time is with you

Chapter 10 Gentle Persistence and Watching (3)
"Rong Rong," Mei Hongyuan caressed the edge of the photo, "You are still so beautiful, and I am one year older."

There was no more gentle words to answer him, only the wind blowing from the mountains, slightly shaking his clothes that were a little soiled.

There was the sound of footsteps coming from the wind, Mei Hongyuan looked up and saw a graceful white figure approaching slowly, he raised his hand to cover his wet eyes, "Think about it, you are back."

"Father." Mei Ran approached, and placed the white crane taro in her arms in front of the grave, one left and one right with the original bunch, "I heard from Aunt Zhou that you came here very early."

"It's rare to be free," Mei Hongyuan said with a smile, "I just wanted to come and accompany your mother soon."

Mei Ran nodded, and put incense on her mother first, "Mom, I'm back to see you."

The woman stared at her quietly with soft eyes.

"Mom, how are you doing over there? Dad and I... miss you very much. Dad will be 51 today, and he called me very worried last night," Mei Ran said softly with reddish eyes. Laughing, "Ask if there is any medicine that can slow down aging. He said that he doesn't want to age so quickly, and he is afraid that you won't recognize him if he ages too quickly..."

"Oh," Mei Hongyuan sighed, "Think about it, you should at least save some face for your father in front of your mother."

Mei Ran continued: "Mom, Dad is very disobedient. I told him not to drink, but his secretary said he always obeyed!"

"Rongrong, your daughter is not very obedient, she always doesn't eat and sleep on time," Mei Hongyuan held his forehead helplessly, "Do you think I should quickly find a man to take care of her?"

Mei Ran pursed her lips, "Look, Mom, Dad despises me, he wishes he could marry me off as soon as possible."

Mei Hongyuan couldn't bear this charge, he waved his hands again and again, "What's the matter, I wish I could keep you by my side for the rest of my life!"

Think about it, I miss your mother very much, but my father still has to accompany you on a long, long journey in this world.

Long enough to hand you over to another man worth entrusting for life, long enough for you to give birth to a new life, long enough for the day when I have no strength to go on.I believe that this will also be your mother's wish.

Mei Ran's nose turned sour.

The night before my mother passed away, people had already recovered a little bit.

"Hongyuan, I'm tired."

The father held her hand and said to her over and over again, "I will accompany you as far as you can go, and if you can't go, I will carry you on my back, you..."

After all, time will keep this beloved woman forever.

But Mei Ran knew that somewhere in her father's heart, there was a lamp that was always burning for her mother.

No one can enter that place.

The twilight is like a pair of dexterous hands, quietly picking up the sunset clouds scattered in the sky one by one, and changing them to the full moon and stars in an instant.

The father and daughter walked back home side by side under the moonlight.

Mei Ran went into the kitchen to cook longevity noodles for her father. Seeing that there was still some dough left, she rolled it into thin dough and made dumplings.

The old lady of the Mei family has a unique taste and has her own small kitchen. She usually doesn't eat with everyone, so besides Fu Shijin, there are only Mei Hongyuan, his father and daughter and Mei Qingyuan, the second uncle of the Mei family, on the table.

Aunt Zhou brought up the noodles and put them in front of Mei Hongyuan, "Sir, Miss Ran made this specially for you, the only one in the world! I wish you good luck like Donghai and Shoubi Nanshan!"

Mei Hongyuan smiled and said, "Thank you."

Old Aunt Zhou said with a smile again: "Miss cooked the dishes tonight, I just made a start."

"Really?" Mei Hongyuan glanced at his daughter in surprise, "Then I have to try it out!"

He looked at Fu Shijin again, "Shi Jin, don't be too polite, treat yourself like your own home."

Fu Shijin nodded, picked up a piece of bamboo shoots and tasted it, it tasted really good.

Mei Ran also looked over, seeing that his complexion was better than when he came, and she was relieved.

At this time, there was a sudden movement outside the house, and Mei Liangzhi, who was dressed in dust and dust, came in smelling the fragrance, hurriedly washed his hands, poked a dumpling with chopsticks, stuffed it into his mouth, and swallowed it whole.

