Chapter 173 Final Solution 2 Encounter

Chapter 173 Final Solution 2 Encounter

On September 2024, 9, the Mid-Autumn Festival, Wen Baijing brought his wife and daughter back to the old house to celebrate the festival. Wen Xin was a little older than in previous years, with white hair, but he was still in good health.

In recent years, having seen the unpredictable nature of life, his great-granddaughter Wen Xiyue becoming smart and clever, and Ye Zhenzhen's career developing well, Wen Xin has completely let it go and his attitude has finally softened.

After lunch, the two brothers Wen Shuowang and Wen Baijing looked at each other and went for a walk in the garden tacitly.

As they reached middle age, the two brothers gradually let go of what happened in the past. Although they had different positions, blood was always thicker than water. In recent years, they had become a little closer than before.

At least we can chat peacefully.

Wen Shuowang pondered for a long time, almost finishing his cigarette, before he spoke: "It seems that you have lived a happy life in the past few years."

Wen Baijing nodded slightly, his face relaxed, his brows peaceful: "Well, I'm very happy, and I'm also very content."

Wen Shuowang took a puff of his cigarette and said, "It was my fault at the beginning. I shouldn't have stopped you."

Wen Baijing was helpless in his brother's regret. He patted Wen Shuowang on the shoulder and said comfortingly: "Sister-in-law is a very good person. You should learn to cherish her. Some people should be forgotten."

Wen Shuowang forced a bitter smile, thought for a while and said, "Apologize to Ye Zhenzhen for me, and you two can live a good life."

Wen Baijing didn't say anything. He knew his brother couldn't put aside his pride and apologize to Ye Zhenzhen, and he couldn't do it for him.

After the conversation in the garden, Wen Baijing walked back to the main building.

Wen Xiyue ran straight to his great-grandfather's study, fiddling with the Southern Song Dynasty black stone pen holder, then picking up the She inkstone. When Ye Zhenzhen chased him in, Wen Xiyue was holding the She inkstone with both hands and was about to drop it on his feet.

Ye Zhenzhen's heart rose to her throat. She rushed over and quickly caught the inkstone, and gently scolded, "Why are you being naughty again?"

The little girl blinked her eyes and her mind worked quickly. Knowing that no one supported her, she smiled and acted coquettishly with her mother.

"I want to see what this is?"

There was a gentle sound of crutches behind him. Wen Xin stood at the door of the study and looked at his great-granddaughter with a kind face.

Wen Yuyue looked innocent and called out in a childish voice, "Hello, great-grandfather."

Wen Xin walked slowly into the study, bent down, touched the little girl's head, and asked amiably: "Hello, Diandian, is there anything in great-grandfather's study that you like? You can take anything you like."

Ye Zhenzhen stood aside and smiled: "Grandpa, please don't spoil her too much."

Wen Xinlang smiled and said, "It won't take many years for her to get used to it. As long as she likes it, that's fine."

Ye Zhenzhen had long since forgotten what happened in the past, and she had no estrangement or prejudice towards the old man. After becoming a parent, she gradually understood the old man's feelings back then. If she put herself in his shoes, she might be even angrier than the old man. She said sincerely, "Grandpa, you will live a hundred years."

Wen Xin smiled and shook his head.

Wen Yuyue bit her little hand and looked around for a while. Suddenly, her eyes lit up and she pointed at a pair of Huanghuali armchairs from the Qing Dynasty. "I like chairs."

After saying that, he skipped over to the pair of armchairs, climbed onto one of them and sat down, swinging his chubby legs at will.

Wen Xin held the crutches with both hands and agreed readily: "Okay, I'll take Nannan home later."

Wen Yuyue was so happy that he jumped off the chair, ran to Wen Xin, hugged his thighs, and laughed: "Thank you, great-grandfather."

Wen Baijing came to the door of the study, and looked at Ye Zhenzhen, and couldn't help laughing and said: "You have a good eye, you only pick expensive ones."

The family of three stayed in the old house until after three o'clock, and then rushed back to Bailuyuan. The Ye family was still waiting for them to come back to celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival.

Ye Mao's two children also came. They made a lot of noise and ran around the yard. The garden was so big that the children would disappear if they were not careful. Wang You and the nanny followed the children all the way to avoid getting hurt.

