Just after the Gregorian New Year, the drizzle kept falling again.

Silver needles like cows sprinkled from the sky like dandelions blown away by the wind, surrounding the red brick villa located on Huashan Road in Jing'an District in a hazy mist. The roses and boulder trails in the villa's small garden were washed by the rain, emitting bright colors.

Yang Baichen looked at the misty garden outside the window and was stunned for a while. Until the water in the sink was about to spread to the counter, she calmed down and washed the basket of New Zealand cherries soaked in clear water.

With Yang Baichen's identity and status, he didn't need to wash fruits by himself, so he could have given them to Sister Guo to do it. But seeing the cherries are bright and cute, and it was a gift from Wang Guangyu himself. It is rare that he would visit the Zuo family's residence during the past year. Every time he brought the gifts he brought, he was very particular and attentive. In order to show the respect of the mistress of the Zuo family for the distinguished guests, Yang Baichen insisted on washing the cherries by himself.

In addition, Yang Baichen also had a thought. She wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to wash fruits to leave space and time for Wang Guangyu and his daughter, and create more opportunities for them to get along.

When she thought of her daughter, Yang Baichen's two thin-pulled eyebrows frowned again, and there was a layer of worry that could not be dissolved between her eyebrows.

It has been more than a year since Wang Guangyu was introduced to his daughter, but the relationship between the two did not develop as much as they expected.

Yang Baichen originally thought that his daughter was just protected too well in this family since she was a child, and she was a little spoiled and arrogant.

Yang Baichen always believed that after her daughter left school, as her social circle expanded, she would have a wider range of men. Sooner or later she would understand what kind of man would be suitable for her.

In order to find a partner for her daughter, Yang Baichen spent a lot of effort and started planning long before her daughter graduated.

In the network between the Yang family and the Zuo family, the outstanding single young men of appropriate age who can be contacted have been basically identified by Yang Baichen, and only Wang Guangyu is the best choice.

In terms of family background, his father was once the mayor of Hanhai City, and his brothers and sisters made great achievements in their respective fields. In terms of talent, he graduated from the prestigious American university at the University of California, Berkeley. After returning to China, he started a business and opened an art production company. He was successful in his career. In terms of talent, he was tall and handsome, mature and sophisticated in dealing with people. He was very good at talking about music and art, and was very fond of women.

No matter from which point of view, Wang Guangyu is the best choice that his daughter can find at this age, and is also the man who best meets Yang Baichen's ideal son-in-law standards. She really can't see where Wang Guangyu is not good enough. Why is his daughter always lukewarm to him? The two have been developing very slowly.

Is it because of her first love boyfriend in college?

Yang Baichen shook his head, feeling that his idea was nonsense.

The young man who looked ordinary, no matter his family background or appearance, could not compare with Wang Guangyu at all. Why did his daughter never forget him?

Just because they had a relationship in college? It's ridiculous.

In Yang Baichen's view, the so-called romance in college is just the product of oversecretion of hormones in young people. It is only possible and limited to survival on campus. Once you enter society, the romance during campus will appear extremely naive and inappropriate.

Yang Baichen never believed in campus romance, so she chose to marry Zuo Yuqiu before she graduated. Although Zuo Yuqiu was over 20 years older than her, his fame and charm were not comparable to those naive male classmates.

Yang Baichen doesn't believe that his daughter will be so naive. She should have the same vision as herself and know how to choose an excellent man.

With such confidence, Yang Baichen drained the washed cherries and wiped his white and plump hands on the soft white towel. Then he held the basket of fresh cherries and walked towards the living room with a smile.

......

Wang Guangyu stood in front of the long floor-to-ceiling window with the Roman curtains lifted up, and looked absent-mindedly at the girl who wrote in front of the window and wrote in front of the desk.

This book case is made of good huanghuali wood, with a simple and elegant look, just like the girl in white in front of the case.

She was wearing a moon-white cross-collar wide-sleeved cotton jacket, revealing an elegant and slender neck, and her long, silk-like black and smooth hair was fixed with an ivory white hairband. Her clear and refined melon-shaped face was thinner than at the beginning of last year, making people look like I felt pity.

From Wang Guangyu's perspective, she could only see her brows as curved as a distant mountain, her long and dense eyelashes as low as a fan, and her bright red lips slightly pursed under her white and delicate nose. Although she did not have a trace of makeup on her face, she was as beautiful as the characters in the painting.

At this time, she put on the sleeve of her right hand, revealing a piece of white arms that was so swollen that she was as delicate as a green onion tube. She held a white-haired brush in her five delicate fingers, waving on a four-foot-length piece of raw rice paper.

