"Dad, Mom." The mild-mannered young man strode forward across the crowd and hugged his white dream. At this moment, Bai Meng's face is finally no longer cold and cold, but has a clear smile, although the melancholy in the corners of his brows and eyes still lingers.

Jiang Hongyi patted Jiang Jiashu's shoulder with a smile, his eyes full of love, "Are you tired after a day's flight?"

"I'm not tired." Jiang Jiashu said, "I didn't say you don't come to pick me up, I'll just go home by myself."

"Mom wants to see you earlier." Bai Meng looked at his tall and straight son and said softly.

"I'll see you every day in the future." Jiang Hongyi was very happy. With Jiashu here, Ameng would be much happier.

The driver pushed the suitcase in the back, and the family of three laughed and left the airport, got into the car, and headed to the old house.

When he arrived at the old house, Jiang Jiashu got off the car first, went around to open the door on the side of Bai Meng, and looked at her soothingly: "Mom."

Bai Meng frowned slightly, and after the unhappy breakup that day, she never returned to the old house.

Seeing Jiang Jiashu sigh silently, the relationship between his mother and grandparents has always been tense. He knows that grandparents do not look down on their fucking origin. If it wasn't for his father's insistence on adding him, grandparents would not have allowed his mother to enter the door. Over the years, he has been scornful of his mother, wishing his father divorced and married a famous lady they were satisfied with. With such an attitude of grandparents, it's no wonder that his mother doesn't like going back to the old house.

"Mom, I'll see my grandparents and have a meal with them, then we'll go home." Jiang Jiashu softened his voice to appease Bai Meng. Jiang Jiashu has always been extremely distressed for his mother's grievances over the years.

If it weren't for him, his mother wouldn't have married his father at all, so he wouldn't have to suffer these grievances, be made difficult by his grandparents, be accused of being greedy for vanity, and be ridiculed as a third party to force Gong Ya to death.

His mother didn't care about the wealth and status of the Jiang family at all. In his eyes, 100 million yuan was not as precious as a painting. Otherwise, he would not have given up his father and followed his adoptive father Ran to Paris. At that time, although he was young, he still had the impression that when he was with his adoptive father, his mother was really happy, even if life was embarrassing, his mother still enjoyed it. Damn is an emotional person who doesn't care about material things and more about spiritual pleasure. So these years, although Jin Yiyu food, but unhappy.

As for the third party, it is even more sinful. It is clear that his mother and his father met first, and they fell in love with him and then separated, and then his father married Gong Ya. Later, his mother and adoptive father took him back to Hong Kong separately. His father found them and took care of him as a matter of course. Shouldn't a father raise his son?

Divorce was his father's unilateral decision. His mother never asked his father to divorce. If it wasn't for him, his mother would not accept his father's help. But those people didn't dare to scold his father, so they put all the blame on his mother, even Gong Ya's accidental death was all blamed on his mother, so that his mother didn't like to deal with people more and more.

Bai Meng looked at Jiang Jiashu, who was begging, and got out of the car. No matter what, the two old people really loved their son.

Jiang Hongyi breathed a sigh of relief. He was really afraid that Bai Meng wouldn't go in and the situation would freeze up. He glanced at Jiang Jiashu admiringly, and sure enough, Ameng still had a solution for Jiashu. Thinking of this, Jiang Hongyi felt a little numb in his heart. Thirty years later, he still couldn't get into A Meng's heart, but at least she was by his side and he didn't lose.

The family of three walked through the garden and entered the living room. Mrs. Jiang couldn't wait to meet her, smiling from ear to ear, "Look at Grandma, have you lost any weight?"

Even if there are three or five phone calls and videos, Jiang Jiashu will return to China during the festivals.

Mrs. Jiang couldn't put it down and pulled Jiang Jiashu to ask questions. After she finally finished her questions, Mr. Jiang asked about his work abroad, but he was interrupted by Mrs. Jiang in dissatisfaction: "You are the real person, and when the grandson came back, he took someone to talk about his work. It’s not over, there are people like you, I will ask after work, and there will be opportunities to ask in the future.”

Mr. Jiang snorted helplessly, stopped asking about his work, and saw Mrs. Jiang caring about her grandson with deep love between her eyebrows and eyes.

Jiang Gui sat on the single sofa on the other side, watching the three generations of grandparents talking happily. Whether it was picking up the plane in person, or the love that was almost overflowing, Jiang Yunxi had never enjoyed treatment in her life. At times like this, Jiang Yunxi would feel that she was an outsider, separated from the Jiang family.

You don't have to think that, for the Jiang family, her daughter is the water destined to be poured out, not her own.

The He family in Dashan favored sons over daughters because of poverty and ignorance.

Jiang's family outside Dashan is highly educated and prefers sons to daughters.

In this world, some girls are destined to be inferior.

After eating and talking with the old man Jiang and the old lady for a while, Jiang Jiashu's family of three was about to leave.

"What are you going? It's not that there is no room at home. Your room grandma has already ordered someone to pack it up." Mrs. Jiang was reluctant to leave her grandson, and hoped that her grandson would stay in the old house with them in the future.

