As if by reflex, Xu Zhaozhao gripped her phone tightly and tucked it into her bosom.
The ringtone turned into a muffled sound, and only then did I realize that Gu Qingyan wasn't home...
"Hey, Haruka."
When it was the first time Xu Zhaozhao had answered a phone call openly and honestly, she felt a little guilty, and her voice became weaker.
"Is Sister Zhao Zhao in the capital?"
Fearing that Xu Zhaozhao might find it strange, he added, "I'm at the Xu family compound."
The Xu Family Compound... I don't remember it, but I know who lives there just by hearing the name.
"I'm in Beijing."
"Aunt Song wants to see you, but she's afraid you won't have time to bother her, so she hasn't dared to tell you."
He was standing in a very open space, and his voice carried on the wind, "I took the liberty of calling my sister to ask her."
Neither she nor Song Jinshi often went home, but Yu Yao, who had only lived at home when she was a child, missed her mother every day.
Anyway, there's nothing much going on today, and this episode of the "Forest Conference" is almost over.
"I'm free today, I'll head over now."
"Okay, I'll wait for you."
I hung up the phone.
Xu Zhaozhao glanced upstairs; Gu Yulin's class had just started, so she decided not to disturb him.
I found "Shishi" in my WeChat contact list.
Shh: Little Juice, what have you been up to lately?
Shishi: [Voice message]
"I'm going to drink that stinky woman Xia Huai's liquor today, and nobody can stop me!"
Shishi: Zhaozhao, this brat is really drunk. What do you need him for?
Considering the context, this tone is definitely something Xia Huai would say.
no.
Why are these two together? And even having a drinking contest?
Shh: It's nothing.
Shh: Sister Xia Huai, please be gentle, spare his life...
Why does Song Jinshi, that silly boy, always like to go against Xia Huai?
Really: [oK]
Well, my unreliable younger brother is completely untrustworthy, I'll have to go by myself.
Xu Zhaozhao changed her clothes, abandoning her usual style of dress because she was going home to see her mother.
She wore a simple white long dress and had her hair in two braids, looking unusually ladylike for once.
Before leaving, she instructed the housekeeper to tell Yu Yu that she had gone to her grandmother's house and that she shouldn't worry.
She won't go to the Xu family compound, but the driver will.
I told the driver, and we arrived at the gate in less than twenty minutes.
Xu Zhaozhao got out of the car, and the driver drove to the underground parking garage.
The entire Xu family compound is filled with Eastern aesthetics.
The corridors and doors are covered with intricate patterns, and even the servants have a vintage feel to them.
"Young Miss".
"Greetings, Miss."
"Welcome home, young lady."
She had already received greetings from more than a dozen people along this short stretch of road, and they all looked to be quite old. She nodded and responded to each of them.
This title is different from "Miss Xu" and "Madam," and I have an indescribable feeling about it.
She has someone protecting her in this world.
Xu Zhaozhao did not exist in the original world.
Some people are unfit to be parents; gambling and domestic violence are common occurrences.
When she was very young, she left that small village with the film crew.
The people in the small village didn't know what a cell phone was, so they couldn't contact her and just assumed she was lost, like she had abandoned a burden.
Xu Zhaozhao took a deep breath, collected her thoughts, and walked into the hall.
Yu Yao noticed her appearance immediately and quietly turned her head away.
Song Zhiyu was still holding gardening shears, with her back to Xu Zhaozhao, trimming the green plants in front of her.
“I plant all the other flowers and plants in the yard,”
She was so engrossed in talking about the green plants in front of her that she didn't notice the commotion behind her. "This one is the only one I want to bring inside and keep an eye on myself."
"Little Fish, do you remember why?"
"Of course I remember."
As he answered, his gaze remained fixed on Xu Zhaozhao, "These daffodil seeds were picked by Sister Zhaozhao herself when she was a month old."
"We used to keep fish under these daffodils, but no matter how many we tried, none of them survived."
Song Zhiyu smiled and put down the scissors. "I didn't expect you to still remember. Zhao Zhao probably doesn't even remember..."
“You were talking badly about me behind my back, but I heard it all.”
Xu Zhaozhao finally spoke at this moment.
Song Zhiyu immediately stopped fiddling with the daffodils, turned around, and looked at Xu Zhaozhao in astonishment.
Both of them had slightly moist eyes, just like the almond-shaped ones.
"Goodness!"
The usually serious and aloof director rushed to his daughter, and only when he touched her burning body temperature did he realize that this was not a hallucination.
Xu Zhaozhao hugged her.
Having been in this world for so long, this is the first time I've ever hugged Ms. Song.
"Let me shed tears and grow a few more wrinkles."
Song Zhiyu gripped her arm tightly, afraid that she would float away if she let go, "Just like your father, a bad guy."
"And what about Dad?"
Xu Zhaozhao looked around several times with a bit of curiosity, but there was no fourth person.
"I rushed off on a business trip abroad this morning."
Song Zhiyu pulled her to sit down on the sofa. "If I had known you would come, I wouldn't have let him leave."
He was indeed startled by Xu Zhaozhao's surprise, and he was about to lose his balance if he didn't sit down.
Xu Zhaozhao raised her eyebrows slightly.
Her father also went abroad this morning?
"Little Fish, come here quickly. It's really rare for the three of us to get together outside of the hospital."
Song Zhiyu held Xu Zhaozhao's hand with one hand and waved to Yu Yao with the other.
He smiled and nodded, then sat down on a single sofa next to them, familiarly brewing tea and pouring it into their teacups.
Through the chat, Xu Zhaozhao could tell that the original owner hadn't been home for a very long time, and she even asked what she had been doing all these years.
Sometimes the conversation would turn to Yu Yao, and he would answer in an orderly manner, recounting his experiences abroad, his humorous language making Ms. Song laugh heartily.
After drinking several pots of tea, the sun was about to set, and Song Zhiyu decided to cook for herself.
She resolutely refused Xu Zhaozhao's help, distrusting her "improved" cooking skills. After much coaxing and pleading, she finally got the job of washing vegetables.
With no work available for Yu Yao, he stood in front of the daffodils, fiddling with them.
Xu Zhaozhao was washing vegetables, glancing at him several times, then leaned close to Song Zhiyu and whispered, "Mom, is my brother also picking daffodils?"
Song Zhiyu smiled at her, "That's right, the two siblings are in sync. I only need to take care of one pot, so Mom doesn't have to get tired."
"That……"
Xu Zhaozhao leaned closer again, "What is Xiaoyao grabbing?"
Song Zhiyu froze for a moment, and the smile on her lips faded.
“His mother passed away early, and his father was busy at the time, so he didn’t catch any small fish.”
Song Zhiyu added, "My dear, please don't reveal your scars in front of others."
Did Yu Yao's mother not even make it past his one-month birthday?
Xu Zhaozhao had mixed feelings.
Yu Yao is like this, and so is Gu Qingyan... What's wrong with this world?
It's like only I and Yuyu have a mother...
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