It's good to be able to look at her.
Even if it stayed like this for the rest of his life, even if she would never look back for him, even if it ended in vain, he couldn't do anything about it. He had no way to deal with her...
She agreed, and he was ecstatic.
She didn't respond, so he just kept looking at her.
It's all right, just being able to look at her is enough.
This trip lasted for two years.
At that time, the twins born to Wu Wanying were already one year old. They were busy moving. Wen Xiangli had good political achievements and was transferred to the capital to take up a post.
Wu Wanying was very happy. She missed the capital and the people there very much.
Seeing her happy, Wen Xiangli also had a gentle smile on his face.
"Aying." He walked into the room.
He started calling her that soon after they got married.
She turned around, some sweat on her forehead, "Huh?"
"Fei'er and Jin'er are awake."
The son's name is Wen Fei and the daughter's name is Wen Jin.
Wu Wanying nodded, put down what she was holding and walked over, only to see the two children sleeping soundly on the couch.
When she turned around, she saw Wen Xiangli taking the things she had packed and busying himself with his head down. He even deliberately took the things farther away and moved quickly. Was he afraid that she would come over and steal the work?
Wu Wanying laughed and walked over to tease him, "Master Wen can't do such rough work."
Sure enough, Wen Xiangli's ears turned red.
The Wen family didn't have many servants, and the masters were used to doing things themselves. Wu Wanying didn't have any difficulty adapting to it. Instead, she felt more comfortable without all the red tape.
Wen Xiangli felt that he owed her, and was reluctant to let her do everything herself, so he did it for her.
Later, when Old Lady Wen found out, she called him over and told him that he was spoiling her too much. He lowered his head and stammered, saying that she was frail and shouldn't do these things.
Wen Xiangli kept moving his hands and finished quickly. When he turned around, he saw her smiling face and stood there in a daze.
"Wh...what happened?"
Wu Wanying smiled and shrugged, "Master Wen lied to me."
He clenched his fist over his lips and coughed twice, his eyes dodging. "I did wake up just now."
Her smile widened. "You don't lie at all."
Wen Xiangli didn't respond, but took a handkerchief to wipe her sweat and said softly, "When we get to the capital, hire more servants and maids."
Wu Wanying neither nodded nor shook her head, letting him wipe the sweat off her face. He then said, "Don't be too tired, okay?"
She finally smiled and said, "It's so hard to hear a caring word from you."
He just keeps his head down and does his work, but his mouth seems to be welded shut.
Wen Xiangli blushed again, "I'm not very good at speaking..."
Wu Wanying smiled and nodded, "I know."
As late spring was coming to an end, the entire Wen family finally arrived in the capital.
Wu Wanying raised her hand to open the carriage curtain and saw her family and the five golden flowers standing at the city gate, waving at her and calling her with a smile.
She smiled and was about to jump off the carriage, but Wen Xiangli pulled her back in time and carefully helped her out of the carriage. She then lifted her skirt and ran over, throwing herself into their arms.
"Ling'er! Xiao'an! Sister Xiaofei! Wantang! And Huan'an!"
She called out to each of them one by one, holding them tightly, "I missed you so much."
As he spoke, his voice became choked with sobs and his eyes became red.
Several people asked her if she was okay, and they all shed tears.
"Okay, I'm fine. Are you guys okay?"
Jiang Ling couldn't stop crying, but she smiled and nodded, "Okay, we are fine, we are just looking forward to your return."
She was crying too, with tears falling down her face. Several women hugged each other and cried loudly at the city gate, which made everyone laugh and feel distressed.
The morning light was dim, and the early sun slowly rose from the horizon, illuminating the tears on their faces.
The six golden flowers are reunited again. No matter when and where, no matter how things and people change, or how far the mountains and rivers are, their friendship will never change.
We met under the dew, and its shadow wet our clothes.
There are many distant mountains, and the friendship among them is like the springs and streams in the mountains, making beautiful music, echoing among the distant mountains, accompanying the sunrise and sunset, the cycle of the four seasons, and never ending.
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Note: When we met under the dew, the flowing shadow wet our clothes.
From Yuan Mei's "Passing by the Borrowed Garden at Night and Seeing the Owner Sitting Under the Moon Playing the Flute" in the Qing Dynasty
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