pampered roses

Ye Wentian didn't come out again, only the staff of the tea house sent over a box of wrapped tea leaves.

Fu Zechen took Tangli and left after getting the tea.

When we got outside, the sky was already dark, and the sky in the distance was sporadically lit with a few stars. The car was driving very quietly on the road, and no one spoke in the small compartment.

Tangli looked out the window, and the trees on both sides kept moving back. She noticed that it was not the way back to Fu Zechen's villa, she was stunned for a moment, and turned to look at him: "Aren't you going back to your side?"

Fu Zechen held the steering wheel, looked straight ahead, hummed, and said nothing.

Tangli didn't continue to ask, and it was impossible for Fu Zechen to eat her.

It's just that when the car stopped at Fu's old house, Tangli couldn't sit still, "Little uncle?"

"Get out of the car."

Holding the tea leaves, Fu Zechen leaned against the car door and curled his lower lip. His eyes were expressionless, and he looked at Tangli and raised his eyebrows, "Everyone is here, let's meet the parents."

Tangli froze, with some hesitation on her face.

When she went to the tea house, she vaguely guessed who the tea was brought to.

When she was a child, she had studied Kunqu opera under the name of Mrs. Fu for a while, and she also knew that Mrs. Fu loved it.

But she didn't expect to see Grandma Fu again in such a sudden situation.

The movements of getting out of the car were a little slow, and Tangli still felt unreal when she stood at the gate.

Not long after, an elderly man came to answer the door.

"Master Jiu is back."

"Uncle Zhang, is grandma asleep?" Fu Zechen handed over the tea in his hand and said lightly.

"Not yet. I have been waiting since I heard that you are coming back, young master." Uncle Zhang has been a housekeeper in the Fu family for many years. Whenever he saw Tangli, he recognized Tangli immediately, and smiled at her gently.

"Miss Tang is here too."

Tangli was slightly startled, her eyes were slightly astringent, "Grandpa Zhang."

Uncle Zhang smiled, "The old lady must be happy to see you."

Tangli clutched the hem of her clothes and said nothing.

Fu Zechen was wearing a coat between his arms, and the neckline of his shirt was askew, revealing a sharp and sexy collarbone. The tails of his eyes were slightly raised, and he looked sideways at her, raised his eyebrows and smiled slightly,

"Let's go, little Luoshen."

Little Luoshen, no one has called her that for many years.

Tangli's face became slightly hotter, she lowered her eyes and pursed her lips, and raised her heels to follow her.

The living room was very quiet. As soon as Tangli entered, she immediately saw an old man with gray hair sitting on the sofa.

Mrs. Fu was wearing a Tang suit, her gray hair was fixed behind her head with a hairpin, and there were traces of time in the corners of her eyes, and she looked at them with a kind smile.

Mrs. Fu noticed Tangli, she smiled for a moment, then frowned, and recognized the person at a glance, "Lili!"

Tangli was stunned for a moment, resisting the bitterness, frowned, walked up to the old lady and knelt down,

"Grandma Fu, it's me."

"Lili...it's really you."

Mrs. Fu put down her teacup, her expression was a little excited, the joy in her eyes couldn't be concealed, and she grabbed her hand: "Lili, where have you been all these years? When that happened suddenly, you..."

She sighed, and stopped talking when she reached the tip of her mouth, not wanting to poke Tangli's heartache, she just touched her face in distress,

"We, Lili, have really grown up, and we look so beautiful."

Tangli pursed her lips, buried her face in Old Madam Fu's palm, and smiled at her, "Grandma is also pretty, she's not old at all."

Old Madam Fu couldn't help laughing, feeling distressed and happy, she nodded her forehead, "Your little mouth is still the same as before."

Fu Zechen stood by, leaning against the fireplace, peeling walnuts for the old lady with his hands, not looking at them much.

"I'll stay here tonight." Mrs. Fu held Tangli's hand and raised her chin towards the housekeeper, "Go and clean up the room where Lili lived when she was a child on the second floor."

Uncle Zhang sighed, turned and went upstairs.

"Don't squat, get up and sit, sit here." Mrs. Fu took Tangli to the side.

Fu Zechen next to him knocked on a walnut and made a sound.

Only then did Mrs. Fu turn her attention to him, and snorted, "Lili, did you find it?"

Fu Zechen leaned against the fireplace with a leisurely expression, and handed the plate of peeled walnuts to the old lady, glanced at Tangli on the side, raised his eyebrows slightly, and said lightly: "No, the little Luoshen flew to me by himself of."

This was said with a hint of humor in it.

Tangli was startled, her heart beat slightly, and her ears felt hot for no reason.

Mrs. Fu understood her grandson's temperament, curled her lips and glared at him, "Go to your own room, you are not in good shape."

She pulled Tangli to the side: "Come here, Lili, and tell grandma how you've been living these years..."

That night Tangli slept in Fu's old house, and Fu Zechen didn't leave.

Even though we haven't seen each other for many years, Mrs. Fu's love for Tangli hasn't diminished by half. The two of them chatted until very late. Mrs. Fu asked about Tangli's situation these years, how she was doing, and where she lived recently. Wait, I asked everything in detail.

The last topic ended with the old lady being tired. After giving Tangli a few words of advice, they each played back and rested.

Fu Zechen seldom stayed overnight in the old house, but this time he slept surprisingly well and didn't have any nightmares.

When I woke up the next day, it was almost nine o'clock.

The black curtains were drawn tightly, and a little light from outside leaked in.

He rubbed the center of his brows, got up and walked to the window, just as his hands touched the curtains, suddenly there was a gentle babbling of Kunqu Opera from downstairs.

"The wind blows to the courtyard

Shake the spring like a thread.

stop for a while

Didn't expect Linghua to steal half of someone's face

The colorful clouds are swaying.

How can I show my whole body in Buxianggui. "

The singing is as melodious as a surprise, and it is like flowing water gurgling into the heart.

Fu Zechen's palms paused slightly, and the curtain that was about to be drawn opened a gap, and wisps of light fell down, catching cold white and slender fingers.

The sun slanted down, passed through the lush leaves, and fell on the person under the tree.

The girl is wearing a light green gown with water sleeves. She has a graceful figure, long black hair tied behind her head, and a slender arm like a white lotus root can be seen protruding from the sleeve decorated with dark green plum blossoms. Xiaqing Lingling's eyes are half covered.

The dark red eye makeup is outlined at the end of the eyes, and the black eyebrows are raised, like a thrush, like a beautiful camellia with thorns.

melodious singing,

Her figure is like a mountain ghost hidden in a landscape painting, while her sleeves are dancing, when she raises her eyes and looks back, she is full of beauty.

Fu Zechen stood by the window without moving, and the sun enveloped his whole body.

Until the end of the Kunqu opera.

The tree shadows sway outside the window, the sound of "rustling" falls,

Tangli opened her sleeves, revealing a clear and beautiful face, and smiled at Old Madam Fu.