Lu Yu and his wife returned to Zuiyue Villa to celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival. After dinner, they took their son back to Bailu Garden. The three members of the Lu family appeared at the gate of Wen Mansion. Lu Yu squinted at the two words on the door plaque and couldn't help shaking his head and complaining: "How could he have the nerve to put these two words?"

Zhongli glanced at him and said, "Since his name is not on the property certificate, he can't register it in the Wen Mansion?"

Lu Yu was pulling a cart with several boxes of oranges and home-grown organic vegetables on it, as well as a chicken coop with a few black chickens in it.

Zhongli walked in front holding his son's hand. The little guy didn't let go. He smiled and chased after Wen Weiyue. After catching up with him, he hugged Wen Weiyue and kissed him.

Wen Baijing immediately lost his composure, his face suddenly darkened, and he said to Lu Yu: "You take care of your son."

Lu Yu wiped the sweat from his forehead, laughed dryly, and said, "Come over and help me. This is what the old man asked me to bring to you."

"Nannan." Wen Baijing called his daughter, but unfortunately his daughter seemed not to hear him and ignored him.

Wen Baijing wanted to go over and separate the two children, but then realized that it was a bit of an overreaction. He stood there motionless, not wanting to pay any attention to Lu Yu.

Lu Yu smiled awkwardly: "Why not arrange a baby marriage?"

Wen Baijing turned his head, his eyes slightly annoyed: "What are you talking about!"

Lu Yu pretended not to hear, brought the oranges down, and invited everyone to eat them.

Ye Zhenzhen and Zhongli smiled at each other, linked their arms, and talked in secret.

Occasionally Ye Zhenzhen would joke with Zhongli, asking her if she would think of Chen Bo. Zhongli felt relieved yet a little lost. There were still many five-year periods in her life, but those five years would never come back.

Zhongli would also ask Ye Zhenzhen if she regretted meeting Yuhui. Ye Zhenzhen said that she did not regret it and that the happiness she had today was enough to offset all the hurt.

Ye Zhenzhen looked at Wen Baijing who was not far away. He was blessed by God and still had an extraordinary bearing. The years had made him more charming. He had a well-maintained figure, and his every move showed his upbringing and dignity. He also had lush hair.

The look she gave him was tender and full of admiration, which had not changed over the years. Even though she was considered a strong woman today, her admiration for him remained the same as it was back then.

Zhongli patted her arm, "You! You can't take your eyes off your husband. It's been more than ten years. Aren't you tired of watching him?"

Ye Zhenzhen regained her composure and jokingly asked, "Tell me how you and Mr. Lu got together?"

Zhongli showed a rare shy smile.

The setting sun, the solitary wild goose, the long autumn sky, and soon the blue moment comes. A large piece of chrome yellow spreads its wings and hovers in the sky. Under its wings is an indigo ocean. The sky gradually changes from the quiet and dreamy light blue to the rich blueberry color, with mystery and nobility hidden in it.

This night's Mid-Autumn moon shines brightly in a hundred homes.

In the pond, the lotus flowers are bright and beautiful, standing tall in the water.

Several families celebrate the festival together while watching the moon.

A barbecue grill was set up in the courtyard, and Ye Mao used his cooking skills to marinate a bunch of meat and quite a bit of seafood.

In the evening, everyone sat in the yard and had a BBQ together. Ye Mao was grilling skewers while chatting and laughing with a few people. The children were laughing and playing from time to time.

The moonlight of Yuncheng is reflected in the wine glass, the breeze is blowing gently, the lotus fragrance is floating in the golden cup, the wine is drunk leisurely, and the song is also sung leisurely.

There are a variety of dishes prepared by the chef on the long dining table. Crabs and moon cakes are must-haves for the Mid-Autumn Festival.

Wen Baijing took a crab and carefully peeled the shell and removed the crab legs. After he was done, he handed it to Ye Zhenzhen beside him and said, "Try the newly released crabs."

Ye Zhenzhen took the crab, her eyes were gentle, she held the long-handled spoon with two fingers, and tasted the crab carefully. After taking a bite, she leaned on Wen Baijing's shoulder and said coquettishly: "My husband peeled the crabs so deliciously."

