sinovels Chapter 85 Falling into Jiang Yi's Embrace
Chapter 85 Falling into Jiang Yi's Embrace
Yu Xi froze in place.
Subconsciously refused: "No."
Why did she never give her love, but after she finally got out of the small town and lived her own life, everything came back again.
His lips twitched, but he couldn't say anything.
She just felt that the sun was shining brightly that day, inexplicably revealing the dazzling eyes of summer in the spring day, casting a layer of halo in front of people's eyes, as if she could see the back of her mother walking into the water without looking back.
At this time, a gentle hand held her from the side.
"I'll go with her." Jiang Yi's Qingwan voice came.
The old man looked at her: "Miss Jiang, I remember you are President Ye..."
"She's not." Yu Xi clearly denied it, and shook Jiang Yi's hand tightly: "She is not anyone from Ye Xingzhou, she is my girlfriend, my future wife."
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After the old man nodded, the two got into the car.
The villa that was slowly driving towards was low-key and mediocre, and looked different from Ye Xingzhou.
More emboldened.
Stopping firmly at the door, the man in the suit got out of the car and opened the door respectfully: "Please."
Stepping in, there are elegant orchids, ancient rhyme calligraphy and paintings, several blue and white phoenix vases, and a few clusters of gardenias inserted indifferently.
Yu Xi didn't understand these things, and could only realize the value of these things from Jiang Yi's expression.
"Jiang Yi?"
The two looked up together.
Wen Hankong stood there with a faint smile: "I didn't expect you to come together."
Jiang Yi didn't look very surprised, and nodded: "I'll accompany Yuxi."
"Tell Yuxi to talk to grandpa, and I'll take you to drink tea." Wen Hankong said slowly, with a sense of leisure: "I recently got some good tea, you should like it."
Wen Yuan asked the young men to talk, and he had already walked into the study to wait for Yu Xi.
Jiang Yi: "Wait, let me say a few words to Yu Xi."
Wen Hankong smiled calmly, and pointed: "There is a small balcony over there."
Jiang Yi walked over with Yu Xi.
The garden is full of old trees, covering the sky and the sun, bringing coolness on this weirdly hot sunny day.There are also gardenias in the front hall, but it is different from the gardenia fragrance on Jiang Yi.
The body temperature produces warmth, wrapping it softly.
Jiang Yi lightly rolled his forehead and posted: "I called you here to tell you what I know about the Wen family's situation. Wen Yuan is the leader in the domestic real estate industry. The business started early. As you can see, I have saved so much money. property."
"The more money, the stronger the influence, the tentacles will reach out in all directions. As far as I know, Ye Xingzhou will also make the Wen family score well, not in the same order."
"I'm telling you this to give you a sense of confidence." She held Yu Xi's face in her hands, and lightly wiped the scar left by the stitches on her forehead with her fingertips: "Don't be scared when you see such a battle, to put it bluntly It’s just money and power, if you’re not greedy, they can’t do anything to you.”
"So, kid." Jiang Yi's lips were as soft as spring willows when she picked her lips, and the willows were unbroken, showing toughness: "No matter what old Mr. Wen tells you, just do it according to your own heart."
"I'll wait for you here." The cloud reflected on her face and turned into wind, which meant that the cloud was light and breezy, as if she had said this to Yu Xi when she was 17 years old——
"Children, do whatever you want, and my sister will give you the bottom line."
******
Yu Xi collected herself and was led to the study.
Wen Hankong was standing on the stairs waiting for Jiang Yi, and the cooking aunt was telling her: "The quality of the bird's nest I ordered last time is not very good, it's too fine to eat."
In exchange, she said lightly: "Just throw it away, it's just a bite to eat, it's not a big deal."
Yu Xi suddenly understood why Wen Hankong aroused Jiang Yi's attention the first time she appeared beside her.
Because of Wen Hankong's body, there is a sense of calmness.
Wen Hankong can say lightly: "It's just a bite."
It made Yuxi want to laugh.
Just for one bite, when she was a child, she would go to her cousin's bowl to grab it, otherwise, she knew that she would wake up hungry in the middle of the night when she was growing up, and then couldn't sleep all night.
It turns out that low self-esteem is a thorn rooted in the bottom of my heart. It grows into the flesh with a bad childhood, and it can't be removed by buying a few good clothes and saving money when I grow up.