As the soft and hard brush strokes slid, lines of firm and elegant but elegant ink words popped out one after another under her soft wrist and appeared on the paper. To write a good running script, in addition to mastering skills, there are certain requirements for the wrist strength and body posture of the pen, but both from her expression and body posture, they are very soft and coordinated, and natural, as if she has practiced these movements countless times, and the content she wrote in her writing has been repeated countless times.

Although Wang Guangyu had no idea about calligraphy, he could also see that the running script she wrote had considerable attainments, and had a clear and flowing temperament that was neither humble nor arrogant, and was independent of the world, just like the feeling that Zuo Xiaoxiao gave him.

Even for Wang Guangyu, a veteran of flower clusters, Zuo Xiaoxiao can be regarded as the best category of beauties he has ever seen. Although her appearance and figure are not very amazing, she has a temperament that is difficult to describe in words, which makes people happy to see her. She dare not be looked down upon at all, so she can only watch from a distance through a layer of veil.

This girl is different from all the women Wang Guangyu has ever met before, so it also inspired him to pursue Zuo Xiaoxiao.

However, after getting along for the past year, Wang Guangyu found that there was no progress between him and her. The girl was gentle, polite and polite at any time and anywhere, and looked like a standard lady should be.

But these are limited to the surface. Wang Guangyu could not penetrate into her heart, nor could he guess what was thinking behind her clear eyes. So until now, their relationship was more than ordinary friends, and they were still a long way from their lovers.

This is undoubtedly a blow to Wang Guangyu's self-confidence. From childhood to adulthood, he has always been in trouble in women. He can also count his girlfriends who have been dating back and forth with two hands. They are all big beauties, as well as several well-known big stars at home and abroad.

But just like Zuo Xiaoxiao, all his advantages, charm, and methods were unavailable. Under her soft and weak appearance, there seemed to be a deep protective cover, which blocked all Wang Guangyu's offensive, leaving him with no choice but to use his tricks in front of this cover, and could only watch from a distance from the door.

Just like this time I visited today, even though he brought expensive New Zealand cherries and made Yang Baichen laugh with his funny and humorous conversation, Zuo Xiaoxiao always looked like an outsider, with a faint smile, occasionally speaking softly to her mother a few words, while the rest of her energy was all focused on the brush that was constantly waving in her hands.

It seems that the ink words on raw rice paper are more attractive than Wang Guangyu.

Standing aside, Wang Guangyu was a little embarrassed. If his buddies and girlfriends knew that the dignified Prince Wang from Hanhai City and the romantic swordsman who wandered around the flowers could not do anything to a newly graduated girl, then his face would be lost.

Fortunately, Wang Guangyu's embarrassment did not last long, because Yang Baichen quickly came out to save him.

......

Today, Yang Baichen was wearing a loose purple-red modified Tang suit jacket. His neckline and cuffs were covered with dignified and atmospheric peony embroidery patterns. His long black and shiny hair was tied into a classical bun behind his head, and satin embroidered flat shoes with double phoenix patterns under his feet. A piece of white and round ankles were exposed under the silk trousers.

She was dignified and gorgeous, and stood with her beautiful and refined daughter, and each had her own beauty, which made Wang Guangyu stunned.

"Xiaoxiao, look at how fresh the cherries Guangyu brought you. Try it and it's very sweet."

Yang Baichen stretched out his white and plump fingers, picked up a bright red cherry, and handed it to his daughter with a smile.

Zuo Xiaoxiao stopped the brush with ink on her wrist, gently took the cherry handed over by her mother, and smiled faintly:

"Thank you, Brother Guangyu."

She thanked her, but her eyes were still on the rice paper. She naturally placed the cherry on the other side of the desk with her left hand.

Zuo Xiaoxiao's actions did not harm his mother's face, and also showed etiquette in front of Wang Guangyu, which could be said to be without any omissions.

However, although she took the cherry sent by Wang Guangyu, she put it aside. This behavior implies that the two are different, and she has her intentions.

Seeing his daughter's actions and the disappointment flashing in Wang Guangyu's eyes, Yang Baichen was afraid that his daughter's behavior would dispel Wang Guangyu's idea, so he said with a smile:

"Xiaoxiao, Guangyu just came back from the United States and came to see you. You sit down, everyone watch TV, chat, don't keep writing."

Zuo Xiaoxiao nodded gently and said softly:

"Well, I understand. Mom, you know that I don't watch TV normally. You can sit with Brother Guangyu for a while. I will finish writing the words in my hand, and then come, okay?"

Faced with his daughter's words that both soft and hard, Yang Baichen felt helpless.