During the years when they were apart, Ye Zhenzhen would receive several boxes of hairy crabs every Mid-Autumn Festival, on time without missing a single year. At that time, she would always steam a big pot of crabs late at night on Mid-Autumn Festival, eating the crabs alone with tears in her eyes, and she would not bear to put them down even when she was full.

Wen Baijing's voice was very soft, but loud enough for her to hear clearly: "Are there any 12-year-old crabs that are delicious?"

Ye Zhenzhen couldn't stop nodding on his shoulder, with a very satisfied expression on her face, "Yeah, it's just as delicious as that year."

Zhongli sat beside her, his skin covered with goosebumps, and was speechless at the two people showing off their affection.

Ye Mao brought the freshly grilled mutton skewers to the table. Lu Yu took a bite of the mutton skewers and gave a thumbs up, praising them highly: "It tastes really good."

Before he finished speaking, Lu Yu picked up the mutton skewer and handed it to Wen Baijing beside him, saying with oil on the corner of his mouth: "Brother-in-law's cooking skills are really good, come and try it."

"That's my brother-in-law."

"I'm just following your instructions."

Wen Baijing took it slowly, and just as he brought it to his mouth, he felt nauseous. He frowned and put the lamb skewers on the plate.

Lu Yu nudged him with his elbow: "Why don't you eat?"

Wen Baijing shook his head and quickly closed his eyes, suppressing the acid surging in his stomach and intestines.

Lu Yu joked casually: "Are you pregnant?"

Wen Baijing didn't dare to speak, he just felt his stomach churning and waved his hands to deny it.

Lu Yu suddenly put down the skewers, as if he had discovered a new world, and laughed out loud: "You must be pregnant, and you're about to vomit again, right?"

Wen Baijing ignored him, suddenly opened his eyes, and ran into the house.

Lu Yu stood up, laughing so hard that he couldn't straighten his back, with a look of gloating: "Hahaha, your good days are here again!"

Seeing that he was going crazy, Zhongli glanced over and said, "Aren't you going to check if your son has eaten enough?"

Lu Yu obediently sat down next to his son, touched his son's head and asked if he was full and if he wanted to eat more.

Ye Zhenzhen laughed so hard that her stomach hurt. She wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and praised Zhongli for his skills in controlling her husband. She wanted to ask Zhongli for some experience.

Wen Yuyue ran to his mother and asked with his head tilted: "Uncle Lu said Dad is pregnant, what is it?"

Zhongli took Wen Xiyue's hand and said softly, "Don't listen to your uncle Lu's nonsense. He's drunk." He touched Wen Xiyue's face and said, "Dian Dian, are you full? Do you want to eat more?"

Wen Weiyue smiled mischievously, broke free from her hand, and ran away happily.

Facing this clever and lovely daughter, Ye Zhenzhen sometimes feels helpless. Diandian is a little smart-ass and Ye Zhenzhen can't coax her at all. The little girl only listens to her father.

Zhongli asked mysteriously, "Are you really pregnant?"

Ye Zhenzhen thought for a while, then said thoughtfully, "It seems like it's a week late."

Zhongli exclaimed, and Ye Zhenzhen pulled her sleeve, signaling her to keep her voice down. Zhongli immediately understood and lowered her voice and said, "Does your husband have any special abilities? It's more accurate than the detector."

Ye Zhenzhen pushed her and leaned close to her ear to remind her: "Don't say anything yet, check it out first."

Zhongli took her plate and stopped her from eating the crabs.

Ye's father, Ye's mother and Wang You were busy with the children, never relaxing for a moment.

Before the banquet ended, everyone clinked their glasses together and said goodbye to their relatives and friends. Wen Yuyue was too tired from playing, so he took a shower and went to bed.

Wen Baijing and his wife held hands and walked in the yard, talking about the possibility of having a second child, and wondered what kind of child it would be.

The wind and the moon were pure and dust-free, and they were mandarin ducks as a couple. She finally grew up in his ten-acre lotus pond, tall and slender, graceful and elegant, and her cool fragrance flew into his poems.

The two were chatting when they suddenly had the urge to go on a night tour of the ancient town.