"Drove hours and hours and was starving!"

Mei Ran pushed over a small plate of dipping sauce, "Eat slowly, and be careful not to choke."

Mei Qingyuan also said, "I've become a professor, but I'm still so impatient."

Mei Liangzhi didn't take it seriously, "Doesn't the professor need to eat?"

"This child..."

After drinking and eating, Mei Liangzhi sighed a long time, "Uncle, your daughter goes out of the living room and into the kitchen. It will be a very good fortune for any man to marry her in the future!"

Mei Ran knew that her cousin was a little drunk at this time, but she was inexplicably stunned by his "nonsense" after drinking, her ears were slightly warm, and she secretly looked in a certain direction...

Those clear deep eyes met her quietly, it was as if she had crashed into a soft March lake, suffocating, drowning and unable to extricate herself.

Had he been looking at her before?
This time, Mei Ran didn't look away.

She suddenly realized that she seemed different to this man.

After dinner, everyone sat in the living room and chatted comfortably, and Mei Ran went into the kitchen to prepare tea and fruit for them.

Just after washing a plate of cherry tomatoes, old Aunt Zhou rushed in, "Miss Mengran is back."

Mei Ran continued to cut the guava into slices, and said with a casual smile, "I'll be back when I come back."

Old Aunt Zhou gasped, "She came back this time dressed up in a coquettish manner. When I first entered the door, I was almost not scared off by her eyes. The old lady was very happy to see her, and she didn't even show most of her breasts." What are you talking about, you should know that you used to wear..."

Mei Ran turned off the faucet, dried her hands, and then asked slowly, "You just said, what did the old lady in shorts say about me behind my back?"

Old Aunt Zhou swallowed her saliva, "Say you...are immoral."

Mei Ran: "..."

"She is old and confused, her elbows are turned outwards, obviously you are the young lady of the Mei family, she..."

"Aunt Zhou," Mei Ran interrupted her softly, "as long as she is still a member of the Mei family."

Old Aunt Zhou lived for most of her life and didn't care about the girl in front of her eyes, so she couldn't help but sigh, "Miss Ran, I just feel worthless for you."

"It's nothing worthless," Mei Ran said, "I am me, she is her, she is not important enough to affect my life."

"Okay, let's take out all the fruit."

"Wait first!"

Mei Ran was puzzled, "Huh?"

Aunt Zhou suddenly reached out and put her hand on her waist, and lifted the skirt up, "Wouldn't it be a waste of money to hide those white and straight legs?"

Mei Ran couldn't help laughing.

In the living room, Mrs. Mei was all smiles, "I am not boasting about my family. I have been well-behaved since I was a child, and now I am a big star. The singing is really good!"

Mei Mengran blushed and said coquettishly, "Grandma, how can I be as good as you say?"

The old lady Mei was born with big arms and round waists when she was young, and she still has the same charm when she gets old. When she smiled, the mole on the corner of her mouth almost squeezed into the corner of her eyes, "You are in my heart, that is the best!"

"Mr. Fu," Mei Mengran said shyly, "We met a few times before, do you remember?"

The old lady Mei was pleasantly surprised, "So destined?" She patted Mei Mengran's hand, "You have become a big star, and now you can be said to be a household name, and grandma will be waiting for you in the future!"

Fu Shijin thought for a while, "I don't have any impression."

The old lady's smile was hard on the corner of her mouth.

"How could it be? Last time it was obvious..."

Mei Liangzhi hurriedly smoothed things over, "Of course, did you remember wrongly, I heard that Mr. Fu returned to China only recently."

At this moment, Mei Ran came out of the kitchen and poured a cup of brewed tea for each person. When it was Fu Shijin's turn, she handed him a cup of warm water, "You can only drink this."

Old Madam Mei said in astonishment, "You know each other?"

"Unfortunately, she is my attending physician."

The atmosphere suddenly became a little subtle, and Mei Qingyuan laughed out of time, "What a coincidence!"

Before he finished speaking, he was glared at by Mrs. Mei.

At this time, a servant came over, "Mr. Fu, sir, please come to the study."

