Chapter 536 If I touch too much, will my tail become bald? (5)

Ever since they knew that Bai Yao was coming to Baihuai Mountain on behalf of his parents, the Wen family had been worried whether the Bai family was interested in the assets in the hands of Second Master Wen.

But in the more than half a month since Bai Yao came, at most he would come to see Second Master Wen and chat with him. The rest of the time he would just stay in the yard and rarely go out. It seemed that he had no intention of making any small moves, so they gradually became relieved.

On this day, Bai Yao put a few small red flowers in the vase and placed it on the wooden table in front of the window. Second Master Wen opened his eyes, turned his head and saw this brilliant color.

This touch of flower color is the brightest color in his house. Mr. Wen's eyes flickered. He couldn't remember the last time he saw flowers blooming.

"This is the begonia on the top of the hill in the back mountain..." Mr. Wen forced a smile, "Did you go to the back mountain?"

Bai Yao nodded. She walked to the bed with the vase in her arms so that Mr. Wen could see every petal of the flower up close. "I think these flowers are very beautiful, so I brought some back."

The old man said slowly: "She used to like to go to the mountain with me to see flowers. They were very beautiful... very beautiful..."

When he mentioned "her", his eyes were filled with tenderness. As for the "very beautiful" he said, whether it refers to flowers or people, this question does not need to be asked, there is an answer.

Bai Yao knew that Master Wen and his wife had lived here all their lives. They had no children and lived in a world of two for their whole lives. After his wife passed away, his health also plummeted.

Of course, their relationship was very good, so even though Bai Yao was very curious about the story between him and his wife, she didn't dare to ask because she was afraid of bringing up his sad memories and his body might not be able to bear it.

But Mr. Wen seemed to know what she wanted to ask. He smiled and said, "At the beginning, she and I were just pen pals. We got to know each other through a letter that was sent to the wrong address. For a long time, we didn't know what each other looked like. But we could communicate through text. She has been to many places and seen many landscapes. She knows much more than I do."

For the old man, recalling the scenes with his lover many years ago in front of his grandchildren was something that calmed his mind and soul. He was in high spirits and almost forgot how dilapidated his body was as he was tortured by illness.

Bai Yao held his chin with both hands, listening attentively, "Uncle Grandpa, have you ever thought about going out into the world?"

"I've thought about it more than once, but my health is too poor, and I can't leave here." The old man smiled, and spoke of these regretful words, but because of the passage of time, there was no regret in his tone, "When I was born, I was constantly sick because of congenital deficiencies. My parents were afraid that I would die early, and I don't know how many ways they thought of."

Bai Yao tucked the quilt for the old man, "But uncle grandpa is a lucky person, and you will live a long life, and you will have a good life in the future."

"The day I got married, I felt that nothing in the world could be better than this." The old man stared at the girl's young face with a complicated expression. After a long while, he said: "Mr. Su took you to pick the flowers on the back hill."

This is an affirmative sentence, not an interrogative sentence.

Facing Bai Yao's puzzled look, the old man said: "The place where begonias grow is very secluded. Apart from her and me, only Mr. Su knows it."

Bai Yao also nodded generously and admitted, "Yes, we went to pick them together."

The old man closed his eyes and seemed to sigh deeply. When he opened his eyes again, he was already in low spirits, "Yaoyao, you'd better leave here quickly."

Bai Yao was stunned for a moment, "Uncle Grandpa?"

"This place... is not suitable for you." The old man's dry hand suddenly held Bai Yao's hand, "Yaoyao, the people here are not suitable for you either."

The door was pushed open from outside, and the third uncle brought his family in enthusiastically, "Second Uncle, we are here to see you!"

Seeing Second Master Wen holding Bai Yao's hand and talking, the third aunt's face changed slightly, fearing that the relationship between Second Master Wen and Bai Yao was really getting better and better.

She hurried over and pushed Wen Jiujiu out, "Uncle, look, this is my daughter Jiujiu."

Then, she pulled her son Wen Ming over, "This is my son Wen Ming. Everyone says that Wen Ming looks like you when you were young. Take a look, is that right?"

Uncle Wen turned his eyes and forced a smile.

The third aunt patted the two children on the back and said, "Why don't you say hello to your uncle?"

Wen Jiujiu and Wen Ming shouted together, "Uncle."

The third uncle also said, "These two children are always talking about you. If they weren't so busy with their studies, they would have wanted to come to Baihuai Mountain to see you a long time ago."

"That's right!" The third aunt replied, and said exaggeratedly, "These two children usually don't have a good face to us, but they are very filial to you, uncle."

Bai Yao was squeezed out of the crowd. She held the vase and glanced at the family of four in front of her.

Wen Jiujiu also felt that her mother's words were too exaggerated and a little embarrassing. She glared at her mother, "Mom!"

The third aunt secretly pinched Wen Jiujiu's waist and whispered with gritted teeth: "Didn't you see that Bai Yao tried so hard to get closer to your uncle, how can you not work harder?"

Wen Jiujiu looked back at Bai Yao, and couldn't help muttering in her heart, the aunt's family said before that they were not interested in the uncle's property, why is Bai Yao so active now, it doesn't look like she is not interested in money.

The third uncle also secretly pushed Wen Ming and whispered: "Perform well, and I will buy you a new computer when I go back."

Wen Ming was reluctant, and her face improved a little when she heard the three words "new computer".

Third uncle and his aunt wanted to chat about family matters, but Second Master Wen had already closed his eyes and fallen asleep. They couldn't wake him up to let him see if his nephew really looked like himself when he was young, so they could only sit there and wait for Second Master Wen to wake up.

There was some movement outside the window, as if the branches were swaying in the wind and hitting the window.

Bai Yao put the vase on the table and looked out the window. He happened to see a red corner of clothes vaguely showing behind a locust tree not far away.

His figure moved slightly, his hands rested on the trunk of the tree, and half of his face slowly appeared. His white hair obediently hung down his shoulders, outlining a light arc in the breeze.

Bai Yao turned around again and saw Third Uncle's family surrounding the bed, guarding the sleeping old man.

The third aunt smiled and said, "Yaoyao, go and have a rest. We are here to take care of you."

Bai Yao smiled vainly, "Thank you for your hard work."

She left the room and walked briskly to the big tree. She walked back and suddenly a large handful of white hit her eyes.

"Yaoyao, Sophora japonica flowers."