Bai Meng was in a hurry, she didn't talk to her son properly, she was about to say something, but Jiang Hongyi took over the conversation: "Mom, Jiashu recognized the bed and you forgot, Jiashu won't go out in the future, some of it is time, Tomorrow morning, I'll ask Jiashu to come and take you out for morning tea."

Madam Jiang's face was sullen, she glanced at Bai Meng unhappily, and her anger rose up. The sons and grandsons of others live in the same house, lively and lively, but their house is deserted, just because Bai Meng doesn't want to live with them, and his son is willing to pet him, thinking of the old lady is full of evil fire.

It is said that Mrs. Jiang is angry with Mr. Jiang. Putting it aside, such an unfilial and unruly daughter-in-law would have been swept out of the house a long time ago, and her son would be guarding her, so she would be driven out together with her son, but who told him that he had only one son and one grandson. Mr. Jiang glanced at the silent Jiang Gui vaguely, if this is a grandson, how could he be so passive, thinking about him, Jiang Zhanpeng has been in the shopping mall for decades, how has he ever suffered such a fuss, but his only son married his wife and forgot his parents, so that he To be mad at a woman.

The originally happy family banquet, because of this episode, the good mood of Mr. Jiang and Mrs. Jiang disappeared. After Jiang Jiashu's family of three left, their faces were completely darkened.

Looking at the family of three who left, Bai Meng and Jiang Jiashu are obviously happier, Bai Meng is happy, and Jiang Hongyi is of course happy. As for the old parents, Jiang Hongyi can't remember them, only the goddess who is finally happy is left in his eyes.

Jiang Gui watched them leave, let's laugh, there are not many happy times like this.

Back home, Jiang Jiashu entered Bai Meng's studio. The studio occupies the top floor of the entire villa, and outside is a roof garden, which is Bai Meng's private domain. Jiang Hongyi is not allowed to come up without permission.

Seeing that Bai Meng didn't want him to accompany him up, Jiang Hongyi endured his loss and said, "I still have some business to deal with." Watching the mother and son go upstairs, he turned around and ordered the servant to bring snacks and fruits upstairs. Bai Meng didn't eat a few in the old house. mouth stuff.

As soon as he entered the studio, Jiang Jiashu's eyes were immediately attracted by an oil painting on the wall. In the dark and gloomy forest and lake, there was a dazzling sunlight in the middle, and in the sunlight was the back of a young girl. Obviously there are extremely contradictory existences, but they complement each other, and the strong contrast is shocking.

Jiang Jiashu's gaze moved to the lower right corner, it was French, and the translation was, "My Sunshine."

Looking at Jiang Jiashu who was looking at the painting, Bai Meng's pupils trembled slightly, as if there were thousands of thoughts rolling inside, and something was about to come out.

"Mom, I didn't see this painting when I came back last time. You bought a new one. It's pretty good. Which artist painted it, I can't find the signature." Jiang Jiashu turned around and asked Bai Meng, who was startled when he saw her appearance, "Mom, What's wrong?"

Bai Meng stared at the oil painting, his eyes fixed on the lake. The signature of the dragon and phoenix dances looked like water lines, and after a closer look, he realized that it was a travel character. Traditional signatures are always placed in the lowest corner to avoid damaging the painting, but Ran You likes to integrate the signature with the picture.

The first time she saw this painting at the exhibition, she knew that it was painted by Ran You.

There were so many paintings in the room, but Jiashu noticed this painting at first sight, probably because of the traction of blood.

If Jiang Gui knew about Bai Meng's mental activities, he would say that he thought too much. This painting was not painted by Ran You. Ran You did have some talent in his early years, but that talent has long been polished by drugs and prisons, and now he is a young man. But only talented people have the chance to win the favor of beautiful women, so Jiang Gui wrote Ran You's signature, the longer a person lives, the more skills he will master.

This painting is placed in such a conspicuous place, and its style is out of tune with the paintings next to it. As long as the eyes are not blind, they will notice it at first glance.

"Mom." Jiang Jiashu approached and called out worriedly.

Bai Meng suddenly returned to his senses, staring blankly at Jiang Jiashu who was close at hand.

"Mom, what's the matter with you? Are you feeling uncomfortable?" Jiang Jiashu asked worriedly, when he suddenly saw tears gathered in Bai Meng's eyes, converging into teardrops, and dripping down.

Jiang Jiashu was shocked: "Mom, why are you crying?"

Bai Meng realized that she was crying, she wiped her tears, her voice was slightly hoarse: "You also think this painting is very good, don't you?"

This was a no-brainer, Jiang Jiashu was stunned for a while before slowly nodding his head.

"It was painted by an old friend of my mother." Bai Meng looked reminiscent. Over the years, she had never inquired about Ran You's whereabouts, and she dared not, for fear that he would have a good life and a bad life.

Ran You is like a gust of spring wind, wrinkling the spring water in a lake, and then leaving without reluctance, making people love and hate. She loves him for being brilliant, for being bohemian, and for being romantic and gentle. She hated him again, hated him for abandoning his wife and children, hated him for being ruthless.

Bai Meng's eyes fell on the girl in the painting, with white clothes and long hair, exactly like how they looked when they were together. My sunshine, is that girl her?