After more than a month of etiquette and moral character training, Ji Luoyun was obviously much more at ease.
No longer target Jian Si everywhere.
He no longer pestered Lu Youting.
Ji Hong's attitude towards her has also improved significantly.
Ji Luoyun came to the study with the tea he brewed himself. Ji Hong was writing couplets with his head down. When he saw her coming in, he just glanced at her briefly, and then quickly turned his attention to the couplets.
Ji Luoyun knew that although grandpa didn't say anything about her anymore, he still blamed her in his heart.
She carefully placed the tea in her hand at the end of the desk, licked her lips and said, "Grandpa, I really know my mistake! Don't blame me! You are angry with me, but I don't blame you. I am afraid that you will be angry."
If you lose your health, I will be angry."
Ji Hong did not answer, but wrote "xiang" in cursive on the couplet.
First couplet: Red plums offer auspicious gifts to welcome the new year.
Second line: The door is full of joy and auspiciousness is celebrated.
Ever since what happened at the jewelry design competition, he felt irritable and had been shutting himself in his study to write couplets.
I was restless before.
You cannot read what is written.
I wrote pretty well today.
He kept it and spread it out on a piece, waiting for the ink on it to dry.
Seeing that he ignored her, Ji Luoyun didn't give up. He quickly handed the tea to him and said flatteringly: "Grandpa, this is your favorite Pu'er. I brewed it myself. How about you taste the heat?"
Ji Hong glanced at her, hesitated for a moment, put down the brush in his hand, and took the tea from her hand.
Ji Luoyun looked happy.
Grandpa is willing to take it.
The representative is no longer as angry as before.
At this time, Ji Luoyun's eyes accidentally fell on the photo frame on the desk.
She picked up the photo frame and asked with a smile: "Grandpa, is this you?"
Ji Hong used the lid of the cup to cut open the tea leaves floating on the water and nodded.
Ji Luoyun looked at the woman holding Ji Hong's arm again. He didn't recognize her at first sight and asked, "Who is this girl next to you?"
Ji Hong was startled for a moment, then raised his eyes and looked at her: "You don't know her?"
Ji Luoyun asked in surprise: "Should I know her?"
Ji Hong was completely stunned and looked at her with a scrutinizing gaze. After a long while, he said quietly: "She is your mother."
Ji Luoyun's mind went blank for a moment, his heartbeat skipped half a beat, and there was a clear trace of panic in his eyes.
But soon, she regained her composure and said with a smile: "Forgive me, this is my mother! I was too young when my mother passed away, and my memory of my mother is already very vague. Besides, my mother was still too young when she took this photo with you.
She is young and has a sweet smile, which is a bit different from the mother in my memory. The mother in my memory has always been frowning and full of sadness."
These words successfully aroused Ji Hong's long-lost guilt.
Thinking of the gentle discussion and the sunny and cheerful daughter whose smile had been worn away by the years, his heart clenched in pain. His blame for Ji Luoyun suddenly disappeared.
He put down the tea cup in his hand and gently rubbed Ji Luoyun's head.
"Oh, I'm sorry for you mother and daughter! If I hadn't been too stubborn, your mother wouldn't have died, and you... you wouldn't be like this today. It's grandpa's fault, and grandpa shouldn't blame you."
Ji Luoyun's head obediently rubbed against Ji Hong's rough palm.
"Luoyun never blamed you, and I believe that mother didn't blame you either!"
Although he knew that she might be comforting him, Ji Hong still felt better.
In one photo, the estrangement between them during this period disappeared without a trace, as if it had never appeared.
Ji Hong smiled and rubbed her hair: "Luoyun, you..."
I was about to say something, but before I could finish my words, there was a knock on the study door.
Jian Si's voice sounded outside the door.
"Grandpa, it's me. Jian Si, I'm here to say goodbye. Can I come in?"
Hearing that Jian Si was about to leave, Ji Hong quickly retracted his hand and his tone became softer: "I'm here, come in!"
The study door was pushed open.
Jian Si walked in slowly. When she saw Ji Luoyun standing in the study, she was startled for a moment, and then walked to Ji Hong as if she hadn't seen her.
"Grandpa, the Diamond of the Century has been completed! I'm here to say goodbye to you!"
Ji Hong looked at her reluctantly, his eyes turned red unconsciously, and he reached out to hold her hand.
"Are you leaving now? The Chinese New Year is coming soon, why don't you stay and spend the New Year before leaving! Grandpa is very reluctant to let you go!"
Originally, I had an inexplicable affinity for Jian Si.
At this moment, the feeling became even stronger.
"No! I miss my children, and I'm going to go back to accompany them! If Mr. Ji still needs me, you can contact me at any time. Country Z is not far from here."
Hearing that she was going back to spend time with her children, Ji Hong was in a trance and went back to a long, long time ago.
At that time, Yuechi had not left yet.
The eldest couple has not yet had a car accident.
Every Chinese New Year, their family reunites.
There was laughter and laughter, as well as the sounds of children playing and crying.
Unfortunately, nothing can go back.
Thinking of this, my eyes instantly became wet.
"That's right, you should go back to spend time with your children during the Chinese New Year! If that's the case, then grandpa won't keep you! When are you going to leave? I'll ask Ji Yanbei to arrange a private plane to take you back."
"No need, I've already bought the ticket. I'll leave the day after tomorrow in the afternoon."
Hearing this, Ji Hong said nothing more.
After finishing the matter, Jian Si was about to leave when her eyes accidentally caught a glimpse of the photo frame in Ji Luoyun's hand. It was just a casual glance at first, but after seeing the woman in the photo frame, she was slightly stunned.
Seeing her staring at the photo frame, Ji Hong took the photo frame from Ji Luoyun's hand and handed it to Jian Si.
"This is grandpa and Luo Yun's mother!" At this point, as if he had discovered something, he looked between the two of them in surprise for a while: "Speaking of which, you two actually look a bit alike!"
No wonder he always felt an inexplicable intimacy with Jian Si.
It turned out to be for this reason.
"Really?" Jian Si took the photo frame and looked at the woman in the photo frame carefully.
The more he looked, the bigger his eyes widened, as if to confirm something, he raised his head and asked: "Is this... your daughter?"
Ji Hong nodded: "Yes, look, do you two look a bit similar?"
Jian Si's slender fingers traced the features of the woman in the photo frame, and her eyes were slightly red: "No, she and I don't look alike! She, she looks more like my mother. It seems like, almost the same person.
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She had never seen two people so similar.
Ji Hong asked in surprise: "Your mother?"
Jian Si nodded: "Yes, my mother! It's just that in my memory, my mother never smiled. I only saw it in my mother's photo frame."
How gentle and peaceful my mother was before.
Unfortunately, only melancholy appeared on his face.
A woman who was tortured by life and her husband.
How could he still laugh?
Ji Hong's eyebrows formed into the character "Chuan": "What's your mother's name?"