The driver took the two to the entrance of the scenic area, and they walked into the scenic area hand in hand.

The night view of the ancient town is even more beautiful, with ancient buildings and quaint lanterns hanging from the eaves. Tourists are crowded, including little girls in ancient costumes, couples in love, middle-aged and elderly couples, and all kinds of tourists are walking around the ancient town.

Tourists were taking photos, watching the night view, marveling, and laughing, wearing gray, green, white, pink, and blue clothes.

In the late night, the warm lights echo the night, and the ancient moon by the river shines on people today.

Wen Baijing put his arm around her shoulders, walked on the bluestone road, and moved forward in the golden light.

Ye Zhenzhen was in high spirits and could not hide her excitement: "Honey, the night view of the ancient town is so beautiful."

Wen Baijing said calmly: "When I told you the night view was beautiful, it was you who didn't want to tour the ancient town at night."

Ye Zhenzhen tilted her head and whispered in his ear, "I was afraid that you would take me to a hotel room." After saying that, she couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Wen Baijing was speechless for a moment, a little angry: "Am I not a good person in your heart?"

Ye Zhenzhen showed a sly smile and hooked his finger: "I'm always on guard against others."

"Didn't you fail to defend yourself in the end?"

"You can't say that..."

In the autumn when osmanthus was in bloom and the moon was very bright, they once again boarded the black-sailed boats to sail in the ancient town. The black-sailed boats swayed on the blue waves, creating magical ripples.

Black-sailed boats were coming and going on the lake, and they followed the boats across the stone arch bridge covered with vines.

Ye Zhenzhen shook her numb legs, with bright lights and shadows flowing in her dimples: "Did you deliberately send me crabs that year?"

The colorful colors shone on his well-defined profile, and his noble temperament revealed a calmness. Wen Baijing smiled meaningfully: "Are crabs delicious?"

Ye Zhenzhen raised her hand and gently touched his protruding Adam's apple, "You didn't have good intentions at that time."

Wen Baijing was frank: "I got my wife with a few crabs."

"I'm still more capable. I can handle you with just a plate of osmanthus cake."

"To be honest, you haven't made sweet-scented osmanthus cake for me in a long time since you tricked me into your hand."

"Shall I make it for you tomorrow?"

"Well, my wife is so nice."

"I'm afraid you'll be cheated out of someone else's osmanthus cake."

...

The two of them leaned against each other, Ye Zhenzhen half lying in his arms, her eyes clear and bright: "Do you still remember the day we met again?"

Wen Baijing smoothed her cardigan, clasped his hands around her waist, and spoke gently, "September 2012, 9."

Ye Zhenzhen stretched out her hand to cover the back of his hand and played with his gray-blue cufflinks. Her voice was filled with endless tenderness: "That day was 2012 p.m. on September 9, 13."

Wen Baijing's eyes fell on her white fingers, and he suddenly realized: "Hmm."

In the dim lights on both sides of the river, there is a girl in a white dress as white as snow, and standing beside her is a lonely, proud and refreshing man.

"Ye Zhenzhen, why are you blushing?"

"Look! It's the lanterns that are lighting up the room!"

"You can also be a cold-weather pine, growing high in the mountains, strong and upright, standing on the snowy peaks."

"If you want to be a tree, you should think of it as pine. It does not change its appearance in the cold weather."

...

Caressing the white moon, the world has been looking up and down for a thousand years.

The two of them swayed along with the black-sailed boat, moving forward hand in hand, traveling along the south of the Yangtze River.

"Has your third wish regarding love come true?"

"Well, thank you for fulfilling my wish."

"Zhenzhen, that's my wish too."

The colorful lights on both sides of the river are reflected on the lake, just like colorful fish swimming and playing on the water. Ripples appear on the lake, as if thousands of herrings are following each other.

The bright windows on both sides of the river are like cubes of ice in the whiskey. They string together the happy notes into a gentle and lingering time.

The boatman sang the folk ballad again. Their twelve years had been spent listening to this folk ballad. They still had many more twelve years to go, and many more showers and drizzles.

Every year on this night, the moon is as bright as a silver thread, and my sweetheart is by my side, year after year.

(End of the article)