New...new house arrived?
I drove home quickly without wasting a second.
In fact, I have been thinking about this matter in the past few days. Since Uncle Ma woke up, the senior brother only stayed in Harbin for two days before leaving. Originally, I wanted to keep him for more fun, but the senior brother had something to do at home and returned early.
There was also no news about Hang Yuanyuan when she went home to ask for a house. Including Zhuang Yuwei's new home, I have been thinking about it.
After I got home, the express package had arrived. When I opened it, I saw it was a wonderful landscape painting with pavilions, gurgling streams, and blue skies. The environment was very good.
The most important thing is that sitting in a pavilion next to the stream is a young woman, whose facial features are vaguely similar to Zhuang Yuwei's.
Oops, this is really good. I quickly hung up the painting, then took out the Sanqing fan and informed my sister Zhuang to move!
In fact, there was nothing to move, and nothing in the Sanqing Fan could be taken away. Zhuang Yuwei floated out, first thanked Uncle Ma Yingying, then smiled sweetly at me, then turned around and entered the painting.
Oddly enough, although the woman in the painting was originally painted lifelike, she always felt that she lacked some agility. But when Zhuang Yuwei entered the painting, the woman seemed to have aura and a hint of life.
If you look carefully, you can see that there is a smile in those eyes. It seems that they are happily looking at the surrounding environment and have begun to adapt to their new home.
I was also very happy, so I thought about entering the painting and sharing this joy with Zhuang Yuwei.
However, this time I couldn't get in at all. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't mentally enter the world in the painting.
Uncle Ma slapped me on the head: "Silly boy, do you think you are a god and can go in anywhere? This painting has just started to be used. Without the blessing of incense, it is impossible for you to go in."
I was dumbfounded: "So, I can only look at you like this in the future?"
Uncle Ma smiled and said, "What's wrong with that? People and ghosts are on different paths. She has her life, and you have yours. Haven't you noticed that she rarely disturbs you recently?"
I said blankly: "Yes, you rarely disturb me. Why is that?"
Uncle Ma shook his head: "Because she understands the number of days and her own identity, she can follow you and stay with you, and she has received a lot of benefits. This is already very good. She does not have delusions or force, and everything goes as it comes. When it is time to leave, When the time comes, she will naturally leave.”
I couldn't help but be stunned: "When is the time to leave? Do you mean that she will leave me?"
Uncle Ma sighed: "There is no banquet in the world that never ends. When fate comes, two people will still get together even if they are far apart. But if fate ends, even if two people are close at hand, they will inevitably part ways."
These words made me a little surprised and sad. I looked at the paintings on the wall and murmured to myself: "If this is really the case, then I will keep hanging the paintings at home, and she will always stay. That's okay." OK."
Uncle Ma smiled and said nothing, staring at the painting, and suddenly sighed.
I knew what he was thinking, so I smiled and said, "Would you like to call Taoist Master Zixu? He cared about you very much last time. When you wake up, you should reply and say that you are safe."
Uncle Ma shook his head: "Didn't you already call me? She already knows that I am safe and sound, so that's fine."
I glanced at him: "Wouldn't you like to say it yourself?"
Uncle Ma sighed again: "It's okay if you let me kiss you, but it's not necessary to say it. Anyway, I know she has me in her heart, and she also knows that I have her in my heart. That's enough."
I laughed and said, "Bah, you old gangster, you still want to have a family member... To be honest, have you ever kissed someone?"
Uncle Ma glared: "You little bastard, is this what you should ask? I...I won't tell you."
I laughed so hard, but I didn't ask any further questions, because looking at Uncle Ma's discouraged expression, I knew that he must have never even kissed me, only held hands.
Alas, after spending his whole life surrounded by flowers, he never even kissed the person he loved most. This is considered a great sorrow and regret for Uncle Ma.
But having said that, who doesn’t have a pure and flawless Bai Yueguang in their heart?
Just like when I was in junior high school, the beauty of our class was also the music committee member. She was the prettiest and sang the best. Didn’t she secretly look at me in class and secretly write me love letters?
Later, if it weren't for the love letter falling into the hands of a classmate...
Forget it, don’t mention this anymore, it’s all over!
Now that Zhuang Mei has a new home and Uncle Ma is fine, the only thing I'm still worried about is my house... Oh no, it's Hang Yuanyuan who went to Nanjing to ask her father for a house.
It's strange to say that this girl has been gone for several days, so why is there no news?
Is it true that as she said, her father disagreed, and then she tortured her father in her dreams every day?
With this doubt in mind, another four or five days passed, and it was almost time for my business trip. As a result, as soon as I fell asleep that night, Hang Yuanyuan came back in a hurry.
She did not appear directly this time, but entered my dream.
This dream was very real. I dreamed that I was back in Nanjing. The familiar streets and scenery, the Qinhuai River, the Confucius Temple, and the simple and elegant buildings along the river seemed to have the grandeur of the north and the elegance of the south of the Yangtze River.
Under the setting sun, the Qinhuai scenery in front of you is like a beautiful picture.
At this time, two bearers carrying a small sedan slowly came from a distance and stopped beside me.
I took a look at the two bearers, hey, they look familiar...
It was my eighteen rampant soldiers who followed Hang Yuanyuan back to Nanjing!
I just recognized it, and before I could say anything, the curtain of the sedan chair was opened, and Hang Yuanyuan, dressed in ancient costume, jumped out in a hurry.
I looked at her speechlessly and asked: "What's going on? Why do I see you here? Fang...ah, no, how is our dad?"
She didn't seem to notice that I said "our dad". She held my hand with a somewhat sad expression and said, "Brother Xiao Fan, my dad is sick."
I couldn't help being surprised and asked: "What's going on? What happened to him?"
She looked sad: "Don't mention it. His business has not been good in the past few years. He found another woman and gave birth to a baby. However, the woman deliberately made all his property go away. Now she is holding the baby and flying away. I Dad is so anxious that he has been hospitalized for several days."
My heart sank: "Then...then how is he doing now? Is he in any danger?"
She shook her head: "It's hard to say, but I saw that his soul was no longer with him. The doctor said, what does he have... Alzheimer's disease?"
I muttered: "Alzheimer's disease... Alzheimer's disease... isn't that dementia?"
