[Shanshan is here] Please give me more advice for the rest of my life

When Han Chen called, I was looking at a few photos on the table, probably a little old, the photos looked a little old, but they were well preserved.

Almost all of them are photos of Xiao Wu and his father. I searched for a long time with my eyes, and finally found Mrs. Xiao, who has always been unknown to me—Xiao Wu’s mother at the corner of the table. .

Frankly speaking, it was a bit beyond my expectation.

The woman in the photo is smiling lightly. She seems to have just come back from somewhere. She is carrying a big backpack and is wearing a simple sportswear. If you look carefully, you can still see a little sweat on the forehead. It seems that she has been exposed to the sun for a long time. It's not that delicate white.

However, I still think she is so pretty.

It's not the kind of delicate beauty that is carefully cared for in the garden, but that kind of healthy beauty that looks flying.

She hardly looks like a member of the Xiao family.

I was so preoccupied that the bell rang for a while before I pressed the answer button, and then the pianist Han Da's voice seemed to be relieved: "I actually answered it, so it seems that I'm all right."

I raised my eyebrows, noncommittal: "What should be the matter?"

The other side pondered for a while: "Let me think about it, ah, the kind and simple heroine who married into a rich family, was taken advantage of by the vicious in-laws to go to the tiger wolf's den, and when the hero was dying, the hero arrived in time. Heroes save the beauty."

He laughed: "Miss Xue, I find that you are really scary. Talking to you is too much brain work. I don't know when I will be caught and there will be no scum left."

I was a little helpless: "You haven't been caught before."

"It's not fun to be in a trap." He was a little proud, "Why don't you trap Xiao Wu?"

I was a little amused, and said in my heart that I really didn't have a trick, but if he knew my straightforward way of asking, he wouldn't know what expression he would have.

Although, the result is the same.

So to a certain extent, he is no different from Xiao Wu. Whether he doesn’t want to involve me or thinks it has nothing to do with me, in short, he is not prepared to tell me anything at all. What I see is just what they want. let me know.

Of course, today may be an accident.

Probably taking my silence as a default, the pianist Han Da felt a little annoyed: "Mrs. Xiao, since you confessed, your double standards have become more and more unscrupulous."

"Speaking of which, what about Xiao Wu, why hasn't he made a sound for so long?"

I looked back at the bathroom: "I'm taking a shower."

Lao Gao on the other end of the phone said in a high tone: "Take a bath in broad daylight?"

I couldn't laugh or cry, so I naturally ignored his malicious ridicule: "Do you have anything else to do?"

"I said you didn't hang up if something happened?" He was quite self-aware.

I heard it funny, but when I really wanted to hang up, I heard him suddenly think deeply: "Liu Liu, so you are not interested in these things?"

I was taken aback for a moment, before I said nonchalantly, "Huh?"

"No, but..."

Tsk, he's used to being outspoken in his words and deeds, and this rare look of hesitating and hesitating is very relieved.

After hanging up the phone, Mr. Xiao just came out of the bathroom. He probably heard something, and slightly raised his eyelids: "Han Chen?"

"Ah."

He was only wearing a bathrobe, and the belt around his waist was loose, probably because he was too lazy to wipe it off, and the tip of his hair was still dripping water. He frowned slightly when he heard this: "He's talking nonsense again?"

I couldn't answer this, so I just smiled: "Don't you blow your hair?"

"The hair dryer is broken." Mr. Xiao was very serious.

I didn't realize it for a while: "Then I will go to the housekeeper to get it?"

He stopped talking.

He just looked at me blankly, not knowing why he was unhappy.

I stood there inexplicably for a long time, and it took me a while to understand, and I went to get a dry towel and wiped his hair a little funny.

In fact, I have very little experience in this kind of caring work, and of course I don’t have any skills. If I have to say it, I probably only brushed it during the period after I raised it. I’m actually a little guilty right now. of.

Fortunately, the young master in front of me doesn't seem to be very experienced, and he didn't say anything to complain. He acted like a master who you can figure out throughout the whole process.

I found it funny, so I had no choice but to comfort myself in my heart. If there is no comparison, there is probably no advantage or disadvantage.

When the hair was about to dry, the butler pushed the dining car over and said that the old man had ordered him to meet him after dinner.

I checked the time, it was almost 02:30

Probably because he was going to see his grandfather soon, Xiao Wu ate faster than usual, probably because he thought I would be bored, so he told me that there were books and other gadgets in the room for reading when he left.

When he came back, I was flipping through an old picture album. It should be a small self-made thing, less refined in batches, and more casual.

Most of the inside are watercolor paintings, probably because I was young at the time, so naturally I would not have serious composition and so on. Most of the paintings are small things, sometimes a few bamboos stained white by snow, and sometimes a willow flower. There are unreleased lotus flowers, sometimes butterflies or dragonflies with broken wings, and occasionally, the backs of children. They are all casual graffiti, but they are quite aura.

