Marriage is not out of date: the president's wife is polite

"The more the storm is approaching, the more the fish in the calm water can't hold back. This is the best time to go fishing."

The sky was about to change, and the surrounding scenery became gloomy. Mr. Cheng seemed to be in a state of concentration. He held his fishing rod, and beside him was Mu Wan'an, who was also sitting quietly.

The old man's words seemed to have deep meaning. Mu Wan'an didn't know what he wanted to mention about himself, but he nodded:

"I see."

The two of them have already sat here all morning, and there is very little harvest in the bucket, but Mu Wan'an still sat quietly.

She had never fished before, and felt that fishing was a bit boring, but after trying it today, she felt...it was not bad.

Staring at the water surface quietly like this, breathing slowed down, it seems that even time has stopped, there is a different kind of tranquility.

"Wuxia... what do you think about Song Bingjue?"

It was already raining lightly, and a servant came over to put on raincoats for them. Mr. Cheng asked while tying up the belt:
"He has already chased him to England, which shows that he is sincere. Although Grandpa is very satisfied with him, if he is to choose a husband for you...he is still not qualified."

The dissatisfaction in the words was almost overflowing, Mu Wan'an listened, only thought it was a little funny, and then restrained her expression:
"He... is naturally excellent."

He is a successful person in every way:
"The family background is superior, and he looks good. He doesn't have the bad habits of other rich kids, and he has a good personality."

Hearing her comment on him, Mr. Cheng waved his hand, and he said solemnly:
"I'm not asking you to do an evaluation, I'm asking you to say, do you like him or not?"

This question... Mu Wan'an really didn't know how to answer for a while.

Facing such an old man who really loves her, Mu Wan'an didn't want to lie to him, so she said something carefully:
"If you insist on asking me, I can only say that I used to like it, the kind I liked very much."

The raindrops fell down, and there was a raw pain on the body.

She couldn't help but think of the two people's experience in Mount Jiwu, when the rain was heavier than now, the two people were buried under collapsed houses and mudslides, in a small closet, they couldn't see their fingers, their breaths were intertwined, and the atmosphere was anxious.

Pushing open the door might mean facing death, and they hid in that closet, hugging each other's warm bodies... At that moment, she thought, maybe it's okay to die like this.

"...But, it seems that liking can't solve everything. You can't live together just by liking."

Mu Wanan's eyes were a little confused, watching the raindrops sinking into the lake, the originally calm lake had ripples, one by one, "Love is one thing, but marriage is another. Some people love each other, but they still cannot help being separated; some People are just the words of their parents and matchmakers, but they have lived their lives so plainly."

"is it?"

Hearing her words, Mr. Cheng couldn't help frowning. Her expression was clearly disheartened and lazy. He sighed, and then said:
"If you think like this, it's really a big mistake. You are still young, how can you live more cautiously than an old man like me? I, the granddaughter of someone Cheng, shouldn't be like this. "

"be careful and live long."

Mu Wan'an made a small retort, and immediately showed a sly smile. She didn't want to bother the old man with her personal affairs:
"Grandpa, if you don't reel in the line, the fish will run away."

"Huh? Did a fish bite the hook?"

Hearing her words, the old man was in a hurry for a while. After he lifted it up, he realized that it was a small fish that bit the hook. After he took it off, he threw the fish back into the lake, and looked at the few fish in the small bucket. Fish:
"One meal is enough. Seeing that the rain is getting heavier, let's go back."

Back in the main house where the old man lived, Mu Wan'an was worried that the old man would bring up the old matter again, but unexpectedly after dinner, the old man let her go back.

What she was worried about didn't happen... She couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, Mu Wan'an told the old man to be careful not to catch a cold, and then left.

Seeing the back of her leaving, the old man sighed, and the old servant beside him handed him ginger tea and said in a low voice:

"Miss Wuxia is very filial, old man, you can rest assured."

"The more filial and pure she is, the less I can feel at ease."

The expression became more and more sad, Mr. Cheng closed his eyes, took the ginger tea with one hand, and caressed the pocket watch in his hand with the other hand, which was the only thing left to him by his little daughter:
"She doesn't have a good home yet, and Lixing Su Minjun is such a virtuous person, how can I feel at ease? Wenwen only has such a little blood, if she still lives well, I really can't rest in peace..."

"Old man, it's you who are worrying too much. Although the second young master is not very sensible, it's just that there is something wrong with the relationship between men and women, and it's not a big deal. Even if the second young lady has a big heart, she can't make any trouble... we To put it bluntly, the pillar of the family is still the young master, and the rest of the people are a bit confused, so there is no problem."