Wen Yuan sat under the huge ebony bookshelf, like a refined king, but still gave people a strong sense of oppression.
Greeting her: "Sit down, do you want some tea?"
Tea again.
Yu Xi said straightly: "I don't know how to drink tea. If you want to come to me, you don't drink tea."
Wen Yuan smiled a little, but his expression was clearly dissatisfied with Yu Xi's impatient temper.
"I do have something to talk to Miss Yu about."
Pass a photo: "This is my son who died in a skiing accident 23 years ago."
Yu Xi didn't answer, she already understood seven or eight points in her heart.
The young man in the photo had exactly the same eyes as hers, black and white, cold and stubborn.
Sure enough, Wen Yuan said: "The last time my granddaughter Wen Hankong had a chance encounter with Ms. Yu, she became suspicious. We tried to get your hair and did a paternity test."
"Miss Yu, you are indeed my granddaughter."
Yu Xi's face was very cold.
How to find a way to get her hair?The barber shop, the restaurant where she had eaten, and the dry cleaning shop did not come to ask her what she thought in advance, and did everything behind her back.
She asked back, "So what?"
Wen Yuan was startled instead: "Miss Yu, don't you want to go home?"
"Why wasn't I here when I was born?"
"That's a very complicated story." Wen Yuan sighed: "Your mother is a very talented artist. She was admitted from a small mountain village, and she can't hide her talent. My son is fascinated by her talent."
"Soon your mother is pregnant, and they plan to get married, but back then, they were both young and energetic, and both of them were artists, so they would inevitably quarrel, and your mother felt that a family like ours would put too much pressure on her, restrict her She is free."
"So, she ran away. No one knew where she was. We searched for her for many years. Until my son died, we still found nothing."
"But after so many years, we haven't forgotten you. As soon as Ah Han saw you, we immediately arranged for a paternity test."
Yu Xi laughed: "This is too false."
"If you really want to find me, the photos I took for the Aerospace Academy are all over the street, why wait until Wen Hankong sees me?"
Wen Yuan paused: "Miss Yu, a family like ours has its own difficulties."
"If you only want to talk about these scenes," Yu Xi straightened his shoulders no matter where he sat, like a straight tree: "Let Wen Hankong come and talk to me."
After thinking about it, Wen Yuan compromised: "Alright, maybe you young people are better at talking."
Sitting in Wen Hankong's tea room, he insisted that Jiang Yi stay.
Straight to the point, he asked, "Why do you want to come back to me all of a sudden?"
If Wen Hankong hadn't taken the initiative, he could have put aside the matter of meeting her.
Wen Hankong glanced at her: "You are very wary, like a wild animal's instinct to protect itself. If I tell you the truth, you will accept it better."
"That's right. Grandpa Wen's family is about to pass away. No matter how big your grandfather's business is, it's a drop in the bucket compared to the entire family's property. It's about the distribution of inheritance. But our grandpa doesn't like businessmen, but likes scholars. You said you're coming back?" Isn't it just right?"
"You only need to do one thing, which is to change your surname back to Wen, and then go to accompany the old man on his deathbed for a period of time, and get the inheritance back for distribution. As much as I have, you will have as much, and it will never be because you have been living outside these years, or Your mother is not actually married to my uncle, so she has any partiality."
"what do you say?"
Yu Xi looked at the tea set on the table, he didn't know the value of the slightly translucent clear material: "I want to ask a question."
Wen Hankong straightened the corner of the Chinese-style gown and spread it flat on his knees: "Okay, you ask."
She calmed down, thinking that Yu Xi must be asking about the value of the inheritance.
That is a number that no one can refuse.
I don't want Yuxi to speak: "Why did my mother leave Wen's family back then, do you know the inside story?"
Wen Hankong shook his head: "There is no inside story, young lovers are always prone to quarrels, plus your mother's temperament, you can also see it from her paintings."
"Have you seen my mother's paintings?"
"How come I haven't seen the paintings of Ying Er?"
Yes.
Now that I think about it, it’s so obvious, “Gaoyou” is a homonym for “youer”, combined, isn’t it just the word “Yu”?
It's no wonder that every time she sees the paintings of Youyou, she feels her eyes tingle. Those overly strong colors used to collide with her young heart again and again in her childhood.
