Chapter 12 The Father and Daughter Meet
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Guo Yan Yun Yan Feng Ling
Chapter 12 The Father and Daughter Meet
I walked this road simply in my life, but my mood is different at this time. In my previous life, I was happy and worried, and finally became deeply powerless, helpless and sad, and then I chose to leave.
After leaving Kyoto, she simply returned to the house her mother left for her, and also returned to the city where Du Yanran was, only then did a series of follow-up events occur.
Everything is different now, she will not wrong herself, but she will not let the Zhao family get any benefit, she will take back what belongs to the Jian family.
The car winds up along the green mountain road. This is the famous rich area of Kyoto "Banshan Bayside". It is a quiet place in the middle of the bustle. It is conceivable that Kyoto is an inch of gold, and those who live here are either rich or expensive.
Although the Zhao family is also a big family in Kyoto, it is still slightly inferior to the top families, so the villa is only bought on the mountainside, but it is also worth showing off to other small families.
The car slowly entered the open black iron gate, surrounded by various flowers and plants and winding forest paths, in the middle of a circular fountain, with a koi statue in the center of the fountain, implying a fish jumping over the dragon gate, as for which gate to jump into I don't know.
With a simple and sarcastic smile, she would never let the Zhao family jump into this door of the Xian family in her life.
The car turned into the boulevard and stopped at the entrance of the three-story villa. The villa is a three-story western-style house, with white as the main tone and a red roof. The reliefs on the wall are also dominated by flowers and trees. It is simple and atmospheric. It is the handwriting of a famous artist.
With a simple sweep of consciousness, he saw all the people on the third floor clearly, and looked up for a moment with the person by the window in the middle of the third floor.
In fact, ordinary people can't see clearly at this distance, but Nai Hejian has already entered the Tao, and this distance is enough for him to see everything clearly.
Behind the curtains was a pale and haggard face with bushy eyebrows, drooping eyes, a straight nose, and thin lips.
The simple look in his eyes was a bit complicated, hopeful yet hesitant and a little complicated. Seeing Jian Jian looking over, he was stunned for a moment, and immediately put down the curtain with his pale and slender hands, blocking his sight.
"Second miss, this way please. Your father is waiting for you in the study on the second floor. I'll take you there."
Then Jian Jian retracted his gaze and walked into the gate. There were two rows of people standing at the door, wearing uniform uniforms. Seeing Jian Jian coming in, he immediately bowed and saluted:
"Hello Second Miss! Welcome home!"
The voices and movements were uniform, and it looked like a well-trained servant. He just nodded slightly and followed Butler Zhao through the hall.
Coming to the second floor along the stairs, I stopped in front of a door. Housekeeper Zhao knocked on the door lightly and said respectfully:
"Master, Second Miss is here!"
"come in!"
A majestic male voice came from inside the door, Zhao Butler opened the door and simply ushered him in.
The study is very spacious, with bookshelves on three sides filled with various books, surrounded by a simple pear wood desk, and a small reception room on the opposite side, with matching pear wood tables and chairs, and a few calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall, which looks simple Without losing class.
The man sitting behind the desk is about 30 years old, well-maintained, looks very young, square face, fair skin, sword eyebrows, high nose, thin lips, sharp eyes, even wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses His gaze on simple scrutiny.
It's just a simple scan and I found that my father's bone age is already 47. It seems that he is really good at keeping his face.
Jian Jian didn't have the slightest timidity, he generously let him look at him, and then shouted at him with a smile:
"Father, I'm simple, nice to meet you."
Although he referred to him as his father, Housekeeper Zhao could sense the politeness and alienation in his tone.
"Master, you and Miss Second have been separated for so long, and you must have a lot to say. I'll go down and make arrangements for Miss's residence first, and I'll also arrange a welcome banquet for tonight."
Butler Zhao arranged work for himself very wisely, exited the room, and closed the door by the way.
Zhao Mufeng took off his glasses and rubbed his eyebrows tiredly, then waved to Jian Jian,
"Sit down, you've worked hard along the way."
"Huh! Fortunately, I'm not very tired. Housekeeper Zhao has made very thoughtful arrangements."
"Hey, I know you blame your father for not growing up with you. It's just your mother. Forget it. She's gone. It's useless for me to say anything. I just hope you can go back to Jane's house and I can fulfill my responsibilities as a father." .”
