Ever since she was born, Shanshan has never seen her mother shed tears more than once.
Although her mother is not a great hero, she can open a shop and earn money. She can support the whole family by herself. In Shanshan's heart, my mother is the most powerful person in the world.
When I was in Yuncheng, people would occasionally bully my mother, including business and elders of the Wen family. But when she was bullied by those people, my mother rarely cried.
But after arriving in the capital, she saw it twice at once.
Shanshan ran over in a panic. She stretched out her hand, and a tear fell right into her palm. It was hot, like scorching lava. Her palm subconsciously shrank, and then she became sad.
"Mom, have you met the third aunt again?" Shanshan stretched out his hand to hug his mother, put his soft cheek against her face, and rubbed it gently, all the undried tears touched her face. on, making her cheeks wet.
Wen Yiqing wiped her face, then took out her handkerchief and wiped her daughter's face dry.
Shanshan pounced forward and curled into her arms like a puppy. Wen Yiqing had to stretch out his hand to support her.
"Mom, next time you go out, take me with you." She raised her head and said seriously: "If Third Auntie bullies you again, I will help you beat her."
The corners of Wen Yiqing's lips curled up, her eyes were still red, and a smile appeared on her face: "You are still so young."
"Then...then I'll find Brother Shitou. Brother Shitou is awesome."
"How can you teach a stone to do bad things?"
Shanshan wrinkled his face and said dissatisfiedly: "It was the third aunt who bullied you first."
"It's not her." Wen Yiqing lowered his head and gently rubbed his chin on the little girl's head. Fang's heart, which was still riddled with wounds, felt comforted by his little daughter, as if a layer of warm medicine had been applied to it. She said: "It has nothing to do with her."
Be good and stay still.
She was dumbfounded for a while before finally remembering what her mother had said to her before going out. My mother went to find her grandmother.
Shanshan was stunned. She asked in disbelief: "Did grandma bully you?"
Wen Yiqing remained silent.
"But isn't my grandmother my mother? Why did she bully my mother?" Shanshan said doubtfully: "Did the monster turn into my grandmother? Sun Dasheng also encountered it, and the monster turned into his master to deceive him. Mother. , have you been cheated?"
Wen Yiqing did not respond, but gently touched her cheek.
yes. Aren't they her biological parents?
She also wanted to know, if she didn't have the affection that had been with her since she was a child, then even the blood relationship would be so indifferent that she wouldn't even have the weight to keep her in his heart for a while.
Since her parents passed away, she has been raising her daughter alone, and she has received so much criticism and neglect. Manager Qian came all the way from the capital to take her back. At that time, she also looked forward to having her parents take care of her. Although she is a mother, she is only in her twenties. When her parents were still alive a few years ago, she was also loved by her parents.
Maybe she just had few relatives. Her parents who loved her died early, and her parents, who were related by blood, did not care about her.
Fortunately, she still has a daughter.
Wen Yiqing sighed and gently hugged the little girl into his arms: "Shanshan, mother still has you."
"Mom, why does grandma bully you?"
"Mom doesn't know either."
"Mom, why don't we go back to Yuncheng." Shanshan hugged her distressedly and said, "You were happy when we were in Yuncheng."
Wen Yiqing smiled.
She touched the little girl's head and ran her fingers through the soft hair. The little girl ran out in a hurry. She had already torn off her shoes that she was not wearing, and her feet were bare. Wen Yiqing grabbed her cold feet, hugged her and stood up.
"Don't you want to hear about your father?" She said warmly, "How about Mom tell you?"
Shanshan hesitated for a moment.
"Don't you want to hear it?"
Of course Shanshan wants to hear it.
She held her mother's face, touched her eyes, and asked with some uncertainty: "Then will you still cry?"
"Do not cry."
"Okay, then I'll listen." He seemed reluctant.
Wen Yiqing laughed and carried her back to the bedroom.
She wiped Shanshan's feet with a hot and moist cloth, and wiped the itchy areas on the soles of his feet. Shanshan couldn't help but huddled deep into the bed, and was caught by her mother quickly and stuffed into the quilt.
Wen Yiqing went out. Not long after, she also finished washing and came back with moist mist. Shanshan quickly squeezed to the other side to make room for her mother.
She grabbed the quilt with bright eyes, and her little face was full of anticipation.
Wen Yiqing blew out the lamp, lifted the quilt, and her black hair hung down like a waterfall. She was lying on her side, supporting her head with one hand, and gently patting her daughter through the quilt with the other hand.
"Where to start?"
Shanshan couldn't wait to ask: "Mom, how did you and my father meet?"
Wen Yiqing smiled lightly.
The room was dark, with only the dim moonlight shining in through the paper screen. She stared at the moon shadow on the wall and fell into memories.
