Xu Qingzhi handed over the gift in his hand: "Aunt, Uncle, I didn't prepare any expensive gifts. I went shopping with Shanshan today and bought a set of tea sets."

"You kid, you're here, why bring a gift?" Mrs. Wen took it and said, "We like the gift very much. We won't need it next time. Just treat it as your own home."

Wen Shanshan: "See, I told you that you don't need to buy gifts when you come to my house. My brother and I went to your house for dinner and I didn't feel embarrassed at all."

Then she said to her mother, "Qingzhi, sleep with me."

Xu Qingzhi smiled.

At this time, Wensran came down with a cane.

"Qingzhi, you're here. I heard the sound, but you came down a little slowly."

Xu Qingzhi looked at his legs.

Wen Siran immediately said, "My legs are recovering. Jiang Xiao said that in another year or so, I will be able to walk like a normal person again."

"That's great. I'm happy for you." Xu Qingzhi said.

Mrs. Wen's eyes were filled with tears. "Qingzhi, our Si Ran is where he is today, all thanks to you. At first he couldn't eat anything, and his father and I were almost dying of worry. Fortunately, we met your family."

The first turning point came when Wen Siran started eating and no longer had thoughts of committing suicide.

"Auntie, you're welcome." Xu Qingzhi said with a smile.

After some greetings, Wen Shanshan and Xu Qingzhi went upstairs to rest because they had finished dinner.

Wen Shanshan's room is all pink, and she went to wash up first.

Soon, the cell phone on the coffee table rang and someone called.

These days, not many people communicate by phone, and most people only call for urgent matters.

Xu Qingzhi picked up Shanshan's phone and walked to the bathroom door, "Shanshan, someone called you."

Wen Shanshan: "Who is it?"

Xu Qingzhi glanced at the name in the note: "Dean of Literature."

Wen Shanshan suddenly stuttered: "Qingzhi, then help me answer the phone and ask him what's going on."

"Okay." Xu Qingzhi responded, then answered the phone, and heard the male voice on the other end that sounded gentle and anxious.

"Shanshan, why don't you reply to my message?"

"I'm Shanshan's friend. She's busy. What can I do for you?"

"No, no, I just want to ask her, have you thought about it?"

Xu Qingzhi instinctively knew that he shouldn't gossip, so he stopped the topic: "Okay, I'll tell her for you later."

The other party was very polite: "Okay, thank you."

When Wen Shanshan came out of the shower, Xu Qingzhi told her the original words.

Wen Shanshan held the phone, her face full of confusion.

Xu Qingzhi asked her: "What's wrong?"

"This is the blind date my parents arranged for me. I've met him a few times before. He and I went to the same school and he also runs a family business. My parents are quite satisfied with him, but I don't like him." Wen Shanshan pouted.

Xu Qingzhi: "If you don't like it, then reject it."

"I rejected him, but he didn't give up. The women's clothing brand I'm working on now has business cooperation with his company, so we can't avoid meeting each other," said Wen Shanshan.

"You can't force love anyway." Xu Qingzhi touched her head, "Just follow your heart."

Wen Shanshan sighed, "How can I really do everything according to my own wishes? I can only find people in my circle. But fortunately, I am still young, and my parents are not pushing me too hard for the time being."

Family businesses only focus on strong alliances.

Once upon a time, there was a rich girl who fell in love with a poor boy, but things didn't end well for her. The story circulated in Beijing circles, and many people used it as a typical example to educate their children.

In fact, most daughters of truly wealthy families know what kind of person they want to choose. Whether there is any feeling for the couple is secondary. What matters is whether the couple is well-matched.

The ugly duckling marries into a wealthy family, that is a fairy tale that only exists in novels.

The Huo family’s old house.

Huo Ying lay in bed alone, suffering from insomnia again.

She tossed and turned and couldn't sleep, so she called out, "Brother Jin, please turn on the light for me and give me my phone."

Huo Ying sent a video call to Xu Qingzhi.

As soon as the call was connected, she asked aggrievedly: "Qingzhi, can you come back and sleep with me?"

Last night was the night she slept the best. Lying next to Qingzhi, her heart seemed to be at peace.

Before Xu Qingzhi could answer, Wen Shanshan squeezed into the picture.

"Don't even think about it!"

Then, the video was ruthlessly hung up with a "pop".

Huo Ying threw his cell phone to the bedside and covered himself with the quilt.

"Go to bed."

Huo Jin turned off the lights and was about to go to the sofa in the distance when he heard another soft voice commanding, "Brother Jin, count in my ear."

"Okay, miss." Huo Jin sat on the ground, leaning against the bedside table behind him, with his long legs half bent and his hands resting on his legs, finding a position that was comfortable but would not touch the bed.

A magnetic and steady male voice slowly recited: "1, 2, 3, 4, 5..."

After reciting for a long time, Huo Jin thought she had fallen asleep, so he gradually lowered his voice and then stopped.

He stood up carefully, his feet were a little numb, and he heard the person on the bed crying.

"Brother Jin, I dreamed about my mother last night. I miss her a little bit."

Huo Jin's heart trembled. He half-knelt at the head of the bed, took a few pieces of paper from the side and handed them to her. He stayed with her silently.

Many years ago, Huo Ying was kidnapped and the kidnappers demanded 100 million yuan.

The Huo family called the police, angering the kidnappers, and it was her mother who finally rescued her.

Even though so many years have passed, Huo Ying will always remember that gunshot.

Bang. Very loud.

Her legs were broken by the kidnappers, so she could only crawl with her hands. Before she could crawl to her mother, she fainted.

Finally, the faint sound of an ambulance was heard.

After that, she never saw her mother again.

At first everyone lied to her, saying that her mother had gone abroad with her father. What could a child not believe? She believed whatever the adults said.

The white lies were revealed by themselves as time went by and she grew up.

A few years ago, her father found a new love abroad.

She made a scene, kept showing off her rebelliousness by having new boyfriends, and didn't listen to her father.

But it doesn't work.

She began to have sleeping problems.

Because she suddenly realized that she seemed to have trouble remembering what her mother looked like. When she held her mother's photo and looked at the young and beautiful woman, she felt strange.

She was afraid of this strangeness.

Dad forgot Mom. Everyone can forget Mom, but how could she?

She can't forget.

Anxiety and fear were like vines, clinging to her body, growing and penetrating into her flesh and bones.

"Brother Jin, I want to go to the cemetery tomorrow. Please come with me."

Huo Jin: "Okay."

The next day.

Huo Ying, dressed in black, sent a message to her brother: "Are you going to the cemetery today?"

She finished her breakfast before waiting for a message from her brother.

Huo Mao: "Didn't I just go there in the second year of the Chinese New Year? I'm on the plane. The situation has been turbulent recently, and there are many things waiting for me to deal with. Maybe next year."