"Miss Ran, sir asked you to come with me."

After the two left, Mei Liangzhi suddenly felt bored, and he was really tired, so he went back to the room first.

There were only three people left in the living room, and the old lady said disdainfully: "This young man is too proud, but why did you fall in love with him?"

Mei Mengran was absent-minded and said something casually.

Mei Qingyuan rubbed his nose, "He also has the capital of pride. I heard that he has a deep background. According to the information I got, he is an antique collector and appraiser, and the antique store in Shanghai called Mingpinzhai. Under the name..."

The old lady sneered, "My dignified Mei family...what did you say?" She took a few deep breaths, "Just donated more than one hundred million?"

The calculations in her heart immediately began to rattle, and a light of surprise burst out from her old eyes, "Of course, if you marry this man, you don't have to worry about it in this life or the next!"

Mei Mengran became alive like a dead tree in spring, "Grandma, do you think I can marry him?"

"Not too possible."

Mei Qingyuan rubbed his chin, looked at his adopted daughter and said thoughtfully, "The gap between you is too great. If you ask me, in terms of family background, Ran Ran might be more suitable."

"You bastard!" The old lady spat, "A dog can't spit out ivory, and its elbows are always turning out. Tell me, but in what way is it worse than Mei Ran?!"

Mei Qingyuan shrank aside and did not speak.

There is a reason for the old lady Mei's partiality, only one of the two brothers of the Mei family is her own, and that is the unworthy idiot in front of her!

She was very competitive in her life. She walked out of the mountains, and by chance, she was hired by the Mei family to serve the old man. Later, she successfully became the wife of the Mei family and gave birth to a fat son.

The poverty and desolation in the first half of his life was like a dream in his life. He thought that he would have a stable life, but he didn't expect that Mr. Mei suddenly fell into a serious illness, and he was about to die soon.

Mrs. Mei was crying so hard that the floor made a "bang bang" sound, crying for her father and mother, and for her life.

The old man was so confused by her that he rolled his eyes straight, he could only hang his last breath, and told the eldest son who was kneeling in front of the bed, "Brothers in the family are half of each other, son, you must treat this late mother well..."

After the old man passed away, the old lady firmly consolidated her position as the head of the house, and tried every means to squeeze out the thorn in Mei's eldest son.

Mei Hongyuan was young and energetic at the time, he didn't even bother to compete with a woman, so he simply went out to venture into the world by himself.

A few years later, when he returned to his hometown with his wife and young daughter, the entire Mei family regarded him as the pillar of the family, which can be described as infinite glory.

Mei Qingyuan, who was spoiled by the old lady since she was a child, squandered most of her family property, and finally entrusted her relationship to find a job in the city hall, and her life was tepid.

The old lady had already had thousands of thorns in her heart, she was so jealous that she did not know how many times she had replaced her gold teeth, but it was a pity that the situation was irreversible.

Now, from this young man, she seems to have seen hope again, and she has avenged her shame.

In the study, the lights are bright.

A slender man stood in front of a painting, his eyes slightly drooping, "This "Pinghu Flowing Spring" is smudged with light colors, splashed with thick ink, the ink rhyme is vivid, and the artistic conception is light and distant. It is undoubtedly an authentic work by Tang Yin."

Everyone knows that Tang Yin of the Wumen School of Painting in the Ming Dynasty was famous for his "elegant and meticulous" painting style. His works are the peak of Chinese literati paintings, and their collection value is extremely high, so there are many fakes on the market.

Fu Shijin is an expert in antique research and identification. If he says it is genuine, there must be no fake.

Mei Hongyuan laughed brightly: "Then my money is not in vain."

"The identification of calligraphy and painting generally starts with seals, paper silk, inscriptions, collection seals, descriptions and decorations." Fu Shijin's voice was slightly lowered, his voice was low, and it sounded very magnetic. In addition, there is another credential."

"Oh?" Mei Hongyuan was very interested.

Mei Ran also looked over, with a slight smile on her lips.

"Intuition." Fu Shijin said, "I was fortunate enough to buy a fragment of Tang Yin's "Eight Scenery" from a Singaporean businessman.