A small inscription and seal are added below.

I was holding a bookmark of leaf veins in the picture book and was looking at it, when I heard a voice behind me: "Why did you turn it out?"

Probably because this thing really doesn't match his current image, Mr. Xiao was obviously a little uncomfortable, I wanted to laugh but didn't dare, so I decided to change the subject kindly: "What kind of leaves are these made of?"

"White Poplar" he stood behind me and bent down, "There are also maple leaves and sweet-scented osmanthus leaves."

"Easy to make?"

"Boil the leaves with sodium hydroxide and sodium carbonate, and brush off the mesophyll."

The lights in the room hadn't been turned on yet, only the setting sun in the evening dyed the sky into a big orange, he straightened up and went to pour a glass of water on the table: "But it was a long time ago, grandpa doesn't like to play around like this thing."

I flicked through the album for a moment: "So these are and..."

I made a mistake. Logically speaking, I should probably call Mr. Xiao's father Dad, but I just couldn't say it when I was alone.

Mr. Xiao obviously saw my embarrassment, raised his eyebrows slightly: "Yes."

"Painting albums, bookmarks, driving all night in winter just to show me a real heavy snowfall, and planting strange flowers and plants with me on weekends." He took a sip of water, "I don't know where he got the time, obviously Xiao Shi It's not an easy place."

I felt my throat get stuck: "I am very happy to have such a father, Mr. Xiao."

"Probably." He held out his hand to me. "The weather is just right for a walk."

The sun has set a little lower, and although the breath of summer is approaching day by day, the evening in the small garden is still cool and pleasant, and it is indeed very suitable for walking.

I looked at the small piece of irises, struggled for a while before finally saying, "I don't seem to have seen Mr. Xiao's mother."

He was obviously a little surprised, and after a while he smiled slightly: "I thought you wouldn't be curious."

"The Xiao family and the Lu family are family friends, and they are well-matched. A business marriage is probably natural."

Xiao Wu's mother is the youngest daughter of the Lu family. Lu Xin, since the Lu family and the Xiao family are family friends, is naturally a well-known and respectable family. It's just that in the generation of Lu Xin's parents, it has already declined. The son is useless, but now he is only an empty shell.

It is said that Lu Xin's parents, that is, Xiao Wu's grandparents, passed away one after another a few years ago, and Xiao Wu grew up with Mr. Xiao, so I really don't have much relationship with him, so I only stay with Xiao Wu He had a symbolic meeting with his two uncles under the arrangement.

Thinking about it this way, the marriage between the Lu family and the Xiao family is easy to understand. After all, with such a strong support, it is natural to feel at ease. Although, I don't know what the Xiao family wants.

Such a reasonable speculation, but what is the reason for those unexplainable sense of disobedience?

"They gave birth to me in the second year of their marriage, which is considered an explanation to the Xiao family." He smiled again, "This should be all that everyone knows."

I vaguely felt that I seemed to have stepped into some private territory, but I couldn't persuade myself to turn around and leave, so I had to bite the bullet and ask: "Actually?"

"The two generations of the Lu family are ruined. They eat, drink, prostitute, and gamble, and they are involved in everything, but Lu Xin should be an exception." He didn't call her mother-related words, "She has never been a daughter in the traditional sense since she was a child. , worked as a war reporter, photographed zebras and lions in Africa, visited Nicaragua Falls, and tried to climb Mount Everest, and now maybe study kangaroos in Australia."

I think of a donkey friend I once met when I was traveling. He said that searching itself is a kind of beauty.That's why there are people who don't stop when they see beautiful scenery. After all, how do you know there won't be better things ahead?

"So, this marriage was not what she wanted?"

"Not exactly." Xiao Wu tore off a weed among the flowering branches. "Anyway, if you don't care about it, then it doesn't matter who you marry. Besides, it's only in this way that you can explain to her parents."

I finally discovered where my sense of disobedience came from: "Mr. Xiao's father also knows about this."

"Of course, even the agreement to let her go after giving birth to a child was proposed by him." Xiao Wu hooked the corner of his mouth, "So she never cared about other people's criticisms. The Xiao family can come and go freely. There will be a comfortable harbor when she leaves, and someone will prepare everything for her when she leaves."

"In six years, I haven't seen her for more than two months. Even when the car accident happened, it was the third night I stayed in the mourning hall. She just arrived from abroad, and her eyes were finally red. Will people feel relieved, or will they finally feel a little worthwhile."

"So until she dies, she will only know that she had a husband. Although it has nothing to do with love, it can be regarded as "respecting each other as a guest".

"That's probably why he only grows flowers and doesn't raise birds."

Because, I am afraid that the bird will be sad, and I don't want to make myself sad.

My throat was so swollen that it took me a long time to make a sound: "Mr. Xiao thinks so too?"

"No, I prefer to keep the bird in the cage willingly."