It was a rainy spring day.
She took her maid out for an outing. One moment it was clear skies, and the next moment it started pouring rain. She had to hide in a nearby pavilion in a hurry.
The man knew some etiquette and saw that she was a girl going out alone with her maid, so he stood outside the pavilion in the rain and asked her if she could come in and hide for a while. During this period, the servant next to him wanted to rush in, but he also stopped him.
She agreed happily.
The pavilion is so small that each person can occupy one end of the pavilion and can catch the other person's eyes when he raises his eyes. It was raining heavily outside the eaves, and water dripped from his body, which was really funny.
There was no intersection at that time. After the rain stopped, the two of them walked in different directions.
A few days later, she took her maid to stay in a villa, only to find that the courtyard next door, which had been vacant for a long time, had residents. Different from the embarrassment in the heavy rain, that man was handsome and had extraordinary conversation. Although he was only a few years older than her, he always had a straight face and was more serious than her father.
Later, when the two became acquainted, she learned that he was from the capital city and came out to have fun and relax, so she stopped briefly in Yuncheng.
Hearing this, Shanshan couldn't help but interrupt: "My father is from Beijing?!" Her voice was high and full of surprise.
"Um."
"Is my father in the capital now?" Shanshan asked again and again: "If I go out now, can I see him?"
Wen Yiqing patted her gently, and after a while, she said: "Shanshan, we are not going to find him."
"why?"
Because he is a liar.
She was worried that she was already in her hair age, matchmakers kept coming to her door, and her parents also wanted to match her up with Young Master Shen. She had no love for Mr. Shen, and she didn't want to get married in a muddle-headed manner. She was so annoyed that she hid in another village to find peace.
When she confided her feelings, the man nodded without saying anything.
The next day, he came to her door with generous gifts and proposed to her seriously. He said that his family had a small income and a simple population, and he could take her back to Beijing only after the affairs in Jiangnan were settled.
She didn't respond at first, but then she couldn't help herself.
She lost her restraint, forgot her etiquette, hid from the maids, and secretly hung out with the man in the villa. Her parents sent letters urging her to return home, but she turned a blind eye and stayed with a guilty conscience. Now that she thinks about it, even she feels daring to do so.
But at that time, I really thought that he really wanted to marry her.
But it was his servant who couldn't stand it and took the initiative to confess to her. That man already had a wife and children in Beijing, and everything he told her was all lies, and even his feelings were just a temporary pastime. The servant is not a servant, but his brother-in-law.
But Wen Yiqing didn't mention the latter to her daughter.
She lowered her eyes and, through the moonlight, carefully described her daughter's face and the consequences of her momentary indulgence. The little girl's eyes were dark, round and cute, and she was looking at herself eagerly. A soft and soft child was the most lovable, and had no resemblance to the seriousness and coldness of that person. But the shadow of that person is still left in his eyebrows.
Every time she sees Shanshan, she will think of that person.
"You don't listen to mother anymore?" Wen Yiqing lowered his head and gently rubbed the little girl's cheek with the tip of his nose, making the child giggle.
"But, but..." That's a kind father!
She was still a child, how could she refuse her father's temptation?
"Be good, be good, and listen to mother." Wen Yiqing thought for a while and said, "Anyway, I don't know where your father is, and you can't find him either."
"Isn't he in the capital?" Shanshan said hopefully, "Maybe I will meet him on the road."
Wen Yiqing smiled: "The capital is so big."
Shanshan said happily: "I'm still so young."
She goes out every day, looks for it every day, and she will always find it!
Big deal... not big deal, she asked Uncle Shen to help her find it.
Uncle Shen is extremely powerful and can always conjure many things that Shanshan has never seen before. Maybe he can also conjure Shanshan’s father?
Wen Yiqing did not expose the little girl's dream. Anyway, she didn't know her father's name, and she wouldn't recognize her father's appearance even if he saw him in person. Just let her dream continue.
She covered her daughter with a quilt and patted her gently: "Go to sleep."
Shanshan closed his eyes obediently, lay in his mother's arms, with a sweet smile on his face, and went to dream of having a father!
…
Early the next morning, before Qi Wenqian went out, Wen Yiqing stopped him.
"Brother, is there any result for what I asked you earlier?"
Qi Wenqian paused and said apologetically: "I have already inquired for you. Qingsong Academy is not an ordinary school. If you want to stuff people into it, you must have the emperor's nod."
Wen Yiqing was sad.
For a commoner woman like her, she might never see the holy face of someone in the palace.
"Qing Niang, about the genealogy..." Qi Wenqian paused, and when he said this, he felt ashamed. Even though he had objected before, it was his biological father who was in charge of Zhongyongbo Mansion. He could only say guiltily: "It's my family that feels sorry for you."
