"This is the second master's home."
Su Ling opened the gate of the Su family's old house and invited the guests in.
Bai Jincheng stepped over the threshold, walked into the yard, slowly turned his head, looked at every flower and grass, every tree and brick in the yard, tears glistening in his eyes.
The rebuilt Su family house had almost no trace of its past, but he felt like he had been there before.
'Brother Cheng, if we are together in the future, we will build a small garden to live in, with mountains, rivers, flowers, trees, terraces, pavilions, a pond, raise a few koi, and grow some vegetables in the backyard. In our spare time, we can go hiking and paint. It will be leisurely and comfortable.'
Young Su Lan sat on the railing, raised her head, raised the corners of her mouth, and smiled innocently.
Sixty years have passed, the man is gone, and only this small garden remains for people to remember.
Bai Jincheng's back seemed to hunch suddenly, his body swayed slightly, and he walked to the edge of the pond. When he saw the fat koi swimming around in it, he sighed softly.
Su Ling did not disturb them. He moved the newly bought electric motorcycle into the yard and closed the gate.
Just now under the banyan tree at the entrance of the village, they introduced themselves to each other. Su Ling was surprised for a while when he learned that this old gentleman was the brother Jincheng mentioned in the letter from his second grandfather.
The village chief said that he looked like the second grandfather when he was young. Now that people have mistaken him for someone else, it seems that he and the second grandfather really do resemble each other.
"Please come in and sit down first." Su Ling said politely to Bai Jincheng. As for the young man named Wen Xi, he just glanced at him lightly and ignored him.
He was not a wooden man, and could not sense the flash of contempt the boy showed when he saw him. As the young master of the Su family, Su Ling had come into contact with all kinds of rich young masters with strange personalities. They always had an inexplicable sense of superiority, liked to look down on others, and looked down on those who were not as good as them in status.
Perhaps because there were elders around him, the boy quickly concealed his emotions, but this did not prevent Su Ling from having a bad impression of him.
Wenxi couldn't help being amazed the moment he stepped into the garden.
He thought that the residence of the country folk his grandfather visited would not be very good, but surprisingly, it was such an elegant manor. It covers a large area, has a classical shape, a beautiful environment, and fresh air. Living in it is simply a kind of enjoyment.
"There have been huge changes here." Bai Jincheng followed Su Ling into the living room of the house. Suddenly, he was startled by a "woof woof". Wen Xi hurried forward to support him.
"King, be quiet." Su Ling scolded the little thing.
King had been sleeping in the doghouse for the whole afternoon. He woke up when he heard some noise, opened his eyes and saw a stranger, and naturally started barking.
Su Ling picked up the little thing, comforted it, and said to Bai Jincheng apologetically: "Sorry, the little guy is shy."
Bai Jincheng smiled kindly and said, "This little guy is very good, loyal and protective of his master. He is worthy of being our country Z's pastoral dog."
Su Ling put King down and let him play by himself. "I'm going upstairs to change my clothes and will be down soon. Please wait for a moment."
Bai Jincheng said without any concern: "The guest should follow the host's wishes."
When Su Ling went upstairs, only the grandfather and grandson were left in the living room, along with a small dog. The dog squatted upright, staring at the stranger with vigilant eyes.
Wen Xi sat on a mahogany chair and looked around the living room. The living room was decorated in a simple yet stylish way. The blue and white porcelain vase placed in the corner was warm in color, beautiful in shape, and exuded an antique atmosphere, attracting attention.
Bai Jincheng stood up, walked to the blue and white porcelain, and said nostalgically: "This late Qing blue and white porcelain vase was originally a pair."
"Late Qing Dynasty?" Wen Xi was surprised. "Is it authentic?"
There are real antiques in a farmer’s home?
Bai Jincheng glanced at his grandson and said, "Do you think the Su family is an ordinary family? They were officials hundreds of years ago, and they fell into decline in the early Republic of China. Not to mention the blue and white porcelain, even this set of mahogany chairs, the screen, and the four paintings of plum, orchid, bamboo and chrysanthemum on the wall are antiques."
