For Han Yunzhi, the entire day was filled with both anticipation and apprehension.
Finally, when it was time for Yuchuan to get off work, she was actually a little restless and uneasy.
Yuan Ma was much calmer compared to her, "Madam, do you want to take a nap first?"
"How can I sleep?" She was pacing back and forth in the room, then stopped and turned to look at her, "Bring the scarf over quickly, you can try again."
"I tried five times."
"Go quickly!"
Yuan Ma sighed softly and had no choice but to do as she was told and turned around to get the scarf that Madam had knitted by herself.
"Hurry up and try it on." Han Yunzhi was very anxious, "Try again."
Yuan Ma took out the scarf from the bag.
The one he knitted for Lu Yuchuan was slightly longer, and the one he knitted for his daughter-in-law Tong Hua was shorter. The gradient color was very gentle and pretty.
Yuan Ma tied the scarf around her neck again. Han Yunzhi dealt with the details and asked her, "Is this woolen prickly? Is it comfortable to wear?"
"Comfortable." Yuan Ma has answered countless times.
"Turn around and let me see the back."
Yuan Ma did as she was told, and Han Yunzhi felt that she was not too bloated. "Hua Hua wears it, it must look good. Do you think Yuchuan will like it? Will he wear it?"
This was probably a question that had troubled her for a whole day.
"How do I know?" Yuan Ma said bluntly, taking off the scarf, "Whether he wears it or not, it depends on him."
After hearing this, Han Yunzhi felt a little bad. She took out her mobile phone and checked the time, guessing that her son and daughter-in-law should be leaving.
About five minutes ago, a Lamborghini drove out of the company. Uncle Ke was driving, and Lu Yuchuan and Tong Hua were sitting in the back seat of the car.
His face was a little cold, and his beautiful eyebrows were slightly twisted.
Tong Hua turned to look at his profile. She always had a question in her mind, so she gently held his hand and said, "Yuchuan, what was in the envelope sent by your mother that day?"
She had guesses but no definite answers.
Lu Yuchuan turned his eyes when he heard the sound, looked into her amber eyes, and said truthfully, "It's a handwritten confession letter from her, with 10,000 to 20,000 words."
When the girl heard this, her heart skipped a beat, and then she recalled the changes in his mood over the past two days.
He always seemed to be alone and deep in thought.
"Yuchuan, did you... give her a reply?"
"No."
After a while, she asked again, "Did you call?"
"No."
"Send WeChat..."
"No."
Before she could finish her question, he answered her.
The two of them looked at each other, and Tong Hua was slightly startled, then his expression became gentle, "It's good. Let's go back later and find some time to communicate face to face."
This is probably unavoidable. Even if Lu Yuchuan doesn't face her today, he will face her one day. After all, he is his mother, and after all, he still lives with his grandfather.
Therefore, from the moment he got off work, he felt indescribably depressed.
There is snow outside the car window, and Rongcheng changes in this season.
The sun is behind the snow curtain, and the sunlight is not dazzling at all. The whole world is shining with soft light, covering it with tranquility and warmth.
The car stopped in the yard. When getting out of the car, Lu Yuchuan put a red cloak on Tong Hua's shoulders, then put his arm around her shoulders and led her towards the living room.
The servant who had been waiting at the door of the living room turned around and walked quickly towards the backyard when he saw the car stopped.
She rushed into the Buddhist hall and reported to the middle-aged woman who was burning incense, "Madam, the young master and his wife are back."
Han Yunzhi felt happy but also inexplicably nervous. She gently put the lit incense in the incense burner and bowed to the Bodhisattva.
Turning around and walking out, Yuan Ma followed her.