Thoughts were scattered by the knock on the door.

Song Wenting went out, and at the request of grandma, accompanied her to the theater to listen to a Shaoxing opera performance.

And the family affairs are completely left to Xu Zhiya to take care of alone.

Before leaving, Xu Shi saw that her expression was a little hesitant, and Grandma Ji comforted her: "Don't worry, she has a helper."

Sure enough, when came back from the theater, the house was already very lively.

It was almost five o'clock in the afternoon, and the living room at home was already full of people.

When everyone heard the sound, they turned their eyes.

The gaze that fell on Song Wenting looked at it lightly, and Song Wenting felt a little uncomfortable.

Until grandma raised her hand, please hold her and take her into the house.

Someone greeted him: "Grandma, you're back."

The woman's eyes swept away from her, and then she took Grandma Ji's arm directly. Before Song Wen could react, another very young girl approached. The already tall figure was still stepping on small high heels. The next is even more domineering. She took Grandma Ji's other arm directly from Song Wenting's hand, and forced Song Wenting to take a step back.

Her voice fell: "Why are you wearing a cheongsam in such a cold day?"

Grandma Ji was led to the center, and when she stood firmly, she looked around to find Song Wenting: "There is heating, so it's not cold."

Immediately, his eyes fell on the slim woman, and just as he was about to call her over, two figures at the door had already fallen into his eyes.

The atmosphere in the room changed slightly, and Song Wenting looked back.

Ji Yanzhou stepped into the entrance with the coolness in the air, the straight suit wrapped around the figure, which was more handsome and tall, but it was also not easy to get close to.

The woman standing beside him was wearing a long pink dress with a white fox fur shawl, carefully crafted makeup, and even the ends of her hair were curled in a natural and deliberate arc.

The two stood there together, like a couple returning home together.

Not to mention that Song Wenting is wearing very simple clothes today, and his little face with no makeup is much darker than it is naturally.

"Second brother, why did you come back together?" The little girl from just now stepped forward again, her eyes couldn't stop looking at the two of them, and then she turned her eyes to the woman who had been silent all this time, and then she found that Song Wenting doesn't have any expression of taste.

So the tone was more deliberate: "I heard that Sister Xu signed with your company now? The resources are good, but it's different. Even the temperament has improved several times. It looks much prettier than my sister-in-law."

"Ji Meiling."

There was a light scolding behind him, and Ji Meiling pursed her mouth in dissatisfaction, and wanted to say something.

Until the man came over, he stood behind the woman and stared at Ji Meiling's eyes soaked in ice: "Is it stupid to study abroad in recent years?"

When the pair met that line of sight, Ji Meiling's fearless temper was still somewhat restrained, but she knew that this second brother would kill her if he was ruthless.

But that point is inherently hostile to this "second sister-in-law" who suddenly appeared. Maybe it was Song Wenting's cold and stunning eyebrows that made her uncomfortable, or maybe she had never seen a woman next to her second brother. The whole thing is very big, she got married directly, and she is a country bumpkin with a family background that cannot be found in the noble circle. She feels that calling her 'sister-in-law' is a drop in price. So the depression didn't end, she muttered: "It was originally."

Song Wenting could feel Ji Yanzhou's slightly calm emotion, and she gently tugged on the cuff of his suit with her knuckles.

The man lowered his eyebrows.

With that unnatural look because of the morning, Song Wenting shook his head slightly at her.

Grandma's birthday is today, and she doesn't want to spoil their spirits.

Ji Meiling quickly turned around and returned to the crowd. Grandma's eyes still fell on the couple. She called to them softly: "Listen, Yan Zhou, come and say hello."

Ji Yanzhou's brows were unmoved, Song Wenting's long eyelashes drooped, and he wanted to reach out to hold the man's generous palm, but just as the phalanges rubbed against the well-knit back of the hand, the man took a step forward, and after a slight touch, his two hands staggered.

His thin lips pursed lightly, and his profile became more severe.

Song Wenting was stunned, his eyebrows were slightly tightened, and his curled eyelashes trembled, and the moment he raised his eyes, they fell into the eyes of Xu Xinning opposite him.

The smile on the other side, who had no time to take it back, came straight to him, with a bit of gloating.

But in the next second, the man who staggered two steps stopped, looked sideways, and raised his big hand, right in front of her.

His voice was wrapped in a smile: "No?"

Lifting his heart in the corner, Song Wenting put his little hand directly into his palm without hesitation.

Immediately he was held back by his hand, the palms were close, dry and warm.

Their movements fell into the eyes of everyone. Grandma Ji was talking to the eldest daughter-in-law next to her, but she kept looking at them with a smile.

Song Wenting was led to stand still, and Ji Yanzhou patiently introduced her one by one.

