Xiang Nuan made an OK gesture, "No problem."
The couple hasn't seen each other for another week, so they need to have a good time to communicate and exchange feelings.
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In the winter of 1981, Xiang Nuan officially graduated and was assigned to the Haiyan District People's Court in Beijing. Because her workplace was close to the small western-style building, she usually lived there and returned to the compound on weekends.
That day she went home from get off work as usual, but before she got home she noticed an old man at the door, with his hands behind his back and his back bent, craning his neck to look inside.
She walked over and asked, "Uncle, who are you looking for?"
Xiang Jinghua, who had his back to her, couldn't help but tremble when he heard the voice that was imprinted deep in his mind.
Seeing that he remained silent, Xiang Nuan called out again, "Master?"
Xiang Jinghua smiled bitterly, pulled the corners of his lips, and slowly turned to look at her.
Xiang Nuan was stunned for a long time when she saw the familiar yet unfamiliar face before she dared to confirm that he had aged a lot. At that moment, a feeling of hatred and grievance surged in her heart. She knew that this was the original owner's feeling.
"When did you come back?"
Xiang Nuan suppressed the complexity in her heart and asked calmly.
Xiang Jinghua felt mixed emotions when he saw his increasingly mature daughter. She was the one who reported him and published an advertisement to sever their father-daughter relationship. He had been resentful for all these years. On the way back to Beijing, he thought that if the father and daughter met again, he would definitely ask her why she did this. But when he really saw her, he didn't hate her so much. Seeing her rosy face, he felt relieved that she hadn't suffered any hardship. Thinking carefully, he was sorry for the child and shouldn't have left her alone to face it.
"I came back the day before yesterday. Come to see the old house."
After he finished speaking, he pulled the corners of his mouth and put on a kind smile, "Have you been living well these years?"
Xiang Nuan didn't expect that he could still smile at her. After all, she was not free from the responsibility of their being demoted.
"Yeah, it's good."
Seeing her speak so coldly, he knew that she still resented him in her heart. He pointed to the small western-style building and asked, "Have you always lived here?"
"No, I returned the house two years ago and it's under my name now."
Xiang Jinghua nodded when he heard this, at least the matter didn't fall into the hands of others.
Seeing that he was staring at the house, Xiang Nuan said, "Would you like to come in and sit down?"
Xiang Jinghua smiled and said, "Okay."
Xiang Nuan opened the door and he followed. After arriving in the living room, Xiang Nuan pointed at the sofa and said, "Sit down. I'll go make a cup of tea."
Xiang Jinghua nodded and looked around the furnishings in the room.
When Xiang Nuan took over the house, it was already empty. All the current furniture and furnishings were purchased by her later, but she still retained the overall decoration style, so it still has some of the old style.
Thinking of the happy life his family had lived in this house in the past, Xiang Jinghua's eyes couldn't help but become moist. Seeing Xiang Nuan coming over with a teapot, he quickly raised his hand and wiped his tears with his sleeve.
Xiang Nuan poured him a cup of tea and asked, "How did you get back?"
She was indeed very curious, so she asked whatever she wanted to ask, without caring what Xiang Jinghua thought.
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