Grandpa Du twirled his Buddha Beads, "Ziqi is not young anymore, he will stay by his parents’ side to fulfill his filial duties in the future."
"Really?" Ni Yang was quite surprised.
"Mmm." Grandpa Du nodded slightly.
Ni Yang continued, "Then my master and mistress must be very happy. If my senior brother conveniently finds a partner and gives my master and mistress a grandchild, they would certainly be even happier."
As one gets older, there are only so few wishes left.
Zhao Yu was sowhat reluctant to let Grandpa Du leave.
These days, she had grown accustod to his presence.
If Grandpa Du were to leave, who would she chat with when she got bored?
If she craved sweets, who would give them to her unconditionally?
Zhao Yu seed to have envisioned her bleak future already.
"Are you really going to leave?" Zhao Yu looked up at Grandpa Du.
"Mmm." Grandpa Du nodded slightly, "Beijing is just a place for to avoid disaster, Shanghai is my ho."
Originally, he ca to Beijing to escape calamity. Grandpa Du still rembered the highly accomplished monk who said he would avoid a disaster in Beijing and et a benefactor of his lifeti.
Now it seems, the monk’s words were not false.
He did indeed et a benefactor of his lifeti in Beijing.
It’s just a pity that the timing was not right.
Zhao Yu then said, "Then you can also settle down in Beijing for a long ti! You’ve been living quite well in Beijing, haven’t you? You’re not suffering from any discomfort, and Beijing has your favorite ’National Beauty’ flowers! Shanghai doesn’t have ’National Beauty’."
Still twirling his Buddha Beads, Grandpa Du replied, "It’s just a craving of the tongue."
He never coveted such cravings.
He just couldn’t forget that one night in the deep forest when he had his first bite of Roasted Chicken leg, the first Grilled Fish...
People are bound to have their sentintal attachnts, not related to the wind and the moon.
Many years ago, when he read this poem, he just smiled and passed it by, even sowhat unable to understand what being sentintally attached ant.
Thinking about it now, the ridiculous one was him.
Zhao Yu seed to think of sothing, sowhat incredulous, "You’re not really going to beco a monk, are you?"
"Don’t worry, not for the ti being," Grandpa Du spoke with a light tone.
"Not for the ti being?" Zhao Yu frowned slightly, "What does ’not for the ti being’ an? Does that an you will in the future?"
Grandpa Du looked out the window, under the sprawling snowflakes, a plum tree blossod vigorously, red and white intermingling, exceptionally eye-catching, just like the startling first glance upon their first eting.
"Maybe," he said slowly.
Zhao Yu sighed, "What’s so good about becoming a monk? You can’t even eat at, nor can you drink! Little jerk, don’t be discouraged."
In her haste, Zhao Yu couldn’t help but blurt out this nickna again, and by the ti she realized it, the words had been said, and she imdiately covered her mouth.
Fortunately, Grandpa Du didn’t say much else.
The next day, Mo Qishen drove Grandpa Du to the airport.
Ni Yang and Zhao Yu also went along.
On the twenty-seventh of the twelfth lunar month, Grandpa Du took the plane from Beijing, heading to Shanghai.
Zhao Yu looked up at the large airplane roaring overhead, suddenly filled with emotion – would she never see that jerk again?
...
Three days later, it was Chinese New Year’s Eve.
Jonathan and Luona were celebrating the New Year in China for the first ti.
The festive atmosphere in China was thick, quite different from the New Year in M Country.
At this mont, a few elders were gathered together cutting window decorations, preparing to paste couplets, and outside the window, the snow floated down, inside, there was jubilation.
Although the Ni Family had married off a daughter this year, with the addition of Adelle and her grandparents, the household was as lively as ever.
Ni Yang, holding a writing brush, was coming down the stairs when there ca a knock at the door.
Ni Yang ran to open the door.
As the door opened, she saw a tall and jade-like figure, looking up, the seductive Adam’s apple, the exquisite jawline...
It was Mo Qishen.
"Brother Mo, how co you’re here?"
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