A middle-aged woman with delicate hair is Grandma Ji's eldest daughter-in-law. The old man next to her who is about the same age as her is Grandma Ji's sister, and there is an older one sitting on the single sofa, Grandma Ji's brother. .

"Great aunt, great uncle." Song Wenting shouted obediently after Ji Yanzhou, "Hello second aunt."

Then came the younger generation, the aunt's daughter Ji Meiling, several relatives of the uncle's grandfather's family, and two little great-grandchildren.

"Your uncle and your dad are in the study upstairs." The aunt explained in a gap, and then greeted his daughter, "Give them some fruit."

"I don't want it." But Ji Meiling didn't listen at all, she jumped onto the sofa and started playing with her phone.

The eldest aunt's face darkened several times, and the only daughter was spoiled by them all the way. She received the best education abroad since she was a child, but now it seems that education has failed.

No wonder he couldn't give birth to a son for so many years.

That's why at that time, there were people who wanted to adopt one of the two boys from Ji's family to him. At the beginning, they chose Ji Yanzhou, but then for some reason, the second brother always refused for various reasons, so in the end, they brought It was Ji Yuchuan who went abroad. After seven or eight years abroad, Ji Xianrong suddenly changed his mind and did not agree to adopt.

Since then, the relationship between the two of them has become more and more tense, but fortunately, the child Ji Yuchuan has always been very kind to them.

Now I am also a little fortunate that Ji Yanzhou was not selected in the end.

Looking at his eyes, he knew that he wasn't a jerk. He was two extremes from his brother.

"Why don't I go." A female voice suddenly interrupted her thoughts.

Soon Xu Xinning, who was wearing a snow-white shawl, came over.

She stood on the right hand side of Ji Yanzhou, opened her mouth and greeted them in turn.

"Ning Ning, don't go either." Grandma Ji snorted coldly and took off her jacket, which was warmed by the heating in the room. She sat down and muttered, "Don't worry about them, all eyes are on money. already."

The aunt immediately sat down to comfort her, and Ji Yanzhou also let go of Song Wenting, walked over, then stopped the old man's shoulder, and said with a light smile, "It's not the first time, why should I be so angry?"

The aunt and uncle also followed Ji Yanzhou's words, and said a few words to them, and Grandma Ji finally showed a smile.

Her eyes fell on the cheongsam on her body, and she turned to Ji Yanzhou: "Your wife bought it, how about it?"

Ji Yanzhou glanced across the side face of Song Wenting who was stopped by his aunt and grandmother to chat.

Eyebrows lowered, well-behaved and quiet.

"Well, it's beautiful." He spat out a few words with thin lips, but his eyes never left the woman's white cheeks.

Grandma followed him, smiled knowingly, and then greeted the woman behind her: "Ru Ru, accompany me to the garden."

The aunt said "Ai", then took Grandma Ji's arm and walked out of the living room.

Song Wenting didn't notice, just sat on the soft leather stool and chatted with his aunt and uncle.

They heard that she played the guqin, so their adult memories were pulled out, and the troupe they were talking about was long gone.

Song Wenting just listened quietly, occasionally the old man asked: "Have you heard of Ewha Garden?"

Song Wenting will nod repeatedly in response.

"You've asked this before." My aunt was clearer, and quickly interrupted her brother with a smile.

She turned to Song Wenting and explained: "The old man is not clear, and occasionally gets confused."

Uncle and grandpa are old and have bad ears, and his mind is not clear. He looked at Song Wenting and asked: "Girl, have you ever heard your grandma sing an opera?"

Looking at the banquet boat that didn't seem to be paying attention to them, after hearing this, the lazy sitting posture quickly leaned forward, his long arms wrapped around the old man's shoulders, he hooked his lips, and said with a smile: "You shout her daughter?"

Because he was close, his black eyes were imprinted into Song Wenting's eyes, and she listened to him casually correcting: "uncle and grandfather, she is my daughter-in-law, you are a little old."

Uncle and grandfather did not hear clearly, and asked something tremblingly.

"Yan Zhou, stop teasing your uncle and grandpa." She immediately got up and pulled Song Wenting, "Your wife will lend me a while."

Song Wenting subconsciously looked at Ji Yanzhou, and his instinctive behavior fell into the eyes of the man.

Ji Yanzhou reassured: "It's okay."

Before Song Wenting came back to his senses, he continued with a hooked smile: "She dare not sell my wife."

"..."

The aunt laughed out loud, and said angrily: "You will be poor."

Song Wenting was taken to a Tibetan painting studio on the second floor of his house by his aunt.

Grandma Ji has a lot of hobbies, one of which is the collection of famous paintings and calligraphy.

My aunt was not interested in these things. She went straight to a long cabinet, and then pulled out the pale yellow rice paper in a roll from the innermost layer. A pair of distant mountains in the color of Qingdai stretched out in front of Song Wenting.