"Ah." Jiang Yi whispered next to him.
Yu Xi rushed forward and pressed her bloody wound: "I'll take you to the hospital."
Jiang Yiben was listening to Yu Xi and Wen Hankong's conversation, and he probably didn't want to disturb him. He lowered his head and began to peel an apple. For some reason, he lost his mind and cut a deep gash. The band-aid couldn't stop the bleeding.
"Don't go to the hospital." Wen Hankong picked up the phone: "The family doctor lives nearby, I'll call her to come over."
She found a clean towel and gave it to Yu Xi, and Yu Xi pressed it on Jiang Yi's wound, the tea room was silent for a while.
The family doctor came quickly, and glanced at Jiang Yi's hand: "Follow me and wash."
Yu Xi followed and stood up: "I'll be with you."
Jiang Yi pressed her other hand softly on her shoulder, as if to comfort her: "I'll go there by myself, you can talk about what you need to talk about."
When Yu Xi came out of Wen's house, Jiang Yi bandaged her hands and stood in the garden waiting for her.
It's almost dusk, it's not the dusk that is gentle, it's Jiang Yi herself.
Yu Xi was confused, walked over, sniffed her body greedily, and cared about her injury: "Does it hurt?"
Jiang Yi shook her fingers wrapped in white gauze: "It's just scary to look at, but it's fine once the bleeding stops."
"I'll take you back to rest."
He took Jiang Yi's hand and walked forward, but was dragged by the opposite force: "No busy, I want to take you to a place."
The two put on masks and hit a car under the cover of twilight.
Unexpectedly, when I came to a residential area, passers-by carrying fruits and vegetables, holding children in their hands and laughing endlessly, Yu Xi had just come out of the old-fashioned villa that was out of sight, and felt a sense of separation in her heart: "Who are you looking for?" ?”
"You'll know in a moment."
With a clear address in mind, Jiang Yi took her upstairs by elevator and rang the doorbell.
The gentle woman who came to answer the door held a five or six-year-old girl in her arms and held a doll rabbit in her hand. "Grandma", "Grandma" kept calling.
Yu Xi met the woman's face: "Doctor Zhou?"
She was the family doctor of the Wen family who treated Jiang Yi's hand injury just now.
Doctor Zhou nodded and let the door open: "Come in."
With three cups of hot tea, the scent of chrysanthemums wafted out. Dr. Zhou pondered for a moment: "This has been buried in my heart for almost 30 years. If I don't say it, as a doctor, I really have trouble sleeping and eating."
Jiang Yi sat shoulder to shoulder with her, silently holding her hand.
She looked down at the snow-white gauze between her fingers, and suddenly realized——Jiang Yi deliberately scratched herself.
It seems that she had the same conjecture as Yu Xi in her heart, deliberately attracted the family doctor, and left her contact information during the treatment, and contacted privately afterwards to see if she could find out the truth.
Doctor Zhou is cautious, this is not her own home, but her daughter's home.
Tell Yu Xi: "I have been the family doctor of the Wen family for more than 30 years, and I have seen your mother before."
"She has severe depression and anxiety and has been taking medicine."
"The last time we saw each other was when Mrs. Wen, who was still alive at the time, brought her and discussed with me in private, saying that she could not have a child in her womb. Wild species, when she marries her son, she will have children in the future."
"Actually, what's the matter?" Dr. Zhou said helplessly, "It's nothing more than looking down on your mother who came from a small village, poor and white, and didn't want her to enter the Wen family. Without the burden of a child, wouldn't it be easy to force them to break up?"
"Your mother wanted to save you, so she ran away."
"It's true that the Wen family has been looking for her for a long time, but they just want to make sure that the burden of the child is resolved, but your mother seems to have evaporated from the world."
Yu Xi thought to herself, indeed, the small village on the edge of Zhu Town, traffic and information were more blocked more than 20 years ago, her mother fled back there, but it was safe.
Coming out of the community, Yuxi looked at the falling night sky, unlike the stars outside Zhu Town where you can see stars, a thick black stained Yuxi's face and turned into confusion.
Muttering to himself: "I always thought she didn't love me, didn't want me."
She was also stubborn when she was a child, and she was treated coldly by her mother again and again, but she posted it again and again. She will always remember being pushed away by her mother's disgust, her forehead hit the corner of the cabinet, and the warm blood stained her eyelashes.
