Three Hundred and Twenty-Four

"What's wrong with getting older? I'm not a woman anymore?! You can't study with your son? Look at others..."

The old lady's eyes drifted to Xia Xingchen's finger again.

Xia Xingchen's scalp was numb.

Finally, he knew how he had provoked the old lady just now, and he also knew why the old lady looked at his ring like that.

The old lady yelled at the old man, and finally hung up the phone with a smile on her face. I don't know what the old man said over there. The old lady's mood immediately improved, and she turned her face to talk to Xia Xingchen, and she also regained her previous kindness.

"Is there anything for dinner tonight?" the old lady asked.

"Go back and do it yourself, just eat whatever you want."

"Since there is no appointment, then go back to Zhongshan with me to eat. Haven't you met his uncle yet, they are all here, come back and meet me."

Although we didn't meet officially, we actually met today. Xia Xingchen thought of Wei Yang, and said, "Ma'am, today I..."

"Okay, it's settled, come with me. Leave your car here, and I'll ask the driver to come and drive you back to your place later."

When the old lady's words fell, it was like a seal. Everyone in the family is like this, and they don't say anything to others. When she came back to her senses, she had been dragged out of the shopping mall by the old lady.

The driver drove the car and stopped in front.

...

On the way, Xia Xingchen remembered that Bai Yeqing had told him not to go to Zhongshan's old house in the near future, but now that he was in the car, it was impossible to refuse. Simply let it go and let it go.

But when I thought about facing the old man again in a while, my heart was somewhat trembling.

It was still early when we arrived at Zhongshan's old house.

Xia Xingchen followed the old lady into the door, and the old lady asked, "Where is the old gentleman?"

"The old gentleman has come back from the hospital and is in the study right now."

"Did he bring anything with him when he came back?" the old lady asked, her eyes wandering around.

"some.

Wait a moment, I'll get it for you. "The servant said, taking out an exquisite gift box.

The old lady was overjoyed when she saw it. Inside was a brocade box. When the brocade box was opened, a pair of rings appeared impressively. It was only then that Xia Xingchen realized why the old lady was so happy after she hung up on the old man's phone.

I see.

"Xingchen, come and see!" The old lady was busy showing off like a child, with a bit of complacency in her smiling eyes, "The old man has a good vision."

"That's right. The old man has such a good eye." Xia Xingchen hurriedly followed suit.

"Don't look at the diamond on this ring is not as big as yours. The old man knows that I like this simple and low-key style."

Do you really like simple and low-key?

When she was just trying on clothes, she could tell that the old lady is also a trendy person, and she still wears very trendy clothes now, the low-key and simple ones are definitely not her old man's style.

However, of course she didn't expose it, she just nodded vigorously, "Yes, the old man understands your preferences, so naturally he will follow suit."

"I really can't see it, the old man has very good taste."

As the saying goes, beauty is in the eye of the beholder. The old lady kept staring at the ring, she couldn't put it down. Tried and tried, tried and tried, and kept asking if the stars look good.

"By the way, let's just look at the ring." The old lady put the ring on, and then she remembered the business, and found a few bags from a pile of shopping bags, -->>

"This is the clothes I just bought for his second uncle. You can take them for him to try and see if they fit?"

"Shall I go?" Xia Xingchen pointed at himself.

The old lady was upset, "Is that why you are so unhappy, why don't you let my old lady carry such a heavy bag?"

"Of course not." Xia Xingchen explained, "I was worried that I would be reckless in going this far."

"His uncle is not like the old man, go ahead, I'll go upstairs to find the old man." The old lady pushed the bag into Xia Xingchen's arms, and she couldn't wait to go upstairs.

Xia Xingchen looked at the pile of things, feeling a little helpless. Aunt Lin smiled, "Miss Xia, don't mind, the old lady treats you as her own family. Sit down, I'll see you off."

"No. I'll go." Xia Xingchen stopped Aunt Lin, glanced upstairs, and said with a smile, "Lady Madam, if she finds out that it was you who sent it, she might still have to blame me."

Aunt Lin nodded, and didn't insist anymore.

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Xia Xingchen walked all the way to another villa.

This side is much quieter than that of the main building. The ivy circled a path until it reached the front of the small building. Even though the winter wind blew, it was still very cold.

Xia Xingchen looked around and saw that the fence was full of various flowers and plants. It can be seen that it has been carefully trimmed, and it is very beautiful.

She just arrived, and a servant came out to greet her.

"Miss Xia."

Xia Xingchen nodded slightly, "Is Second Master Bai there?"

"Yes. The old man is arranging his flowers and plants in the greenhouse. It's cold outside. Come in first, and I'll let you know."

As the servant spoke, he had already taken the bag from her hand.

Xia Xingchen followed behind her and walked in slowly.

The whole house is full of literati charm, and all the decorations on the stage and in front of the shelf are exquisite objects, domestic collections, foreign antiques, all are collected by famous masters.

It can be seen that Mr. Bai spent a lot of time collecting these in order to decorate the place.

Standing in the living room, Xia Xingchen saw picture albums on the easel in the corner at a glance. She walked over and flipped through it. Looking at it, I suddenly feel a little sad in my heart.

In the album, the picture is a woman. Every page is her.

The woman in the painting is vivid. Although time has passed, Xia Xingchen still recognizes the person in the painting at a glance, who is it if it's not Mrs. Lanting?

A thick picture book with hundreds of sheets. Every picture is her.

Different expressions, different occasions, different outfits.

There are sketches and watercolors.

From the looks of it, this was probably done by the old man in prison.

Xia Xingchen sighed. Time has passed, but the feelings are still there. However, this world is so cruel that they have been separated for more than 20 years.

"Miss Xia."

Just as he was sighing, Second Master Bai's voice sounded from behind.

Xia Xingchen came back to his senses, quickly put away the regret in his heart, closed the drawing book, and turned around, "Uncle, you can call me Xingchen. And..."

She carefully put the drawing book back to its original place, "Sorry, I moved your drawing book out of curiosity, and I hope you don't mind."

Bai Qingrang wore a navy blue Tang suit cotton padded jacket today, and he looked quite energetic. He shook his head, "I don't care about small things."