She motioned for her to take the painting, and under Song Wenting's doubts, the old man explained with a smile: "Yan Zhou drew it when he was a child."

Song Wenting's expression twisted slightly, and then his eyes fell on the calligraphy and painting again. Next to it was written a very beautiful inscribed "Yan Zhou", and there was a square seal below it, the calligraphy and painting version of "Yan Zhou".

"Don't look at how invisible he is all day long, but the Ji family raised him as a humble son of the past." The old man took her around, buttoning the seal on the solid wood table, his cheeks wrinkled with a smile , "I am proficient in everything about piano, chess, calligraphy and painting."

She sighed, "But, it's completely forgotten now."

Song Wenting remembered Ji Yanzhou's handwriting, which was beautiful and neat. As for the piano, the violin is also very good. Apart from these few, she has never seen chess before.

"Is the old woman talking too much?"

Song Wenting came back to his senses, shook his head while holding the calligraphy and painting scroll: "No, I like to listen to it very much."

The great-aunt smiled, her eyes were gentle, she took out a small box from her coat pocket, handed it to Song Wenting, and then talked about the business of bringing her here alone: ​​"This is a bracelet handed down from the Ji family. We It has been passed down to me in this generation, but I have no children under my knees, after discussing with your grandma not long ago, you can accept this bracelet now."

Startled, before Song Wenting could refuse, the old man had already taken out the bracelet and put it directly on Song Wenting's slender wrist.

The slight weight was like a stone pressing on Song Wenting's heart.

She just couldn't stand it.

In the end, Song Wenting took it off and carefully put it in the box.

Only then did leave the room.

She planned to put the bracelet in Ji Yanzhou's room for the time being.

Just turned around the corridor, but bumped into Xu Xinning directly.

She has changed from the flamboyant clothes just now, and she is wearing a pink loose sweater. The only thing that remains unchanged is her well-dressed hair and makeup.

Song Wenting nodded slightly to indicate that he had already said hello.

But before she took a step, Xu Xinning blocked her way with her arms folded.

With only two people around, she finally stopped pretending to her. The hostility all over his body stabbed at her.

Xu Xinning's eyes followed the woman's delicate face and landed on the box in her hand, her expression changed.

Then the voice fell coldly: "Sister, don't you really feel ashamed?"

Song Wenting's eyes became colder, and she responded: "Sister Xue said what she wanted to say. There is no one else here, so you don't have to pretend."

"I just asked you to marry Brother Yan Zhou, don't you feel ashamed? When he was in college, he was almost killed by Wang Zhiyuan's car because of you." She approached with plush slippers, her vicious look was very different from usual Yuan, "Now you still want to occupy Mrs. Ji's position, isn't it enough for you to harm him?"

"Who are you ashamed of?" Looking at her face, Song Wenting just thought it was ridiculous, and naturally he laughed, the smile extending from his lips to the end of his eyes, full of surprise, she said, "We are in love with each other., is it your turn to point fingers?"

Song Wenting was a little taller than Xu Xinning, but her temperament suppressed her. Song Wenting took a few steps forward: "I occupy Mrs. Ji's position?"

"Xu Xinning, this is mine in the first place, do you still want to fight with me?"

"You're shameless." Xu Xinning's face became dry when she said it. The secret she had never revealed was now completely exposed, "Mrs. Ji, you will never be qualified!"

"Also, Brother Yan Zhou doesn't like you at all." Her eyes were flushed, and her hand hanging on her leg tightly pinched her palm, "You look so high all day, and you don't like him much, so marry him.Isn't he just interested in his family background? Song Wenting, don't pretend in front of me."

Song Wenting ignored her expression, Wen Yan just lowered her eyebrows frivolously, and asked, "Do you know that he doesn't like me?"

"In the first place." Xu Xinning didn't pretend to be calm at all, and her emotions poured out, "I heard from him personally that he didn't like girls like you, in high school."

"Oh." Song Wenting said lightly, then continued, "So what, as long as I like it."

"..."

Xu Xinning's eyes widened, her face full of disbelief, and then she reacted and exclaimed, "Who are you lying to?"

The light in the corridor was suppressed a little bit dark, Song Wenting squeezed his fingertips, feeling inexplicably relieved. It's like walking a long way and suddenly encountering a well. With the warmth in the snow all over the sky, she can stop now.

Song Wenting: "I like him earlier than you know."

Her voice was wrapped in firmness and was blown by the wind, turning a corner, and burrowed into the man's ear in a daze.

The tall figure is hidden in the dark, with clear dim light in his eyes, as if he is about to climb up the slender back of a woman who is a few steps away.

With a tangible hook, silk wrapped around the snow-white swan's neck.

His eyes were full of deep and untouchable meaning, so dark and dark, he tasted the fragrance of roses.