The car was parked at the door of the Mo house, and the Mo family still maintained the multi-storey detached small western-style building that imitated the foreign architectural style before the liberation, with a milky white building and six small Ionic columns at the gate, and the decoration was extremely exquisite.

Looking at the familiar building in front of him, Wen Ya's nose suddenly became sour.

The Mo family is a scholarly heirloom, compared with the Wen family, it is a continuation of the Qing Dynasty, during the Anti-Japanese War, the Mo family served as the president of the National University in Beijing, committed to the educational concept of national self-improvement, and thus suffered a blow to the destruction of the miè nature, the Mo family became thin, to the grandfather's generation, there was only the grandfather's vein, the grandmother and the mother were the same dystocia and died, the grandfather was a middle-aged daughter, because of the deep relationship with the grandmother, he never remarried.

Although the Mo family is in decline, no one dares to underestimate the Mo family, not to mention the heritage of the Mo family, just say that the grandfather's status in the literary world Taishan Beidou is not allowed to be underestimated.

Not long after she returned to the Wen family, her grandfather took her to live in the Mo family, the gray-haired old man looked at her stubborn and vulgar appearance, and began to teach her harshly piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.

Later, her grandfather came to Wen's house to see her a few times, and finally died at home for three days because of myocardial infarction, and no one knew, or his student ran to Mo's house because he couldn't contact him.

Thinking of her unfilial piety in her previous life, Wen Wenya's heart was full of remorse, and she must stay under her grandfather's knees in this life to make her grandfather live a long and healthy life.

"Xinya, Xinya ......"

Wen Wenya forced the tears in her eyes back into her eyes: "Grandpa! ”

Old Man Wen looked at the gloomy love, thinking about what happened this morning, and felt a sense of guilt and pity for her, "We have arrived, what are you thinking, so you don't agree for a long time." ”

"It's nothing, it's just that looking at the building in front of me that seems to have gone through vicissitudes suddenly makes me feel sad." Oh, yes! After the vicissitudes of life, this small building carries a period of history, the rise and fall of the Mo family, and the life of my grandfather.

Old Man Wen sighed: "This small building has been built since the military war, from the military war, to the War of Resistance against Japan, to the civil war between the Kuomintang and the Communist Party, it has been almost 90 years, I don't know how many times it has been renovated, and your grandfather has been reluctant to move for so many years, so he has been living here." ”

The driver, Lao Tao Tiwen, opened the car door, and Wen Wenya stepped forward and helped his grandfather get out of the car.

The black iron fence gate is covered with red, white, peach, and pink roses, brilliant and gorgeous, and the rich fragrance of flowers permeates the surrounding air, and the fragrance of flowers is intoxicating when you breathe in.

At this time, an old man in his fifties and an old man with white hair but good spirits walked out together.

Wen Wenya recognized it at once, the old man in his fifties was Uncle Zhang, the housekeeper of the Mo family, and the white-haired old man was his grandfather Mo Xianqi.

Uncle Zhang hurriedly came over and opened the iron fence gate, looking at the warm elegance standing quietly in front of him, his eyes couldn't help but moisten: "Like, really like ......"

As if sensing his gaffe, he hurriedly opened the iron fence gate: "Old Wen, little lady come in!" ”

Wen Wenya nodded gratefully to Uncle Zhang, and then helped her grandfather into the courtyard, and when she looked up, she met her grandfather's looking at her, and her grandfather's thin eyes were full of complexity when he looked at her, which made her a little overwhelmed.

Old Man Wen laughed and said: "Old Mo, I haven't seen you for so long, you are still the same, and you are still the same, and you are still strong and strong." ”

Grandpa and grandfather were close friends when they were young, otherwise my grandfather would not have married my mother to the Wen family, and later after my mother died, the relationship between the Mo family and the Wen family faded.

"TOEFL!" Old Man Mo stood there quietly, his figure was like a pine and cypress, proud, solemn and solemn, with a kind of wind that would rather bend than bend.

The two shallow and faint words made Old Man Wen feel a kind of guilt in his heart, and he pulled Wen Wenya in a curtling manner: "This is Xinya, my granddaughter, your granddaughter, I specially brought her over to see you." ”

"He really looks like Yao'er, and his temperament is similar." Old Man Mo looked at her standing in front of the iron fence gate full of roses, wearing cyan peach blossoms, wearing green jade accessories, standing there quietly, whether it was temperament or appearance, she looked like Yao'er, and at first glance he recognized that she was his granddaughter, no why, probably this is the bond between the bloodlines.

With such words of determination and complexity, Wen Wenya's overwhelmed feelings disappeared in an instant: "Grandpa! ”

"Good! Good! Good! Three good words in a row, with indescribable excitement, he reached out and touched her hair tremblingly, and his feelings were a little uncontrollable.

Wen Ya's eyes were wet again.

Looking at his treatment of Xinya, Old Man Wen was full of emotion, in the end, it was the bond between blood and family.

When Ruya came to see Old Man Mo for the first time, Old Man Mo didn't like her very much, no matter how Ruya flattered, he was indifferent, and finally the relationship between the two faded.

Old Man Mo turned his head to look at Uncle Zhang: "Old Zhang, send someone to send Miss's things to her room and take Miss down to rest." ”

"Grandpa, Grandpa! You talk first, and I'll go down and sort things out first. She couldn't interfere in the affairs between the older generations, and Wen Wen Ya obediently followed Uncle Zhang into the house.

Uncle Zhang observed the little lady who had just been found all the way, and found that the little lady was not as rude as rumored outside, but had a light and elegant temperament, just like the young lady, and observed the environment in the house all the way, which was a cautious and respectful expression.

Uncle Zhang couldn't help but think of the previous Xia Ruya, noble and elegant, all-encompassing, when he first came to the Mo family, he looked at the young lady and did not resemble the young lady at all, looking at the furnishings of the Mo family, his eyes flashed with excitement and burning greed, and the old man was very disappointed.

I didn't expect her to be an impostor, but fortunately, the old man was wise and not deceived by that impostor.

Uncle Zhang looked at the little lady who had just found the Wen family, the Wen family had conducted a DNA comparison, this is the real child of the young lady, in the end it is the child of the Mo Wen family, and the temperament is different: "Little Miss, the master asked me to clean up the room where the original young lady lived for you, and the front is it." ”

Wen Wenya looked at the past and saw a tree of Qionghua spreading branches, swaying in the wind, petals falling like snow, with a gentle dance of enchanting.

White can be so enchanting!