At this time, in the quaint old Lu family house, the branches of the camphor tree were already covered with snow.
Han Yunzhi was wearing thin clothes because the heater was turned on at home. She was sitting on the sofa chair in front of the window, looking blankly at the snowy scene outside the window.
She didn't know if Yuchuan would read it, she really didn't know what to do.
Lao Zhang probably delivered the letter, right?
As a repentant mother, she was always worried inside. She mustered up the courage to write this letter with her own hands and have someone send it out in the snow.
After all, she has always been arrogant in front of Lu Yuchuan for the past 20 years.
When Yuchuan received the letter and knew it was written by her, would he read on?
Or, given his temper, he would just tear it up and throw it away?
Han Yunzhi's thoughts were wandering, her heart was clenched, and she was thinking wildly.
"Madam." Yuan Ma knocked on the door and walked towards her with a bag, "The yarn you want is of this color?"
She came to her senses, stood up, took the bag from Yuan Ma's hand, took out the gradient wool inside, put it in a bright place and took a look.
She smiled, quite satisfied, "Yes, yes, this is the color I want. I remember Yuchuan had a dress of this color when he was a child. He liked it and often wore it to school."
This is probably her only childhood memory of her son.
"But... can you knit a scarf?" Yuan's mother expressed doubts.
Han Yunzhi said to her, "Nothing is something you are born with. As long as you want to weave, you can learn it." She has collected several videos.
Seeing the knowing smile on her face, Yuan Ma knew that Madam would not miss any opportunity to make up for Yuchuan.
Even if Yuchuan doesn't pay the bill, she will do it with full hope.
She used up two pages of writing paper to write this confession letter, and she spent three days and three nights writing it.
In the days that followed, Han Yunzhi had something new to do, which was to knit couple scarves for her son and daughter-in-law.
After knitting the scarf, she would send it to her personally, and then she would check to see if Yuchuan had read the letter.
These days, Lu Yuchuan took the photos Tong Hua took at Zhang Gao's house, and based on the information found by his men, he had a certain understanding of his father's old friend who he had never met.
I drove alone to their address.
We are all old friends who have a good relationship with my father, and we took many photos together in the past.
He paid a visit as a junior and brought expensive gifts, which reflected his sincerity.
When meeting older people, around 70 or 80 years old, who have no children around, Lu Yuchuan will be particularly warm-hearted and help prune the potted plants in the yard and loosen the soil...
In this way, the emotional card was played, and the relationship between them became closer. Not only did he get closer to the truth about the car accident, he also got to know his father a little bit.
That day, as soon as the snow stopped, he came to a small foreign-style building and met an old man.
"Yuchuan, you and Chengguang look really alike." The old man made a cup of tea and came to the yard. "How is your father? There has been no news about him from the outside world in these years. We only know that
He's still alive."
"Thank you for your concern. I am recovering." Lu Yuchuan left the old man with his back and carefully loosened the soil for the old man's potted plants.
He will still lie to the outside world, because family scandals cannot be made public, and Zhang Liqiang's existence will not be known to anyone.
The old man said, "If I have a chance, let's see when it's convenient for me to go see him?"
Lu Yuchuan kept loosening the soil for the potted plants, and he declined politely with high emotional intelligence.
The old man didn't insist anymore. After all, he heard that Lu Chengguang became a vegetative state after the car accident.
"Grandpa Sun." Lu Yuchuan put down the shovel, washed his hands, and then took the cup from the old man's hand with both hands, "Thank you, thank you."
"Can you play chess?"
"I understand a little bit." Lu Yuchuan's voice was gentle and humble.
"Would you like to play another game with me?"
"OK."
The old man had lived alone for a long time. When he saw a young man coming over and willing to play chess with him, his mood instantly improved.
The old man had not heard about world affairs for many years, and he knew that the Junyu Group was handed over from the old man's hands to Chengguang's son.
But I have never paid attention to this young man. Unexpectedly, when I met him today, I was deeply attracted by his humility. I just checked online and found that this young man is quite capable.
"Grandpa Sun, do you know Yang Yiqing?"
When Lu Yuchuan was playing chess, he saw the right moment, cut into today's theme, and reminded, "Yang Yiqing from Shengyu Group."