Wen Xi was shocked.
It turns out that my grandfather's old friend is a hidden rich man!
Why had I never heard my grandfather mention it before? Now that my grandfather is old, why did he insist on going back to Country Z to visit his relatives?
Wen Xi lowered his eyes and couldn't help thinking.
About ten minutes later, someone came down from upstairs. Wen Xi couldn't help but look up at the handsome young man who came out from behind the screen.
Thick and fine curls fall naturally on the shoulders, the bangs are combed back, revealing a smooth and full forehead, two delicate eyebrows flying into the temples, a pair of affectionate peach blossom eyes, watery and bright, delicate skin like white porcelain, perfectly flawless facial contours, natural facial features, paired with the exquisitely tailored royal blue suit on the body, as if a nobleman walked out of a painting, every move shows elegance.
Wen Xi's pupils shrank slightly, and he stared in a daze as Su Ling walked into the living room. His heart was beating fast, as if something was taking root.
Su Ling rarely receives guests, and has no experience in entertaining guests, whether at the Su family or at the Xiangyanshan Villa in S City. So today, when a guest came to his house, he went upstairs to change into a proper dress, washed his face, applied some cream, and took care of his hair. The advantage of natural curls is that you can create any hairstyle you like by just spraying some gel water.
Bai Jincheng sighed when he saw Su Ling like this. Su Lan's grandson was indeed a rare talent.
King jumped happily at his owner's feet, wagging his tail from time to time. Normally, Su Ling would have bent down and hugged him, but not today because there were guests.
He went to the kitchen to make a pot of tea, brought it to the living room, placed it on the tea table, took out a set of white porcelain cups, washed them with tea soup, picked up the teapot, poured out the green tea, and a trace of fragrance floated in the air, refreshing and making people feel good.
"This is the newly brewed Rain and Dew Tea this year. Please try it and see if you like it." Su Ling held the white porcelain cup and gently placed it on the tea table next to Bai Jincheng.
"Rain dew tea? Is it actually rain dew tea?" Bai Jincheng picked up the white porcelain cup, closed his eyes slightly, and sniffed the tea fragrance with nostalgia. After a while, he lowered his head and took a sip. The sweet and refreshing taste lingered between his lips and teeth.
Su Ling brought tea to Wen Xi again. Wen Xi was flattered and said, "Thank you."
"You're welcome." Su Ling put down the teacup calmly.
Wen Xi's eyes were attracted by his bony fingers, and the diamond ring on his left hand was clearly visible. He was startled and asked subconsciously: "Your ring..."
"Why?" Su Ling showed his left hand and said politely, "This is a wedding ring."
Wedding ring?
Wen Xi was astonished. If he was not mistaken, this ring was exactly the same as the one on the hand of President Feng!
Is there such a coincidence in the world? Someone actually ordered the same style of wedding ring.
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The budding love in Wenxi's heart was suddenly struck, and he asked, "Are you married?"
"Yes." Su Ling raised his eyebrows. Wearing a wedding ring, of course she is married, why does this boy look so lost?
After getting a positive answer, Wen Xi picked up the white porcelain cup as if to cover up and lowered his head to drink tea.
Su Ling sat back in his original seat, letting King cling to his feet while he chatted with Bai Jincheng.
"...You call Su Lan the second master?" Bai Jincheng asked.
"Yes, I received a call from my lawyer more than a month ago, and learned that Second Grandpa had passed away and designated me as the heir." Su Ling did not hide anything and simply talked about the inheritance. "Before that, Second Grandpa and I had only met once. After coming here and sorting out his belongings, I slowly got to know him. He...did not get married, and guarded the Su family's old house alone for his entire life."
The white porcelain cup in Bai Jincheng's hand shook, and the tea splashed onto his fingers, boiling hot. However, he was unaware and indifferent, muttering, "He... didn't get married either?"
Su Ling was very observant and heard the word "also". He asked tentatively, "Excuse me, did Mr. Bai not bring his wife back with him this time?"
