Future Crystal Crown

"Ahem," Mrs. Rand took the rare initiative to end the unpleasant conversation. "What would you like to eat tonight?"

"Anything is fine." Qiu.

"What kind of talk is this? When asked what you eat, you won't say that you were adopted. Are you so humble and unconfident?!" Grandma was anxious.

Qiu looked at grandma in surprise, and thought to himself, am I not adopted, am I my own?Not making demands is humble and lacks self-confidence?Oh well. "I want honey-glazed veal steak, mashed green beans, and macaroni with apples and potatoes."

Mound to order.

"Huh, I'm pretty good at eating." Grandma muttered, turned and went out.

On the dinner table, silverware and crystal glasses gleamed.It's like going back to the ancient palace.

There is the tender honey-glazed veal steak that Qiu likes, and the traditional cheese and green bean mash of the Rand family.

The rich flavor is too delicious to hold your head up.Mrs. Rand on the other side of the table gracefully used a knife and fork, and looked at Qiu from a distance, showing a little surprise on her usually serious face.

"Why do you look like you haven't eaten for a long time?" Mrs. Rand asked.But I also know that Qiu has not had such a decent meal for a long time.

When Qiu heard Mrs. Rand speak, he stopped what he was doing and looked up.

"Grandma, did your brothers tell you that your veal steak is exactly the same as your mother's?"

"Ahem, how could I be like her?!" Mrs. Rand's good mood just now was shaken again. "If you can't even tell who's craftsmanship is high or low, you might as well take that plate out and feed it to the dogs."

"Uh. Feed me. Thank you grandma." Qiu.

Mrs. Rand snorted, and looked away arrogantly from Qiu.

In fact, the recipes are handed down from family. Since they are mother and daughter, the taste of the stew is naturally the same.It's just that Mrs. Rand has an awkward temper. In order not to admit that her daughter's cooking is delicious, she is so stingy that she refuses to accept compliments.

Qiu didn't care about that, just lowered his head and continued to eat vigorously.When he pushed the plate away, Qiu felt tired from eating. "Grandma, today's dishes are really delicious."

"Well, after eating so much, it seems that it is almost better." Mrs. Rand was quite happy, but her face still had the usual sarcastic expression.

"Have you been with your parents all these years?" Grandma asked.

"Yes, I was brought up by my parents." Qiu said.

"What does your mother do at home every day?" Mrs. Rand asked calmly.

"Mom sends me to school, picks me up after school, cooks, does housework, helps me with homework, and does volunteer work... well, many things." Qiu.

"Hey, what a country woman." Mrs. Rand snorted disdainfully.

"……"mound.

"She has never done housework before. She likes history, literature and art. She can play the piano, appreciate famous paintings, and likes to discuss literary genres. The people she contacts are all famous artists... She can also arrange flowers now Is it?" Mrs. Land asked.

Qiu nodded quickly. "Yes, my mother tidies the garden every day, fills the vases, and there are flowers everywhere in the house. They are available all year round."

"You will do these useless things!" The old lady snorted, as if she didn't agree, she always felt that Laura's life could only be poor and bitter.

Qiu quietly sighed, as if grandma couldn't believe that her mother was living a happy life no matter what.

"Let's go, they are going to clean up the tableware." Grandma told Qiu.

"Yes." Qiu stood up.

There are so many servants on the first floor, there are only two of them eating but they are also hugging each other.The ostentation of the wealthy family made Qiu feel a little uncomfortable.

Qiu returned to his bedroom on the second floor, where there were fewer people.

It was still some time before he went to bed, and he was strolling casually in the corridor. Outside the window was an exquisite garden, decorated with elegant lights even at night, the whole courtyard looked like an exquisite postcard.

Qiu saw an open door to a room filled with bookcases. Qiu knocked on the door and found no one there.So he wandered in.

This is a study room, with purple tulle hanging on the curved floor-to-ceiling windows, and a princess seat and coffee table in front of the window.

There are a lot of books in the bookcase. Looking at them row by row, they are neat and beautiful.

Qiu casually browsed through the books, which were written a long time ago.It tells the most classic civilization and wisdom of mankind.Qiu randomly took out a copy, opened the title page and saw his mother's signature on it.The handwriting records the time when the book was purchased...

Looking at the date, Qiu imagined that the time would go back to a few years ago. At that time, his mother stopped here, holding this book and flipping through it gracefully...

At that time, she must not have imagined that so many things happened later, and she would not have imagined that one day the child she adopted in the far frontier would come here and stand on the same date and open the same book where she once stood .

Some things seem to be doomed in the dark.

Yau carefully put the book back in its place, only to turn around to see something even more surprising to him on the opposite wall.

