At this time, in the ancient Lu family’s old house, the branches of the camphor tree were covered with snow.
Han Yunzhi was dressed thinly because the heating was turned on at home. She sat in the sofa chair in front of the window, looking at the snow outside the window blankly.
I don’t know if Yuchuan will watch it, she really has no clue.
Lao Zhang probably delivered the letter?
As a repentant mother, she was always nervous. She wrote this letter with her own hands and asked someone to send it out in the snow. She mustered up the courage.
After all, for the past 20 years, she has been arrogant in front of Lu Yuchuan.
Yuchuan received the letter and knew it was written by her. Will he read it down?
Or, with his temper, he would just tore it away?
Han Yunzhi's thoughts were wandering, her heart tightly clinging to her, and she was thinking about it randomly.
"Madam." Yuan Ma knocked in and walked towards her with a bag, "Let's see if the wool you want is this color?"
She came back to her senses, got up and took the bag from Yuanma's hand, took out the gradient wool inside, and took it in a bright spot and looked at it.
She smiled and was quite satisfied, "Yes, yes, what I want is this color. I remember Yuchuan had a piece of clothes of this color when he was a child. He liked it so much and often wore it to school."
This is probably her only childhood memory of her son.
"But... can you knit scarves?" Yuan Ma expressed her suspicion.
But Han Yunzhi said to her, "Nothing is born to be able to learn it as long as you want to weave it." She has collected several videos.
Seeing the knowing smile on her face, Yuan Ma understood that the wife would not miss any chance to make up for Yuchuan.
Even if Yuchuan doesn't pay the bill, she will do it with hope.
When she wrote this confession letter, she wrote two letter papers and wrote them for three days and three nights.
In the following days, Han Yunzhi had a new thing to do, that is, knit a couple scarf for her son and daughter-in-law.
After knitting a scarf, she will send it to her in person, and then observe it to see if Yuchuan reads the letter.
These days, Lu Yuchuan took the photos taken by Tong Hua at Zhang Gao's house. Based on the information found by his subordinates, he had never met, but he had a certain understanding of his father's old friend.
Drive alone to their address.
We are all old friends who have a good relationship with our father, and we used to take a lot of photos.
He visited the door as a junior, carrying valuable gifts, which reflected his sincerity.
When Lu Yuchuan saw an older man, who was about 70 or 80 years old and his children were not around, he would be particularly heartwarming, helping the potted plants in the yard to prune branches and loosen the soil...
As soon as he played the emotional card, his relationship with each other became closer. He not only got closer to the truth of the car accident, but also got to know his father bit by bit.
That day, just as the snow stopped, he came to a small foreign building and met an old man.
"Yuchuan, you look really like Chengguang." The old man made a cup of tea and came to the yard, "How is your father okay? There is no news about him in the outside world over the years. We only know that
He is still alive.”
"Thank you for worrying about it, you are recovering." Lu Yuchuan left a back for the old man, carefully loosening the soil for the old man's potted plants.
He will still lie to the outside world because family scandals should not be made public, and Zhang Liqiang's existence will not be known by anyone.
The old man said, "I have the opportunity, let's see when it will be convenient. I'll go see him?"
Lu Yuchuan's actions of loosening the soil for the potted plants did not stop, but he declined with high emotional intelligence.
The old man no longer forced him. After all, I heard that Lu Chengguang became a vegetable after the car accident.
"Grandpa Sun." Lu Yuchuan put down the shovel, went to wash his hands, and then took the cup from the old man's hand with both hands, "Thank you, thank you."
"Do you know how to play chess?"
"I understand a little." Lu Yuchuan's voice was gentle and modest.
"Go with me?"
"OK."
The old man has lived alone for a long time. When he saw a young man coming over and was willing to play chess with him, he felt very happy.
The old man has been ignorant of the world for many years, and he knows that Junyu Group has handed it over to Chengguang's son from the old man.
But I have never paid attention to this young man. I didn't expect that when I saw him today, I was deeply attracted by his humility. I just checked the Internet and found that this young man is quite capable.
"Grandpa Sun, do you know Yang Yiqing?"
When Lu Yuchuan was playing chess, he seized the opportunity to get to the topic of today and reminded, "Yang Yiqing of Shengyu Group."