She knew her daughter's personality, and once she decided that something would be difficult to turn, it would be difficult, so it is unlikely to force her to suspend writing at this time.

So Yang Baichen had to apologize and smiled and said to Wang Guangyu:

"Guangyu, I'm sorry, you watch TV for a while. Xiaoxiao's father is still visiting in Germany, so why can he play chess with you?"

Wang Guangyu shrugged gracefully, saying that it was okay.

The two sat on the sofa in the living room, facing the newly purchased LCD TV, and chatted.

"My uncle visited many countries during this trip to Europe, and it has caused a lot of response in the overseas literary circles. I see that next year's Nobel Prize has great hope."

Listening to the compliment of Wang Guangyu, a layer of unconcealed smile suddenly appeared on Yang Baichen's round and smooth face. She waved her hand gently and said modestly:

"The one that cannot be forced, our old master has always said that he values ​​the role of literature in educating people's hearts, and it doesn't matter whether he wins an award."

Although Yang Baichen said so, the meaning expressed in his eyes and movements was not as indifferent as she said.

Wang Guangyu is a person with a nimbly orifices. He quickly found Yang Baichen's personality preferences and specifically selected the topics she liked. He often praised Zuo Yuqiu's literary achievements and often patted Yang Baichen's musical accomplishments. His erotic and soft posture quickly made Yang Baichen smile. Occasionally, a few words of just the right humor made Yang Baichen reveal his teeth.

Although he is almost middle-aged, Yang Baichen's appearance and figure are well maintained. At this time, he laughs like a blooming flower in the rose. His naturally charming posture will attract any man's attention.

However, Wang Guangyu, who was sitting opposite her at this time, did not notice this because his eyes were completely attracted by the girl in the distance.

At some point, Zuo Xiaoxiao raised her head that had been low, and her clear and transparent pupils looked at it from afar. Cooperating with her beautiful face, she gave people a kind of ethereal beauty of mist and rain.

However, the usual calm eyes seemed to be looking at something, sparks of joy flashed in the moment, and filled with inexplicable melancholy. The complex eyes made Wang Guangyu unable to understand, but he couldn't take his eyes away.

Wang Guangyu did not notice that a financial news broadcast by Hanhai News on TV mentioned the news that an Internet startup in Hanhai City received huge financing. The news not only included the name of the company and the amount of financing, but also the live speech of the founder of the company.

The angle of the LCD TV was placed just in front of the book's desk, which was exactly what Zuo Xiaoxiao was watching.

Yang Baichen didn't notice Wang Guangyu's eyes either. She was still thinking about how to make Wang Guangyu and his daughter stay for a while, and how to use how to help them close the distance.

She seemed to remember something, slapped her thigh, stood up, and said with a smile:

"Guangyu, it's just the right time today. You will stay for lunch and have some food. I'll go and give instructions to Sister Guo."

Wang Guangyu has a rare opportunity to live with Zuo Xiaoxiao, so he will naturally not be polite.

......

Watching Yang Baichen's swaying figure leave, Wang Guangyu casually walked to the desk and said with a smile:

"Xiaoxiao, you have finally finished writing this masterpiece."

Zuo Xiaoxiao didn't look at him. Her mind seemed to be still at the previous stage. The expression on her face seemed to be happy but not happy, but she just said lightly:

"I haven't finished writing, but I plan to write it later."

Wang Guangyu did not doubt that he was there. He pretended to appreciate the calligraphy and came to the desk, looked at the raw rice paper full of beautiful running script, and said in surprise:

"Hey, you seem to have forgotten a few words in this poem."

Zuo Xiaoxiao was speechless and did not answer Wang Guangyu's question.

At this time, Yang Baichen walked out with a tea tray. She enthusiastically arranged Wang Guangyu to sit down and drink tea in the living room.

Wang Guangyu just asked casually, but he didn't take the missing words in the poem seriously. Soon he sat back on the sofa with Yang Baichen.

They did not see or notice that Zuo Xiaoxiao, who stood in front of the desk, was as calm as water, but her eyes were turbulent. She looked at the unwritten words on the desk table and said softly to herself:

"I haven't forgotten."

The piece of raw rice paper is written by Su Shi's poem "Ding Fengbo: Don't Listen to the Sound of Flying the Leaves in the Forest". Zuo Xiaoxiao only wrote the first half of this poem, but missed the last three words. The first half of the poem is:

"Don't listen to the sound of leaves hitting through the forest, why not sing and walk slowly.

Who is afraid of bamboo sticks and straw shoes being lighter than horses?

A raincoat..."

Zuo Xiaoxiao's writing ended abruptly and her feelings were still not over.
Chapter completed!