Chapter 151 Another 1 years
January 2017, 1, New Year's Eve.
They were originally planning to have New Year's Eve dinner at Ye Mao Restaurant. But Ye's mother felt sorry for her daughter not being able to cook, so she prepared a bunch of New Year's goods at Tinglan Garden long ago. Early in the morning on New Year's Eve, she took her granddaughter Ye Hanxi to Tinglan Garden from the two intersections.
Ye Zhenzhen was half asleep with an eye mask on. Suddenly, she felt a chill on her face. A chubby little hand was touching her face. She grabbed the hand and pretended that she was still asleep: "Whose little hand is this?"
Ye Hanxi giggled: "Aunt, get up..."
The little guy can call people now, but his speech is not clear. He is in the babbling stage and babbles all day long.
Ye's mother was going to prepare New Year's Eve dinner, Wang You and Ye Mao were going to close the restaurant, and Ye's father was not very good at taking care of children, so this arduous task fell on Ye Zhenzhen.
After Ye Zhenzhen got up and washed up, she chased the little guy around the house. The child who had just learned to walk was extremely energetic and refused to be held. He just wanted to explore the world on his own.
If you are not careful, the dried fruits in the fruit plate will scatter all over the floor.
After a while, Ye Zhenzhen followed behind the little guy, too tired to straighten her back.
In the past two years, Ye's father has learned to be considerate of his wife and would consciously go to the kitchen to help.
Without noticing, Ye Hanxi grabbed onto the light cat and refused to let go. Ye Zhenzhen half-bent her stiff waist and fought with the little guy: "Hanxi, be obedient. Auntie will take you to find something delicious."
After trying her best to coax the little one for a long time, Ye Zhenzhen still couldn't control herself and cried to the kitchen: "Mom, are all children nowadays so difficult to raise?"
Mother Ye came out of the kitchen, quickly diverted Ye Hanxi's attention, and said with a smile: "You were like this when you were little. It's not easy to raise a child."
Ye Zhenzhen didn't believe it at all: "I must have been very obedient when I was a child."
Mother Ye smiled helplessly: "If you were really obedient, you wouldn't be single now. I asked you to go back to your hometown to find a date and get married. Do you listen?"
Urging someone to get married is more terrible than urging someone to die. Urging someone to die at least gives you a quick death.
Ye Zhen Zhen clenched her fist and tapped her waist: "Mom, I really don't want to get married."
Mother Ye sighed softly: "You are not young anymore. You will have to give birth to a child sooner or later. It is better to give birth earlier than later. It will be painful to give birth to a child when you are old."
Seeing that Ye Zhenzhen didn't say anything, Ye's mother told her to keep an eye on Ye Hanxi and went back to the kitchen to busy herself.
Ye Zhenzhen followed Ye Hanxi the whole day, not daring to blink. If she relaxed for a moment, the little guy would act up.
The little girl staggered to the cloakroom. Ye Zhenzhen was worried that she would make trouble, so she picked her up and walked out.
"aunt..."
Walking to the entrance hall of the cloakroom, Ye Hanxi raised her hand and pointed at a pair of shiny silver-gray high heels.
Ye Zhenzhen suddenly felt a sour sensation in her nose.
Ye Mao and his wife also came back for the New Year's Eve dinner. During the meal, the old couple took advantage of the happy New Year to urge their son to have a second child.
The food in her mouth tasted like chewing wax and Ye Zhenzhen had no appetite at all.
After urging his son and daughter-in-law, Father Ye turned to his daughter and said, "You don't go on blind dates or get married. People in the village think you are doing something bad outside. It's really unpleasant to hear them say that."
Ye Zhenzhen was anxious: "Dad, don't you know what I'm doing?"
Father Ye put down his chopsticks and said, "You are not young anymore. You have to get married and start a family."
Ye Mao hurriedly tried to smooth things over: "Dad, my clothing business is doing well, why are you in such a hurry? My fate hasn't arrived yet, maybe it will arrive someday."
Ye's mother interjected: "Doing business and getting married don't conflict."
Ye's father said, "All your classmates have given birth to their second children, and some have even remarried! Why aren't you in a hurry?"
Wang You looked around and said, "Today is New Year's Day, let's have a toast together..."
After finishing the New Year's Eve dinner, Ye Zhenzhen walked to the balcony as usual.
The bright moon is like frost, spreading white salt all over the ground.
Ever since Wen Baijing returned the key to her, the little interaction they had was gone.
They lie in each other's address books, becoming symbols stacked horizontally and vertically.
During the Chinese New Year last year, they even sent each other the four words "Happy New Year" out of politeness.
Ye Zhenzhen didn't dare to smoke in front of her parents. She picked up the cigarette box and quietly put it back into her pocket.
During those two years, all I saw when I opened my eyes were bright neon lights, and I fell asleep to the sounds of nature at night.
Life in the past two years has been like a radish. Sometimes it is like a white radish with a hollow core, tasteless and dry, and sometimes it is like a green radish skin, which makes your throat irritated.
Ye Mao followed him out: "Sister, don't blame our parents, they are really worried about you."
Ye Zhenzhen put her hands in her pockets, looked into the distance, and responded softly.
