Let’s talk about it tomorrow?
It's just an excuse.
After leaving here, Wuyi sneaked in through the back window the next night and found that she had left. She never passed by the villa again.
He could sell the villa, but he was still worried about Xiaojiu.
Just like his mom said, he hurt her.
But his reason told him that if it wasn't suitable, it wasn't suitable. He didn't want to be like his friends and just fall in love or play the game of keeping a mistress in a mansion.
What he envied most was the relationship between his parents, and he also wanted to have a perfect relationship.
But Xiaojiu is not his mother, and he is not his father.
He was unable to pamper a woman to the point where she was the leader of the whole world. His heart could not accommodate a woman who was entwined with him like a vine.
I quietly went to Xiaojiu's university and watched her change from being depressed to being happy and integrated into the surroundings, and then watched her have a party with her classmates to celebrate her American citizenship.
May Day quietly left, and with it the last bit of concern for her.
As rational as she is, since she has found the path she wants most, he has no worries. This result is undoubtedly the best.
What is love?
May Day does not want to think too deeply about this issue. The affection I once had is too cheap if I don’t have the ability to protect it.
"Son, do you have a cold?"
Hearing the familiar voice on the other end of the phone, Wuyi smiled brightly, "Mom, I can hear the sound of firecrackers. I miss you."
"You little bastard, don't you miss your father?"
There was a burst of laughter on May Day.
Home is still his home. Everything in the world can change, except family affection and his parents who love and care for him, who are always silently behind him.
"Dad, you're jealous, haven't you prepared your son's New Year's money yet? If I say I miss you a few more times, can you give me a few more red envelopes?"
"You did this on purpose, didn't you? Your mother has all your father's money. Wife, can I ask you for an advance? Your son is bullying me."
"Don't involve me in your argument, father and son. Stupid! Just give me a red envelope and a penny."
Wuyi laughed heartily. His parents made him anxious.
The New Year in a foreign country has long passed. On New Year's Eve, Santa Claus has already sneaked back home to sleep. The streets are the same as usual, without any New Year atmosphere.
After being personally escorted into the car by Miao's cousin, Wuyi suddenly understood why his mother attached so much importance to the reunion dinner. Besides eating and drinking well at the end of the year, isn't it also about enjoying the warm atmosphere?
He is still unfilial after all.
"You kid, are you still being polite to me? Are you short of money recently? Why didn't you tell me? Then don't sell the house. I'll give you a big red envelope later."
"Aunt, I'm not short of money. I usually live in school. If the house is empty, I have to hire someone to clean it up. Not only is it a waste, but if a classmate wants to come to my house, it will be difficult to refuse."
"Does your mother know? She asked me to take good care of you. Please don't destroy our sisterly relationship."
"Oh, how dare I? I told you, my mom said it's up to me." Wuyi changed the subject, "My brother and sister are all at home? Why didn't they come over?"
"They wanted to come, but I didn't agree. Who knows if they'll be fooled by you like last time."
“…”
The car kept moving forward, and Wuyi was surprised to find that this direction was not the direction of the other party's husband's house, but since he was already there, he decided to make the best of it and did not ask for an answer.
That villa area is very famous in New York. It is a wealthy area. Some of his schoolmates live in this area and have visited here.
It was only when the car stopped at a large villa that he discovered a group of people standing on the lawn at the door, a group headed by three old men and two old ladies.
Wuyi swiftly noticed Miao Tianming's guilty conscience and shook his head with a smile. There was a kind of white lie, so how could he blame his uncle?
As soon as the car stopped, Wuyi straightened his clothes, opened the door, and walked to the front of the group to greet them.
Although his grandmother's background is not suitable for public disclosure, the elders of the Miao family did not say it, but his cousins of the same generation as him treated him very well.
Especially the three elderly people, who had repeatedly urged me on the phone to come visit them, but after all, they were scattered all over the world.
He wanted to visit, but he didn't have the time. Fortunately, he had met his cheerful uncle before, so he didn't seem unfamiliar this time.
Originally, Wuyi thought that there was a group of people in front of him celebrating the New Year together, but he really thought wrongly and supported the eldest uncle of the Miao family who was holding his hand tightly.
As soon as I stepped into the living room, I was surrounded by people!
Well, no matter men, women, young or old, everyone is wearing a Tang suit or a cheongsam. I guess this time the whole family gathered in New York to celebrate the New Year together.
After greeting everyone, Wuyi was pushed into the room by Miao Tianming and changed into a Tang suit, which made him feel strange - he had never worn it once in a formal occasion.
As I recall, when the three brothers were young, their mother let them wear silk Tang suits as pajamas to sleep. Later, the domestic situation changed.
Those small clothes were also hidden away. His mother said they were to be used as pajamas for their children in the future.
Before he went abroad, the situation relaxed and there were more old men in Tang suits practicing Tai Chi in the park. Of course, his mother had made preparations for them.
But after getting used to wearing military uniforms, the three brothers and his father were all unwilling to put them on and act like monkeys in the courtyard.
If his mother were here, she'd be beaming. There was nothing his mother disliked about traditional things. Putting everything else aside, her favorite was the qipao, a dress she'd secretly try on for years, asking her father if it looked good on her.
"Uncle, is there a master here who specializes in making cheongsams?"
"Yes, I heard them gathered together this afternoon, saying there's an old man in Chinatown who's a good cook. They even made an appointment to go there together."
When he heard that it was an old gentleman, Wuyi was a little disappointed. His mother was very picky and her favorite were embroidered cheongsams, especially the relics of his great-grandmother Gu Mingzhu.
"Is there anyone who is good at embroidery?"
"You'd better ask my aunt. She knows some, but they're very expensive. You know, embroidery is already a kind of handicraft. There are fewer and fewer people who can embroider now. The older generation's eyes are blurry. My sister doesn't think highly of the skills of those young apprentices."
Wuyi nodded in agreement, thinking about asking someone himself.
Without waiting for him to inquire, Miao Tianming was impatient to find the old lady of the Miao family.
The old lady was very happy to know that Zhou Jiao liked these. When she moved abroad, she brought a lot of dowry, including many cheongsams.
She is old and it is not suitable for her to wear it. But the younger generations nowadays like Western clothes. Not to mention that these children look down on her, she also doesn't want her clothes to be ruined.
No problem!
Her husband told her privately that this was her sister-in-law's only daughter, and since the child liked it, they could give it all to the child as a souvenir.
The old lady stood up energetically and walked quickly back to the bedroom.
What are you doing?
Make a phone call! Have the housekeeper at Gangcheng's house mail the stuff here quickly.
When you get old, it’s easy to forget things, so don’t go back and forget them.
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