Bai Jincheng put down his teacup, glanced at Wen Xi and said, "I am not married, so I naturally don't have a wife. Wen Xi's father is my eldest brother's son."
"Ah, so that's how it is." After getting the answer he wanted, Su Ling clasped his slender fingers together and said in a low voice, "Among the relics of the Second Master, there is one thing that I think... it would be more appropriate to give it to you."
A hint of excitement flashed across Bai Jincheng's face.
Wimsey pursed his lips and frowned. When he was a child, he thought that his grandfather missed out on marriage because he was obsessed with painting. Now, listening to him talking to the grandson of an old friend, he felt that something was wrong.
Two good friends who grew up together separated when they were young. Sixty years have passed, and neither of them has married or had children.
What does this mean?
The answer is almost obvious.
Su Ling stood up and took Bai Jincheng into the study next door. Wen Xi followed them and looked up.
The layout of the study was the same as the living room, low-key luxury, and the painting "The Highest Good is Like Water" hanging on the wall attracted Wen Xi's attention. It was a wild cursive painting, with flying dragons and dancing phoenixes, sometimes real and sometimes virtual, unrestrained and free. Without twenty years of practice, it would be impossible to write such good calligraphy.
Who wrote it?
Wen Xi looked at the signature curiously and found a red seal with "Su Ling" on it.
Su Ling!
Wen Xi suddenly turned his head and looked at the young man standing in front of the cabinet and carrying out a wooden box.
He started practicing calligraphy at the age of seven and is now nineteen, having spent twelve years writing. However, he is still regarded as a beginner. Su Ling looks to be only in his early twenties, so how can he write such sophisticated characters?
Is this true talent?
A strong sense of jealousy arose spontaneously.
Bai Jincheng also saw the cursive calligraphy on the wall and asked Su Ling admiringly, "Did you write this?"
Su Ling placed the box on the desk and said humbly, "I saw that the wall was empty, so I just wrote a picture. I'm sorry to embarrass you."
Bai Jincheng said: "Cursive calligraphy requires momentum. Your casualness is a gift that others cannot obtain in their lifetime."
Being praised, Su Ling did not shy away and said generously, "Thank you for the compliment."
Because of Su Lan, Bai Jin looked at Su Ling with even more kindness and gentleness, and this scene was particularly glaring in Wen Xi's eyes.
Grandfather... Could it be...
Wimsey clenched his fists unconsciously.
Su Ling opened the lid of the wooden box and said to Bai Jincheng: "This is the relic I gave to you on behalf of my second master..."
Bai Jincheng was shocked to see the box full of letters. After a while, he slowly reached out and picked up a letter. There was no recipient's address and name on the envelope, only the sender's address and name, as well as the time the letter was written.
Su Lan——
Is this Su Lan's unsent letter?
Bai Jincheng took out the letter paper tremblingly and slowly unfolded it. The neat and beautiful handwriting immediately came into his sight.
"Brother Jincheng, good morning... You said you would write to me, and I waited for half a year, but I didn't get your letter. I couldn't help but write to you first. When I receive your letter in the future and have your new address, I will send you the letter together..."
This is the tone of an innocent boy, and the words are full of vitality. He writes whatever he thinks of, and what he writes most is his longing for the person he admires.
The author has something to say: The next chapter is the V chapter~~ Actually, I wanted to make the last free chapter more attractive, preferably to write about Ling Bao selling vegetables live, or being found by the lurch, but the plan couldn't keep up with the changes, and I didn't write about it. These contents are... all after the V chapter. (I don't know if you are still willing to follow it, just... let it go, 5555 I really tried my best.)
I never expected that after I wrote 70,000 words, the top and bottom rivalry hasn't even begun. I'm covering my face.
In fact, I am also looking forward to their rivalry after they meet. It will definitely be quite "passionate", everyone knows that, right?
Why do we write about the Second Grandpa’s feelings here? Because it will give Su Ling a lot of insights and allow her to learn something from it, as well as better ways to handle her feelings.
As for the question everyone has been asking about, what exactly is Wen Xi? Well, of course, it exists to slap people in the face~