I also remember that her mother walked into a river in front of her, no matter how much she cried and shouted, she never looked back.
The river was turbulent when it rained and swollen, and by the time she ran to the river with the other adults, it was too late, and nothing could be saved.
Jiang Yi pressed against her arm, passing on her body temperature: "I have something else to show you."
The two took a taxi home, Jiang Yi cautiously dug out a small item from the depths of the closet, which was well protected with a dust bag.
Tell Yu Xi: "Yanger is my favorite painter. During the period when I was in Ye's house, I was depressed. The mania and anger in her paintings seem to be able to lead people to break through everything."
"Most of the paintings were photographed by boat. I didn't take them with me when I left. There is only one, which I met at an overseas auction. Because of its small size and not your usual style, there were not many bidders. It was successfully photographed by me."
The irony of the world is that Jia You passed away many years ago, and people suddenly discovered the benefits of her paintings as if they suddenly woke up. Every posthumous work can be sold for sky-high prices.
"This painting is not your usual style, but I like it very much." Jiang Yi asked softly, "Are you ready to see it?"
The zipper fizzed.
Yu Xikong swallowed his throat.
She was looking forward to seeing something, but also afraid to see something.
A small landscape painting was revealed.
Fang You's paintings are mainly in abstract style, this one is already considered realistic in her works, at least Yuxi, who has never been willing to study paintings, can also see that it is a clear stream, gurgling and flowing under the moonlight.
Jiang Yi handed the painting to her: "I accidentally discovered the secret behind it."
"Turn over and take a look."
The wooden frame that fixed the edge of the oil painting has faint pencil marks and a string of English writing, which has become blurred with the years.
Yu Xi's fingertips moved closer with trembling fingers, but then stopped.
That was the first time she saw her mother's handwriting, not a chaotic color block, but as clear and beautiful as the back in a white dress in her memory.
I want to touch it lightly, but I am afraid that it will be more blurred.
Jiang Yi said lightly: "I checked, it was a poem by a Persian poet, translated into Chinese it means—"
"Creation is a clear, smooth, fast-flowing stream, and you are grace from heaven."
Yu Xi sat on the sofa with her legs spread apart, her elbows resting on her knees, and the portrait was on her hands, she didn't even dare to hold it tightly.
Jiang Yi went over, leaned over, and stroked her head: "I don't think your mother named you after a random stream in front of the door."
She gently took the painting away from Yu Xi's hand, and let Yu Xi bury her face in her palms.
Warm tears slipped from the eyelashes to the fingers.
When she was treated coldly by her mother again and again, she didn't cry.
She didn't cry when her mother pushed her away and protected her painting time and time again.
Even when she was pushed down by her mother and hit the corner of the cabinet, and her head was bleeding, she didn't cry.
But at this moment, the tears were surging, like a tide flowing over her.
Jiang Yi leaned over from behind and hugged her whole into his arms.
I remember that she cried for the first time in her life, thinking that she was expelled from high school, and the plane flew across the night sky, but it was as far away as a dream that could never be touched again.
That time, Jiang Yi also hugged her like this, like a parachute, supporting a desperate person who was in a plane crash.
The parachute swayed, dissolving the violent collision that made people disoriented. She fell back to the ground in Jiang Yi's arms, and Jiang Yi whispered a fact in her ear: "It's not that she doesn't love you."
"She was just sick, seriously ill, and she wasn't treated accordingly."
Yu Xi's tears covered her hair, Jiang Yi gently picked out those wet strands of hair from between her fingers, put them behind her ears, and heard her sobbing and asked: "Did I drag her down?"
Jiang Yi's words were full of flexibility: "No, she is an adult. Although she is sick, she also knows what choice she has made."
"She loves you very much."
Tears can't be stopped, soaking up the time of pretending to be strong for more than 20 years.
That was the first time she heard a fair evaluation of her mother—not crazy, just sick.It's not that he doesn't love her, but that he is helpless because of his illness.
Jiang Yi pulled her out of his palm, touched her face, and kissed her lightly.
Tears were sucked away, along with anger, grievance, and unwillingness.
Jiang Yi held her in his arms again, like a young mother, gently rocking her baby in her arms.
She hugged Jiang Yi's arm back, her mood calmed down, but her voice was still choked up: "I will not change my surname."
