Allow her to be pampered

Wu Qingzhi didn't want to tell Chi Rong these dark details, for fear that she would only increase her troubles.

So he stroked the cold look on his face, revealed a soft smile, and gently hugged Chi Rong down to the ground again.

"Okay, let's redo the list now."

Wu Qingzhi said softly, "Don't forget, you have to go back to the old house for dinner tonight."

What Wu Qingzhi said was the agreement made a few days ago to take Chi Rong to see his father.

Wu Qingzhi would often hear that the housekeeper and Mist Sean reported to him about his father's illness. It was nothing more than the time was running out, the deadline was approaching, and there were many unlucky words.

Wu's father is over half a century old, not considered the most vulnerable age, probably because the root cause of the disease fell when he was young when he walked to the West Gate, and now he is sick, it will make the situation worse, and he is very weak.

Wu Qingzhi always refused to visit the sick. He had a deep rift with his father, and the gifts he prepared naturally reflected a stereotyped courtesy.

It's like an outsider.

After work, Wu Qingzhi and Chi Rong boarded the car, but when they saw many gifts neatly stacked in the trunk, they were stunned for a moment.

He asked in a trembling voice: "Chi Rong, did you prepare these?"

Chi Rong grinned and hummed, a little smugly: "That's natural, I got such a precious bracelet, so I have to put my heart into it and repay the elders."

Practical and thoughtful things are naturally daily necessities. When it comes to the top department stores in food, clothing, housing and transportation, it is not a department store, but Chi Erye.

This time, Chi Rong got a lot of good things from her second uncle, rare tea leaves and honey, fluffy silk quilts... It was supposed to be sold at high prices to foreigners, but she taught her to beg for them all.

Giving these things to Wu's father will not only keep the dust, but also keep the grade, which is the most ironic.

Chi Rong has never been a virtuous wife, she is neither virtuous nor virtuous, she is just a child who has just grown up.

However, if it is for Wu Qingzhi, she is always willing to study it.

After Wu Qingzhi saw it, he felt his throat tighten. After a moment of hesitation, he finally said, "Chi Rong, you treat me...it really is the best."

"What nonsense are you talking about, these good things are not for you!"

Chi Rong said something coquettishly, but she had already sensed Wu Qingzhi's wavering in her heart.

But she didn't expose it, it was her tolerance for Wu Qingzhi.

So, all the way in silence, the car traveled westward, leisurely approaching the slightly drunk sunset, and finally stopped in front of that single-family western-style house.

The two of them got out of the car at the same pace, and when they visited this place again, they clasped their hands tightly, no longer the fear they used to have.

This post of returning home was handed back early in the morning. It was written by the housekeeper, and the tone was kind. It only said that it was going home for dinner, hoping for a good meaning of reunion.

Father Wu knew very well that this was not written by his son, but he was still very happy.

So, as soon as Chi Rong entered the door with Wu Qingzhifu, he saw a servant pushing a wheelchair, and in the seat was the ashen Wu father, Wu Zhenglian.

Wu Qingzhi remained silent, opened his mouth, and said in a hoarse voice, "Father, I'll bring Chi Rong back to see you."

Chi Rong also nodded with a light smile, her mouth was the sweetest, she was the sweetest, and she offered gifts, which made Wu Zhenglian very happy.

"The last time I saw you, you didn't dare to call someone..." Wu Zhenglian whispered weakly, "I'll give you this bracelet...it won't be in vain."

At dinner time, although the dining table was moved to Wu Zhenglian's bedroom, the dishes were delicious, in order to teach Chi Rong to eat happily.

On the other hand, the father and son just took a few mouthfuls of gruel.

Chi Rong couldn't bear it in her heart, she just said that if she didn't think about food, her health would not get better, so she wanted to drag Wu Qingzhi to accompany her to the kitchen and beat her up.

It still packs a light wonton, which has meat and vegetables, but is easy to swallow.

When they returned to the bedroom with the hot wontons in their hands, Wu Zhenglian's old figure could be seen in the distance.

Wu Qingzhi turned around suddenly, kissed Chi Rong's forehead with a light smile, and said: "Chi Rong, I'll eat with my father, you can play in the house."

The old housekeeper next to him also smiled and said: "Why don't I take the young lady to look at the photo album and see how the young master looks when he is studying."

"Alright." Wu Qingzhi frowned slightly, "Chi Rong, thank you."

He lowered his head, looked at the two bowls of wontons on the dinner plate, and said softly, "You always treat me so well."

——Even the reason for getting together was prepared for him.

However, Chi Rong followed the old housekeeper into the living room, and as soon as she entered, she saw a photo frame on the fireplace, which was the wedding photo of her and Wu Qingzhi.

The old housekeeper smiled, and then brought back a large dark green velvet photo album, handed it to Chi Rong and said, "Our young master has kept a lot of photos since he was a child. He took pictures, and Madam always likes to take pictures of him."

But I saw the countless photos, from beginning to end, all arranged in chronological order.

The first few pages are about Wu Qingzhi when he was a child. At that time, he was young and his facial features had not yet developed. Now he has a pair of phoenix eyes that are hanging slightly, and he looks very bad-tempered.

But it was the woman beside him, with a smile on her red lips and slanting phoenix eyes, she was beautiful and kind.

Looking back, Wu Qingzhi, who was in his teens, gradually grew taller, showing the heroic spirit of a teenager.

But these photos were taken directly to Wu Qingzhi, and there will be no more after that.

Chi Rong frowned, thinking, why doesn't Father Wu take part in the photoshoot?

The old housekeeper saw the doubts on the young lady's face, so he sighed and said, "Since the master opened the business, he has been busy day and night. The family affairs are handled by the wife. It's a pity that the young master suffered from tuberculosis in that year. At once……"

He whispered, "The young master is angry with the master, and he always refuses to go home. Now, I can only thank the young lady for helping them to reunite... Otherwise, it will be a pity..."

In that room, Wu Qingzhi and Wu Zhenglian ate together, wontons in clear soup with little water, in the silent bedroom.

After a long time, Wu Qingzhi finally broke the silence and said, "You and mother, have you ever had such a pair of pens?"

After finishing speaking, Wu Qingzhi then took out two bluestone-colored pens from the front of his lapel.

However, one is intact, the other lacks the cap, and the nib is also bent.

Wu Zhenglian didn't answer directly, he just said: "If you can achieve success, why not die? I wish I could be a mandarin duck and not be envious of immortals."

Hearing this, Wu Qingzhi clenched his hands suddenly: "Oh, you never cared about your mother, and you never thought about caring about me."

"Qingzhi, I can't do it." Wu Zhenglian smiled weakly, "I didn't take good care of you two, and I have no way of regretting the past... You must have a good time with Chi's girl."

Coughing, he bent down and reached for the bedside table.

When it was opened, there was a wooden box inside. Inside the box was a pair of bluestone-colored pens, exactly the same as the pair in Wu Qingzhi's hands.

Wu Zhenglian unscrewed the body of one of the pens, and handed it to Wu Qingzhi wordlessly.

The father and son are like dumb people, and they can only express their hearts to each other using sign language.

Wu Qingzhi replaced the body of the pen, and sure enough, it fit perfectly, as if made by nature.

Take a closer look, and you can see a small and graceful "Qing" character engraved on the nib of the pen.

"I just had you that year." Wu Zhenglian sighed, "After going round and round, this marriage fell on you and Chi's girl again."

Wu Qingzhi replied: "I will cherish it myself."