"Father, you don't have to blame yourself. I did blame you when I was a child. Other people's children are loved by their fathers. The family of three is happy, but I only have my mother. But as I grew up, my mother also told me about you. things."
After a brief wry smile, the sense of alienation at the beginning was no longer there, and then he continued:
"My mother said that marrying you is a political marriage. At that time, you already had someone you liked, but you couldn't hold back the parents of the two families. You gave up your lover and married your mother."
"After marriage, I also took good care of my mother. My mother was weak and sick since she was a child, but you never disliked her. It's just that your mother knows that you are not happy.
After having me, my mother found out that you put all your energy on work, and she filed for divorce after I was born.
You couldn't resist your mother's begging, so you finally agreed to the divorce, and asked my mother to take me out of the Zhao family and take her surname. "
"After all, I failed your mother. She didn't blame me. I'm already very content. She taught you well. Although I'm not by your side, I'm always there for your birthday."
As he spoke, he opened the drawer, pulled out a photo album, and handed it to Jian Jian.
Simply open the album, there are photos of her from childhood to adulthood, there are photos of a family of three when she was born, and there are photos with her mother on her birthday every year. After she is sensible, there are only photos with her mother. There are photos of every important stage. , won the first prize for composition
But Zhao Mufeng's back or profile can always be seen in the corner of the photo, and none of them will fall. In the previous life, this photo album made her completely let go of her guard against her father, and fell into their calculated routine step by step.
Caressing the mother in the photo, Jian Jian's eyes were red, tears accumulated quickly, and a tear fell with a "da" on the mother's gentle and bright smiling face in the photo album.
"Thank you, Father, this is precious to me, can I keep it for myself?"
"It belongs to you, you take it."
After that, he handed Jian Jian a tissue, looking hesitant to speak.
Simply wiped away the tears from his eyes, looked up at Zhao Mufeng, and said in a hoarse voice:
"When my mother was dying, let me tell you that she said that you sent me to her side, which was the greatest gain in her life, and she was even more grateful to God, who asked me to come back to see you for her when I became an adult, and gave Zhao 20.00% The shares are still in the Zhao family."
(End of this chapter)
I walked this road simply in my life, but my mood is different at this time. In my previous life, I was happy and worried, and finally became deeply powerless, helpless and sad, and then I chose to leave.
After leaving Kyoto, she simply returned to the house her mother left for her, and also returned to the city where Du Yanran was, only then did a series of follow-up events occur.
Everything is different now, she will not wrong herself, but she will not let the Zhao family get any benefit, she will take back what belongs to the Jian family.
The car winds up along the green mountain road. This is the famous rich area of Kyoto "Banshan Bayside". It is a quiet place in the middle of the bustle. It is conceivable that Kyoto is an inch of gold, and those who live here are either rich or expensive.
Although the Zhao family is also a big family in Kyoto, it is still slightly inferior to the top families, so the villa is only bought on the mountainside, but it is also worth showing off to other small families.
The car slowly entered the open black iron gate, surrounded by various flowers and plants and winding forest paths, in the middle of a circular fountain, with a koi statue in the center of the fountain, implying a fish jumping over the dragon gate, as for which gate to jump into I don't know.
With a simple and sarcastic smile, she would never let the Zhao family jump into this door of the Xian family in her life.
The car turned into the boulevard and stopped at the entrance of the three-story villa. The villa is a three-story western-style house, with white as the main tone and a red roof. The reliefs on the wall are also dominated by flowers and trees. It is simple and atmospheric. It is the handwriting of a famous artist.
With a simple sweep of consciousness, he saw all the people on the third floor clearly, and looked up for a moment with the person by the window in the middle of the third floor.
In fact, ordinary people can't see clearly at this distance, but Nai Hejian has already entered the Tao, and this distance is enough for him to see everything clearly.
Behind the curtains was a pale and haggard face with bushy eyebrows, drooping eyes, a straight nose, and thin lips.
The simple look in his eyes was a bit complicated, hopeful yet hesitant and a little complicated. Seeing Jian Jian looking over, he was stunned for a moment, and immediately put down the curtain with his pale and slender hands, blocking his sight.
"Second miss, this way please. Your father is waiting for you in the study on the second floor. I'll take you there."