"It's okay, brother." Wen Yiqing said calmly: "Mom has already mentioned it to me."
"I've wronged you."
She agreed silently.
"By the way, you can ask Lan Zhou about Shanshan going to school." Qi Wenqian said with a smile: "You don't know, he teaches at Qingsong Academy, and he probably knows more than me. You and him... ...By the way, can Mom tell you about your marriage?"
"Mother said it." Wen Yiqing said softly, "I don't want to get married."
He said regretfully: "Lan Zhou is a good man. Since you don't want to, forget it. I will help you refuse this some other time."
Just as Wen Yiqing was about to nod, he thought for a moment and then asked, "Brother, is Mr. He on duty today?"
Qi Wenqian thought for a while: "Unfortunately, he won't have a bath today."
"Then I'll tell it myself."
Qi Wenqian nodded in agreement and told her the address of He's house. Seeing that it was getting late, he hurried out.
Wen Yiqing went back and coaxed her daughter, and coaxed Shanshan, who was clamoring to go out with her, to play with rocks, then prepared a small gift and took a sedan chair to Hezhai.
He Lanzhou is practicing calligraphy at home.
When he heard that Wen Yiqing was visiting, he hurriedly put down his pen and ink. Before going out, he saw ink marks on his clothes. He hurriedly changed into clean clothes before going out to meet the guests.
Before he saw anyone, a smile appeared on his face: "Miss Wen, why are you here?"
He picked up the teapot on the table and wanted to pour her a glass of water, but not even a drop of water came out of the pot. He Lanzhou felt a little embarrassed and said, "Miss Wen, you've been neglectful."
"You're welcome, Mr. He." Wen Yiqing said, "I'm here because I have two things to ask Mr. He."
He Lanzhou's eyes lit up, and he put his hands behind his back restrainedly. Before she could say anything, he couldn't wait to ask, "But what about He's previous marriage proposal?"
Wen Yiqing lowered her eyes and avoided his gaze. She said softly: "Qing Niang has no intention of remarrying. I'm afraid Master He's good intentions will be disappointed."
"..."
He Lanzhou paused.
The smile on his face gradually faded. Although he was disappointed, he still said: "I am also rude. Miss Wen and I have not seen each other for many years. I mentioned this matter rashly, which shocked Miss Wen."
Without waiting for the person in front of him to say anything, he asked again: "Can He continue to pursue Miss Wen?"
Wen Yiqing was speechless.
"Master He, why are you doing this?"
He smiled. When he was at the end of his rope, he had to peek into the sky, and when he was down and out, the girl who reached out to him was like the Goddess of Heaven in the sky. He had remembered it for so many years, and he had already turned this kindness into a secret affection.
He thought she was already married, so he stopped thinking about it. Now that he could see hope, how could he give up?
"As long as Miss Wen is willing to nod, I can wait for ten to eight years, and it doesn't matter twenty or thirty years." He Lanzhou said with a carefree smile: "He has been studying essays since he was a child, and the years have passed by in a blink of an eye. How hard and hard it is to study and test for fame. Many people have spent their entire lives unable to get results. If I could get Miss Wen’s help and become the number one student in high school, I would have exhausted my luck in this matter. Not everything will go so smoothly."
Wen Yiqing was silent, not knowing what to say.
He asked again: "What about the second one?"
Fang refused once, and even she felt shameless when she asked him for help.
She hesitated again and again and said, "Forget it, there's no second lunch box."
"Miss Wen, there is no need to be so polite to me. Even if it's not personal, you owe me a great favor. If you have any request, just ask for it."
Wen Yiqing frowned, still hesitating. He Lanzhou smiled and said, "Miss Wen, I feel bad if you don't repay the favor. Just think of it as helping me again."
Wen Yiqing thought about it, thinking about Shanshan, and finally said, "I heard that Master He is a teacher from Qingsong Academy."
"Exactly."
"I have a daughter who is now at school age..."
He Lanzhou understood what she meant, thought about it, and said, "It doesn't matter, I'll go and mention it to the emperor. I guarantee that the emperor will not be in trouble."
She couldn't help but said: "If it troubles Mr. He, then forget it."
"It's not troublesome. It's a good thing for students to study. Besides, I know what kind of character Miss Wen is. I think the daughter you taught is also a good child."
Wen Yiqing was grateful and thanked him repeatedly.
He Lanzhou said: "You write a famous note, and I will go to the palace and hand it over to the emperor when I have free time today. I think we will have a conclusion soon."
"Thank you, Master He."
Wen Yiqing borrowed his study room, dipped the ink in the inkstone and wrote down a famous calligraphy carefully.
Wen Shan, whose ancestral home is Yuncheng, is five years old...