He turned around again, and his eyes fell on the opposite person meaningfully, "Everyone's voice has its own characteristics, and you can know who he is just by listening to the pronunciation. .”

Seeing that Mei Ran lowered her head, he pulled his gaze back inch by inch.

"Not bad." Mei Hongyuan nodded again and again, looking at him with a little appreciation, "It has the demeanor of your grandfather back then."

He and Mr. Fu are old friends. The old man was a well-known figure in the field of antique collectors back then. Unexpectedly, his grandson is also better than blue now.

Hearing the mention of his grandfather, Fu Shijin looked a little sad.

He lost his father when he was young, and lived with his grandfather. Jade, porcelain, and famous paintings from past dynasties can be seen everywhere in the house, and his grandfather taught him to identify them.Thinking about it now, he took this road, not unrelated to this old man.

Unknowingly, the night was late, and the three of them left the study together.Mei Hongyuan's bedroom is in the southeast corner, on a different road from them, so they are separated at the door.

Mei Ran seemed to be preoccupied, even her shadow was a little heavy, Fu Shijin didn't speak, and walked quietly beside her.

The ringtone of the mobile phone suddenly broke the silence of the night, "It was my luck to meet you when I was the most beautiful..."

This is the ringtone specially set by Yu Sheng, her call came at an inappropriate time.Mei Ran was a little guilty, and hung up after saying a few words.

From behind came the man Qing Lingling's voice, his tone was so light that no emotion could be heard, "Is this MR's "Encounter"?"

"Yes... yes," Mei Ran tried to make her voice sound calm, "What a coincidence... ah, Mr. Fu, you also know MR? I really like her."

He didn't answer, but turned sideways to meet her eyes.

Mei Ran's heart was in a mess, and she danced out of rhythm.The bottom of the man's deep eyes is like the bright night sky above his head at this moment, mysterious and far away, no, sometimes very close, so close that she can clearly see the little self reflected on it.

Yeah? He laughed and said, "I really like her too." "

"You really told her that?" Ye Qihan almost drove the car into the moat, "It's really hard to imagine what it would be like for a person like you to confess his love to a woman."

He is Fu Shijin, the Fu Shijin whom so many ladies and ladies flock to but still stay calm and stay away!

"Then what was her reaction?" He described imaginatively, "Did she throw herself into your arms crying with joy and say loudly 'I am MR'? Or..."

Fu Shijin felt a little helpless, "You have too much imagination."

"Ah? Just let her go like this," the voice on the other end of the phone was full of regret, "How long are you going to boil the frog in warm water?"

"I once wrote her an email," Fu Shijin laughed self-deprecatingly. "Just after she agreed to cooperate with me, I told her that I hope to meet her..."

"And then?" Ye Qihan couldn't wait to know the follow-up.

"Then, she disappeared."

After a long silence, Fu Shijin sighed, "I wonder if I pushed her too fast, maybe she didn't..."

Maybe she doesn't have the same feeling for me that I have for her, maybe she won't believe that there is a man who once loved her so deeply, who has never met but just liked her, so absurdly and purely like her.

So, this time I just had to take my time and wait until she wasn't about to run away again or until I was sure I could get her back even if she disappeared again.

After hanging up the phone, Fu Shijin looked at the bright moon outside the window and fell into deep thought. He thought of something, and picked up the phone to turn on the screen again.

Although there is an assistant to help take care of it, there are still many new fans, private messages and comments displayed on the upper right of Weibo. He clicked off the "X" next to them one by one, and then entered in the search box: Think about it.

It's the name, although it's a bit strange.

He recalled that when she blushed and said she liked MR just now, her phone suddenly turned on, and he saw a message pop up on the screen with sharp eyes: "Think about it, you have three new private messages".

Fu Shijin clicked on this Weibo page called "Think about it", and smiled slightly when he saw the profile picture, it must be her.

He read Weibo one by one.

In the Meiqing Pavilion in the northwest corner, Mei Mengran was also checking Weibo while thinking about what the old lady said.

(End of this chapter)