Every world is full of ghosts and monsters begging for hugs

Ever since they knew that Bai Yao was coming to Baihuai Mountain on behalf of her parents, the Wen family had been worried about whether the Bai family was interested in the assets held by Second Master Wen.

But in the more than half a month that Bai Yao has been here, she has only come to see and talk to Second Master Wen at most. The rest of the time, she just stays in the yard and doesn't go out much. She doesn't seem to have any plans to do anything small. They gradually felt relieved.

On this day, Bai Yao put a few small red flowers into the vase and placed them on the wooden table in front of the window. Second Master Wen opened his eyes and turned his face to see this brilliant color.

This flower color was the brightest color in his room. Mr. Wen's eyes flashed. He couldn't remember the last time he saw flowers blooming.

"This is the begonia on the top of the back mountain..." Mr. Wen forced a smile, "Have you gone to the back mountain?"

Bai Yao nodded. She carried the vase and walked to the bed, so that Mr. Wen could see every petal of the flowers up close. "I think these flowers are very beautiful, so I brought some back."

The old man said slowly: "She used to like to go to the mountains with me to see flowers. They were very beautiful... very beautiful..."

When he mentioned "she", his eyes were full of tenderness. As for the "very beautiful" he said, did he refer to the flower or the person? This question does not need to be asked, and there is an answer.

Bai Yao knew that Mr. Wen and his wife had lived here all their lives. They had no children and they had truly lived in a world of two for a lifetime. After his wife passed away, his physical condition also plummeted.

Their relationship was of course very good, so much so that even if Bai Yao was curious about the story between him and his wife, she wouldn't ask because she was afraid of arousing his sadness and his body might not be able to bear it.

But Mr. Wen seemed to know what she wanted to ask. He smiled and said: "In the beginning, she and I were just pen pals. We got to know each other through a wrongly sent letter, but for a long time, we didn't know what the other person looked like. , but we can communicate through text. She has been to many places and seen many scenery, and she knows far more than I do."

For the old man, recalling the scenes with his lover many years ago in front of his grandchildren was something that calmed his mind and soul. He was so energetic that he almost forgot about his body that was tortured by illness. How dilapidated it is.

Bai Yao held her chin with her hands, listening in rapt attention, "Didn't my uncle and grandpa want to go to the outside world for a walk?"

"I have thought about it more than once, but my health is too bad and I can't leave here." The old man smiled and said these regretful words, but because of the passage of time, there was no regret in his tone, "When I was born I kept getting sick due to congenital deficiencies, and my parents were afraid that I would die early, so they tried many ways."

Bai Yao tucks the old man into bed, "But Grandpa Ji has his own destiny. You will live a long life, and you will have a good life in the future."

"On the day I got married, I felt that no matter how good the world was, it couldn't be better than this." The old man looked at the girl's young face with a complicated expression. After a while, he said: "The flowers on the back mountain were brought to you by Mr. Su. Picked."

This is an affirmative sentence, not a question.

Facing Bai Yao's confused gaze, the old man said: "The place where Qiu Haitang grows is very hidden. Apart from me and her, only Mr. Su knows."

Bai Yao also nodded generously and admitted, "Yes, we went to pick it together."

The old man closed his eyes and let out a long sigh. When he opened his eyes again, he was already exhausted. "Yao Yao, get out of here quickly."

Bai Yao was stunned for a moment, "Uncle and grandpa?"

"This place...is not suitable for you." The old man's withered hand suddenly held Bai Yao's hand, "Yao Yao, the people here are not suitable for you either."

The door opened from the outside, and the third uncle and his family came in lively, "Second uncle, we are here to see you!"

Seeing Mr. Wen holding Bai Yao's hand and talking, the third aunt's face changed slightly. She was afraid that the relationship between Mr. Wen and Bai Yao was getting better and better.

She quickly walked over and pushed Wen Jiujiu out, "Second uncle, look, this is my daughter Jiujiu."

Then, she pulled her son Wen Ming over, "This is my son Wen Ming. Everyone says Wen Ming looks similar to you when you were young. Take a look, don't you?"

Mr. Wen turned his eyes and smiled with all his strength.

The third aunt patted the two children on the back and said, "I haven't said hello to your uncle and grandpa yet."

Wen Jiujiu and Wen Ming shouted together: "Uncle, grandpa."

The third uncle also said: "These two children have been talking about you, old man. If they were not too nervous about their studies, they would have wanted to come to Baihuai Mountain to see you."

"That's right!" Third Aunt answered and said exaggeratedly: "These two children usually don't have a good attitude toward us, but they are very filial to you, uncle."

Bai Yao was squeezed out of the crowd. She held the vase and glanced at the family of four in front of her.

Wen Jiujiu also felt that her mother's words were too exaggerated and a little embarrassing. She glared at her mother and said, "Mom!"

The third aunt quietly pinched Wen Jiujiu's waist, gritted her teeth and whispered, "You haven't seen Bai Yao working so hard to get closer to your uncle and grandpa. What if you don't work hard?"

Wen Jiujiu looked back at Bai Yao, and couldn't help but murmur in her heart. Her aunt's family had said they were not interested in the property of her uncle and grandfather before, so why is Bai Yao so active now, and it doesn't look like she is not interested in money.

The third uncle also secretly pushed Wen Ming and whispered: "Behave well and buy you a new computer when I go back."

Wen Ming was reluctant. When he heard the words "new computer", his expression became better.

The third uncle and the third aunt still wanted to have some family fun, but the second master Wen had already closed his eyes and fell asleep. They couldn't wake him up again and let him see if his grand-nephew really looked like him when he was young. He could sit dryly and wait for Mr. Wen to wake up.

There was some movement outside the window, as if a branch was swaying here and there in the wind and hit the window.

Bai Yao put the vase on the table, stretched out her head and looked out the window, and happened to see a locust tree not far away, with a faint red corner of her clothes exposed.

His figure moved slightly, resting his hands on the tree trunk, and slowly revealed half of his face. His white hair hung down obediently along his shoulders, outlining a light arc in the breeze.

Bai Yao turned around again. His third uncle and his family were gathered around the hospital bed guarding the sleeping old man.

The third aunt also said with a smile: "Yao Yao, you can go and have a rest. We will be fine here."

Bai Yao smiled equally hypocritically: "Then it's all thanks to you."

She left the room, walked briskly to the big tree, and then walked back, her eyes suddenly hit a large handful of white.

"Yao Yao, Sophora japonica."

The man with white hair and red clothes held a large cluster of branches in full bloom with white flowers in his outstretched hand. The white flowers and green leaves corresponded to each other, as if the entire bright summer day had been sent to her.