Ye Mao lit a cigarette: "Why don't you start over and stop waiting."
Ye Zhenzhen turned her head and looked at him: "Xiao Mao, if I really don't get married, will you support me?"
Ye Mao dusted off his cigarette ash and said, "Sister, I support you even if you don't fall in love or get married, as long as you live happily."
Ye Zhenzhen lowered her eyes and calmly put on the hat on her home clothes.
Her voice was slightly choked: "Xiao Mao, thank you."
Ye Mao took a puff of his cigarette and said, "Sister, don't say that. If you really don't want to get married and have children, I will give birth to another child to support you in your old age."
Ye Zhenzhen smiled and patted him: "You don't want to have a second child and let me raise it for you, do you?"
Ye Mao joked, “It’s not impossible…hahahaha!”
A few sporadic fireworks exploded on the outskirts of the city and soon flowed into the river of darkness.
The chill was biting at the bones, and Ye Zhenzhen felt as if the wind was drilling into the cracks between her bones. The bright lights in the distant sky were scattering towards the east wind.
The fireworks in the past two years were too far away, and she couldn't see them clearly or hear the sounds. She didn't want to watch the fireworks much, and she lost her longing for the festival and became numb.
In the Wen family’s old house, before midnight after the New Year’s Eve dinner, the family was happily sitting in the living room drinking tea and chatting, and everyone stayed up together to welcome the new year.
Wen Shuowang's wife Jiang Ying is three months pregnant with her second child.
Wen Shuowang sat next to Jiang Ying, looking like a good husband. He asked his wife if she needed water, and then fed her an emerald candied date.
The two love each other and their love has not diminished after more than ten years of marriage.
The family is very happy, with grandchildren and granddaughters-in-law sitting around their necks. The great-grandson Wenming is now in an international junior high school. Wenxin is enjoying the family happiness and can't stop smiling.
Wen Xin said cheerfully, "Jiang Ying is about to give birth to her second child, and I have also set up an overseas trust for the child in advance. Wen Ming's second child will also have one, and we treat them equally."
Jiang Ying smiled and replied, "I would like to thank my great-grandfather on behalf of my child."
Wen Shuowang also said thank you grandpa.
Wen Baijing picked up the teacup and took a sip without interrupting.
Li Jiao sat next to Wen Baijing and glanced at him indifferently.
Wen Xin turned to look at the young couple, and smiled as he urged them to have a baby: "You should also learn from your elder brother and sister-in-law. Bai Jing is 33 years old this year, and it's time to put having a baby on the agenda.
Wen Baijing forced a smile and said, "Grandpa, when the time comes, the child will naturally get it."
Li Jiao curled her lips slightly and said with a smile: "Grandpa, if you take good care of yourself, you will definitely have the strength to hold your great-grandson."
Wen Xin was very pleased with it. He smiled and patted his thigh, but he did not forget to add: "There are still things to do."
Wen Baijing responded humbly and gently: "Okay."
Li Jiao smiled reservedly and looked at Wen Baijing meaningfully.
Wen Shuowang was sitting not far away and had a full view of what the two were doing.
Since Wen Baijing got married, he has been staying at the old house for a day every weekend to visit his grandfather, ask about his health and eat. The couple behaved respectfully in front of the old man, but they were a little distant in private.
Li Jiao was proud of her family background, which was higher than Ye Zhenzhen's. She was arrogant and disdainful. It didn't matter who Wen Baijing loved, what mattered was that she was Wen Baijing's wife. Li Jiao was very enthusiastic and took the initiative many times, but Wen Baijing was unmoved, so she didn't feel like taking the initiative anymore.
After his mother passed away, Li Fuqiang married Wang Qin. In the first few years after she got married, Wang Qin was very humble and afraid of being labeled a mean stepdaughter. However, her attitude changed immediately after she gave birth to a son.
She has experienced enough of the fickleness of human nature, and for Li Jiao, interests are the most important.
The rest are too vague and ethereal.
As long as they don't divorce, she will be the granddaughter-in-law of the chairman of the Wen Group, and half of the money Wen Baijing earns will belong to her. If it is profitable, Li Jiao is happy to accompany Wen Baijing to act. With the support of her grandfather, if she continues like this, sooner or later she will be able to give birth to a child, and her position will be secure sooner or later.
Wen Baijing knew very well what Li Jiao was planning. For the moment, he could not break off relations with Li Jiao, and he could not do anything that would alert the enemy.
Before the marriage, Wen Baijing felt a little guilty towards Li Jiao. On the wedding day, Wen Shuowang told her everything, and Wen Baijing's guilt turned into hatred.
I was relieved.
After staying up until twelve o'clock, the Wen family members went back to their rooms to rest.
Wen Baijing lived on the third floor. He and Li Jiao lived in separate rooms as usual. In order to avoid being discovered by the nanny, he always got up very early when he returned to the old house.
After coming out of the bathroom, Wen Baijing sat at the desk for a long time.
There are countless blessing messages on the phone, but there is no such message from that person.
A long time ago, he had a dream in the old house.
Australian yellow nectarine, light snow strawberry, emerald candied dates