Then Jian Jian retracted his gaze and walked into the gate. There were two rows of people standing at the door, wearing uniform uniforms. Seeing Jian Jian coming in, he immediately bowed and saluted:
"Hello Second Miss! Welcome home!"
The voices and movements were uniform, and it looked like a well-trained servant. He just nodded slightly and followed Butler Zhao through the hall.
Coming to the second floor along the stairs, I stopped in front of a door. Housekeeper Zhao knocked on the door lightly and said respectfully:
"Master, Second Miss is here!"
"come in!"
A majestic male voice came from inside the door, Zhao Butler opened the door and simply ushered him in.
The study is very spacious, with bookshelves on three sides filled with various books, surrounded by a simple pear wood desk, and a small reception room on the opposite side, with matching pear wood tables and chairs, and a few calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall, which looks simple Without losing class.
The man sitting behind the desk is about 30 years old, well-maintained, looks very young, square face, fair skin, sword eyebrows, high nose, thin lips, sharp eyes, even wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses His gaze on simple scrutiny.
It's just a simple scan and I found that my father's bone age is already 47. It seems that he is really good at keeping his face.
Jian Jian didn't have the slightest timidity, he generously let him look at him, and then shouted at him with a smile:
"Father, I'm simple, nice to meet you."
Although he referred to him as his father, Housekeeper Zhao could sense the politeness and alienation in his tone.
"Master, you and Miss Second have been separated for so long, and you must have a lot to say. I'll go down and make arrangements for Miss's residence first, and I'll also arrange a welcome banquet for tonight."
Butler Zhao arranged work for himself very wisely, exited the room, and closed the door by the way.
Zhao Mufeng took off his glasses and rubbed his eyebrows tiredly, then waved to Jian Jian,
"Sit down, you've worked hard along the way."
"Huh! Fortunately, I'm not very tired. Housekeeper Zhao has made very thoughtful arrangements."
"Hey, I know you blame your father for not growing up with you. It's just your mother. Forget it. She's gone. It's useless for me to say anything. I just hope you can go back to Jane's house and I can fulfill my responsibilities as a father." .”
"Father, you don't have to blame yourself. I did blame you when I was a child. Other people's children are loved by their fathers. The family of three is happy, but I only have my mother. But as I grew up, my mother also told me about you. things."
After a brief wry smile, the sense of alienation at the beginning was no longer there, and then he continued:
"My mother said that marrying you is a political marriage. At that time, you already had someone you liked, but you couldn't hold back the parents of the two families. You gave up your lover and married your mother."
"After marriage, I also took good care of my mother. My mother was weak and sick since she was a child, but you never disliked her. It's just that your mother knows that you are not happy.
After having me, my mother found out that you put all your energy on work, and she filed for divorce after I was born.
You couldn't resist your mother's begging, so you finally agreed to the divorce, and asked my mother to take me out of the Zhao family and take her surname. "
"After all, I failed your mother. She didn't blame me. I'm already very content. She taught you well. Although I'm not by your side, I'm always there for your birthday."
As he spoke, he opened the drawer, pulled out a photo album, and handed it to Jian Jian.
Simply open the album, there are photos of her from childhood to adulthood, there are photos of a family of three when she was born, and there are photos with her mother on her birthday every year. After she is sensible, there are only photos with her mother. There are photos of every important stage. , won the first prize for composition
But Zhao Mufeng's back or profile can always be seen in the corner of the photo, and none of them will fall. In the previous life, this photo album made her completely let go of her guard against her father, and fell into their calculated routine step by step.
Caressing the mother in the photo, Jian Jian's eyes were red, tears accumulated quickly, and a tear fell with a "da" on the mother's gentle and bright smiling face in the photo album.
"Thank you, Father, this is precious to me, can I keep it for myself?"
"It belongs to you, you take it."
After that, he handed Jian Jian a tissue, looking hesitant to speak.
Simply wiped away the tears from his eyes, looked up at Zhao Mufeng, and said in a hoarse voice:
"When my mother was dying, let me tell you that she said that you sent me to her side, which was the greatest gain in her life, and she was even more grateful to God, who asked me to come back to see you for her when I became an adult, and gave Zhao 20.00% The shares are still in the Zhao family."
(End of this chapter)