Jiang Yi asked softly, "What?"
"That old man Wen Yuan..."
The corner of Jiang Yi's mouth twitched lightly - this was the first time she heard someone call the weighty Wen Yuan "old man", even Ye Xingzhou didn't dare, but her child did.
Yu Xi continued: "The old man Wen Yuan asked Wen Hankong to tell me that as long as he changes his surname, he can inherit a large fortune from the Wen family."
"Fuck it, I won't change it."
Her mother gave up everything just to save her life.
She wiped her hands clean, and picked up Jiang Yi's painting, which was put aside lightly. Under the English poem, there was her mother's signature in the same clear handwriting - "Jingyou".
She will not change the "Yu" surname, and she will not change it for the rest of her life.
******
Jiang Yi stood up with his arms around her, and threw her into the bathroom to wash her hair and take a shower.
When she got out, Jiang Yi waited in the living room with a hairdryer, and called her: "Sit down."
Her hair is thick and hard, and when she had long hair before, she barely looked soft, but when she cut it short, she was as stubborn as her, flying around in Jiang Yi's fingers.
She murmured, "Like blow drying a dog."
"What?" Jiang Yi thought it was funny, and gently tugged at a strand of her hair: "Child, you said that I am like an old hen, and you also said that I am like a dog. Do you have a better analogy?"
Yu Xi suddenly said: "Will you blame me?"
"what?"
"I turned down a lot of money." Yu Xi said, "I didn't ask how much it was, for fear of being scared to death."
Jiang Yi chuckled: "Fortunately, the fried noodles, beer, and ice cream I love are not too expensive."
Sitting in the office of the Aerospace Academy the next afternoon, Yu Xi no longer had the burden of the previous day, and her shoulders were straightened.
Jiang Yi told her fairness, her mother was not a lunatic, and she did not inherit any bad blood from her mother.
The psychiatrist sat across from her, showing a calm, professional and caring smile: "Do you want to know the results of your psychological test?"
In fact, the result is not so important now.
The psychiatrist said, "You don't have any psychological problems."
Yu Xi was surprised instead: "But I am impulsive, reckless, and act in a hurry regardless of the consequences..."
"Each of us has imperfect parts, it just depends on how we deal with it."
That's easy.
She has found her scabbard, the corner of her heart that grows wildly, and she is willing to trim it bit by bit.
After the conversation, he went to He Zhang's office, and He Zhang glared at her: "Even if the result is all right, this matter is not so easy to pass!"
"Beating someone? It was posted on the Internet, causing such a bad influence..."
At this moment, there was a knock on the door, and Chen Wenxun and He Qinan slipped in.
Chen Wenxun blew his beard and stared at Yu Xi: "Look at how much you have troubled He Yuan! This time, you must be punished severely!"
He smiled at He Zhang again: "How about punishing her to write a [-]-word check? This time I promise I won't write a single word for her!"
"It's you who manipulated her time and time again that made her lawless!" He Zhang slapped the table back: "Three thousand words is heavy punishment? This time she won't be so easy to fool, at least..."
"He Yuan!" He Qinan called her loudly.
Walked over with a smile, put his arms around his shoulders, and lowered his voice: "If you do this again, I won't let you play with me."
The preserved egg is a puppet cat she raised. At the beginning, He Zhang gave her a lot of knowledge about parasites, and refused to let her keep it. But later, he was also the one who bought a bunch of small toys and knelt on the ground to tease the cat.
He Zhang's expression changed.
With a long sigh, he explained his "heavy punishment" measures: "If you are suspended, you don't need to stop. You go to the cafeteria to help make buns for two months! You are not allowed to miss a day! Grind your temper!"
The author says:
感谢在2022-06-1616:51:27~2022-06-1716:44:13期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~
Thanks to the little angel who cast the rocket launcher: Xin Ran and Huo Sen 1;
Thanks to the little angels who cast mines: Zhaohai, Walking in the Sun, Mu Chenyan, The middle piece of watermelon is for you to eat, Ustinian, Sugita Michiko, DetectiveLi, Xiao Cheng, Yang Mi's girlfriend outside the circle;
感谢灌溉营养液的小天使：徵30瓶；兔子10瓶；Achen61、锅包肉、独～孤～行、Bao2瓶；九千七、歌尽倾君1瓶；
Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!