The old servant, who is well versed in the old man's psychology, said without haste:
"Besides, Eldest Young Master and Ms. Wen are brothers and sisters, so why don't you take care of Ms. Wuxia? You are worried that Ms. Wuxia will not belong, so Song Bingjue will come to the door eagerly... You, just wait for the blessing!"

"Sigh... Wuxia has a lot of thoughts. I asked about it today, and she doesn't seem to mean love between men and women to Song Bingjue."

Hearing the words "The Eldest Young Master and Ms. Wen are brothers and sisters", Mr. Cheng paused for a moment with his hand touching the pocket watch. After he sighed, he didn't say anything else. Instead, he signaled the servant to go down first.

In an instant, the visible servants in the villa dispersed one after another, and only Mr. Cheng was left in the empty ornate room.

He stood up from the sofa, and walked to the window step by step. It was pouring rain outside, and there were very few people walking back and forth. The whole manor seemed to be shrouded in lingering clouds. This rainy day... was the same as many years ago. That day was very similar.

The past few days have been cloudy and rainy, and Mu Wan'an has nothing to do in the house. When she went to the main house, she saw a corner of the small red brick villa, and she felt a little yearning in her heart.

Seeing her staring blankly at the villa, the servant holding the umbrella for her knew that she was thinking of her biological mother, Miss Wen, so she said in a low voice:

"If Miss Wuxia wants to, just tell the old man and move in."

Thinking of this idea, Mu Wan'an naturally said it, and the old man naturally agreed, but he suddenly asked her about her first marriage, which made her a little dazed.

"...At that time, I was probably grateful. I didn't know the place when I was born abroad. He took care of me and helped me a lot. I didn't expect him to have a car accident later. I think it's good to live with him like this OK."

There are some things that Mu Wan'an doesn't want him to know, especially the fact that she has a child whose whereabouts are unknown. The old man has spent the first half of her life searching, and she doesn't want him to die in endless pursuit and disappointment.

"It seems that you have no complaints against him."

"Why bother? We're all starting our new lives."

Shaking her head, Mu Wan'an smiled under the puzzled eyes of the old man, "I found that I always have a special talent in how to make my life better."

The person who said it was relaxed, but the person who listened was heartbroken. Tears welled up in the eyes of Mr. Cheng:

"You have suffered..."

As soon as he finished speaking, someone broke through the rain and walked in. The grandfather and grandson took a closer look and saw that there were two people, both wearing black coats, but one was mature and stable, and the other had an indifferent temperament.

Seeing the two of them, the expression on the old man's face changed instantly. He took the handkerchief from the servant's hand and wiped the corners of his eyes while glaring at them:
"What a coincidence that you two bumped into each other."

"How is the old man's health recently?"

While taking off the rain-soaked coat and handing it to the servant beside him, Cheng Lixin asked them, the main house is full of old people who have served for decades, and all of them are safe, the servant smiled road:
"Isn't it okay that the person whom the old man has been looking forward to for more than ten years is back? I ate two extra bowls of rice yesterday. Looking at the appearance of my body, it's not just a long life. I think I can live to two hundred years old!"

This was just a joke, but the expression on Cheng Lixin's face was still warm, and he walked in with Song Bingjue:
"If you don't visit your father to take a look, a son can never feel at ease."

After speaking, he sat down on the sofa, and took advantage of the opportunity to ask Song Bingjue to sit down on another sofa.

"You are such a grown-up person, why don't you still need my old father to educate you?"

Anyway, these words are still comfortable to listen to. The old man smiled, and his spirit has improved a lot:

"It doesn't matter if you come here to sit and sit, as long as you don't bring outsiders to trick me away flawlessly."

"What did father say? Wuxia finally came back. I also hope that she can stay at home for a long time."

Looking at Mu Wan'an with warm eyes, Cheng Lixin's words were gentle. He asked her some routine questions, but they were all about recent life, and then he looked at the old man:
"Bingjue and I also met halfway. Father, the house you arranged is too far away. Why do you keep living and going back? Like a child."

"He's coming to take away my Wuxia, it's good that I didn't drive him out!"

Suddenly being accused by his son, Mr. Cheng immediately blushed and his neck was thick. He patted the sofa vigorously to express his dissatisfaction:
"What a chance encounter! I think you took advantage of this kid! You came here to intercede with him!"

This reaction made everyone in the hall laugh, and even Mu Wan'an couldn't help showing a little smile. She looked at the old urchin-like Mr. Cheng:
"Grandpa, uncle hasn't had time to say it yet!"