling moved in my heart: "Grandma, we will get along well." Her eyes turned red, and in an instant, they became moist. She suppressed her throat and said, "Okay, okay!" I gently patted her hand and comforted her, "Grandma, your skills are so good, teach me when you have time."
She wiped away the tears from the corner of her eyes and put on her reading glasses again. "I knew you were a good kid," she said. "When Zhou Heng comes back, ask him to take you out for a good time. What's the point of staying cooped up in the old house with this old lady like me?"
My face blushed slightly at the thought of Zhou Heng coming back in the afternoon, and I felt very excited.
I chatted with the old lady in the yard again. She talked about Zhou Heng's childhood, and I felt like it was a completely different person. He has always been calm and composed, not the mischievous person described by the old lady. Isn't he cut from the same cloth as Jiang Qingyuan?
But I felt a pang in my heart. How much hardship has Zhou Heng endured to become the person he is today?
My smile gradually faded, unable to conceal my thoughts.
The old lady sighed and said, "He doesn't blame us in his heart, it's because of Master Yang's good teaching and his wisdom."
Actually, I still don't understand Mrs. Jiang's words from last night. Why did she have to send him to the Taoist temple? Even if they were poor, who would be willing to send their own child away?
I couldn't help but blurt out, "I still don't understand why Zhou Heng had to be sent to the Taoist temple when his illness was already cured, right?"
The old lady's face changed noticeably, and the strange look that flashed in her eyes was caught by me. She hesitated for a moment, sounding a bit flustered, and said, "Oh! Well, at that time..." "I'm back."
Jiang Qingyuan's voice interrupted the conversation between me and the old lady, and instantly livened up the atmosphere in the courtyard. He came in with a big cake in his hands, smiling. Jiang Qingyuan practically bounced in, youth really is a wonderful thing.
"Grandma," his voice was sweet, and the old lady's face lit up with a smile.
The old lady took the cake from him and asked with a smile, "Did you call your brother? Has he set off?"
"Oh, this, I'll keep it a secret for now."
"You little rascal, keeping secrets from grandma."
The old lady playfully poked his head and went to the kitchen with the cake.
Jiang Qingyuan quickly came over and sat next to me, mysteriously saying, " Sister Meng, guess who bought that cake?"
I looked at him and knew for sure that it was Zhou Heng who asked such a question.
Jiang Qingyuan crossed his legs and flicked his hair, looking very handsome.
He continued to say to himself, "It's better to give my mom a surprise." The next second, he got up again, as if he remembered something, and ran out in a hurry, saying, " Sister Meng, you have to keep it a secret too." Before I could respond, he had already rushed out of the yard. Jiang Qingyuan must be a rabbit, otherwise how could he be so agile.
The sound of a text message, I quickly opened my phone, it was from Zhou Heng.
"Last minute, I have to attend a funeral, don't wait for me."
He was naturally referring to dinner. My heart sank instantly, but my disappointment passed quickly. But what about Mrs. Jiang? She would definitely have a sleepless night.
I held my phone, heavy with worry, wondering how to approach Mrs. Jiang. After a while, I replied to him, "Please try to come back." He replied briefly, "Okay."
Just as I was worrying about this matter, Mrs. Jiang returned, and Jiang Qingyuan held her arm, their relationship was very intimate. Their mother and son relationship was really strong compared to Zhou Heng. Would Mrs. Jiang, who loves her child so much, really be willing to let Zhou Heng go to the Taoist temple? How much determination did she have at that time to send her son away? One can imagine her deep inner pain. Mrs. Jiang was in a good mood, she joked with Jiang Qingyuan while indulgently pinching his ear.
"Stinky boy, dare to disrespect your mother."
"I dare not, Mother, spare me."
The old lady came out and smiled kindly, "Alright, Qingyuan, you're all grown up now, still pinching people's ears, how will you find a girlfriend in the future."
Jiang Qingyuan chuckled, "Exactly, exactly. Mom, I'm so embarrassed."
Mrs. Jiang: "No big deal, from now on, in front of your girlfriend, I won't twist your ears."
Jiang Qingyuan made a fainting gesture, "Okay, Mom, you're tough, I admire you."
Two people, a mother and son, came over chatting and laughing, making me, a lonely outsider, envious. I sighed, really missing my old mom. Although she always forces me to go on Miai s, our mother-daughter relationship has never been broken by failed Miai s. That's my biological mother, who knows and understands me.
Miai? Yeah, I feel overwhelmed right now. Didn't my mom say she set me up on a Miai this weekend? There's no way I can go in my current state. But I haven't figured out how to tell my mom that I'm dating a Taoist priest. This is a headache.
Mrs. Jiang went to the kitchen to be busy, and Jiang Qingyuan came over cheerfully, saying, " Sister Meng, my brother is staying over tonight, so you two can have a romantic time under the moonlight. Do you want me to prepare some candles for you, and maybe some neon lights too?"
I gave him a look, "You seem to have a lot of experience, young man."
"Where, where, just a little bit."
"Ha! If the male lead doesn't show up, what's the point of me wandering around alone?"
I pouted, feeling a bit unhappy. Jiang Qingyuan always comes up with bad ideas.
Jiang Qingyuan noticed the change in my expression and quickly came over to ask, "My brother, is something wrong with him?"
I nodded, and Jiang Qingyuan stood there like a wooden statue, murmuring, "What should we do?"
Who knows, what should we do?
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