It was a colorful oil painting.The size is not large, but the content is shocking.

In the painting is a corner outside a certain palace, an angel with white wings descends to the world in the setting sun, the stream is flowing happily, rose bushes are blooming enthusiastically, and on the far horizon, a round of sunset color exudes waves of charming wine like wine. shimmering light...

Qiu was surprised that the picture he had dreamed many times was actually the content of this oil painting.Could it be that my mother copied this oil painting for myself to see?Then why haven't I seen this painting since I grew up?

Qiu turned on the communicator and dialed the number at home.However, his mother told him that she had never seen the painting.

Qiu was dumbfounded.

Looking at this oil painting called "The Return of the Angel" again, Qiu felt that this matter was a bit strange.

"Knock!" Someone knocked on the door from behind.It was grandma, holding a large vase of flowers in her hand.

Qiu hurried over to help.

"Grandma, do you also change flowers at night?" Shouldn't ordinary people put flowers in the morning?

"Flowers at night are different from those during the day. Some flowers can only be seen in their original colors when they come out at night." Grandma put the vase on the coffee table, carefully arranged the flowers inside, and then left with satisfaction. Sit down in a nearby chair.

"Qiu, come and sit with grandma for a while." Grandma pointed to another empty seat next to her.

"Oh." Qiu walked over.

Looking at the freshly placed flowers, the two felt the strong fragrance of roses overflowing in the air.The bunch of flowers are black roses, luxurious, elegant and mysterious.Each petal is thick and velvety in texture.

"Women should not only be emotional animals, but also have wisdom." The old lady said slowly. "In a family like ours, the most important skill is to know people. It is the most correct choice to find those people who can make us go higher and further together at a very young age, so that the family can continue to prosper. As for Emotions, those that are accompanied by impulsiveness, blindness and irrationality should be ruthlessly rejected. As a successful public figure, we must always maintain sobriety and reason." Mrs. Rand.

Hearing what grandma said, Qiu couldn't help worrying, did his brothers think the same way?

"Grandma, maybe it was a mistake for my parents to be together in the first place, but they have lived together for so long, they love each other and live happily. Have you ever thought about what will happen to the rest of their lives if they are separated now?" Qiu wants Be fair to your parents.

"But if they don't separate, have you thought about how to eliminate those hatreds and slanders?" the old lady asked Qiu.

"……"mound.

"You can't feel it in this position, but your brothers, their future will be very difficult." If the past problems are not resolved, they will always be someone else's deputy and be covered by others' halo.

The old lady stared at the black rose on the table, worried.

The originally small study room became extremely quiet, and both of them looked at the vase of blooming flowers in a daze.

In the end, Qiu spoke first.

"Grandma, can you tell me how this painting came about?" Qiu pointed to the painting on the wall.

"Is that? That was given by someone else." Grandma didn't seem to care about the painting. "It seems that once I went to a charity event to care about the breeding of aliens, and I said something on it. Not long after I came back, someone sent this painting over, saying that a girl down there heard my speech I suddenly had an inspiration and drew this painting.”

"Does grandma know the author of this painting?" Qiu hoped that grandma would tell him where to find this person immediately.

Grandma, however, shook her head. "No, I'm not interested in what she said at all, I just think the painting looks pretty, so I hang it here."

"What did she say?" Yau asked.

"Hmm..." Grandma's eyes wandered a little, she hesitated for a while before she spoke embarrassingly. "She said that if you put this painting in my daughter's study, an angel will bless my daughter... Ha, that's the most common sales method, but I still asked someone to send her a large sum of money."

Alas, Qiu is so disappointed.

"Grandma, I want to go back to the military headquarters tomorrow. There are still many things waiting for me to do there." Qiu offered to resign.

"Leave tomorrow?" Grandma looked at Qiu exaggeratedly. "No more good meals?"

"Pfft, I really want to, but everyone else is busy, so it's time for me to go back to work." Qiu laughed.

"Then just go, don't say I didn't take good care of you..." Grandma muttered, looking unhappy.

"Grandma, with your permission, I'd love to see you again on the weekend." Qiu laughed along.

"Who cares!" Grandma turned her head away eagerly.

Yau returned to the office to report for duty early the next morning.

He was greeted by the long-lost Colonel Hawke.

"Little Cook, welcome back. Are you in good health?" The old Hawk was full of energy, looking up and down Qiu with his hands behind his back.

"Thank you, sir. I'm ready, please assign me a task." Qiu also felt very kind when he saw Hawk.

"All of us now have only one task, which is to search for all the sprouting centaur trees as soon as possible." Hawke said.

"Yes, sir." Qiu saluted crisply.