Chapter 295

Near Zhan's group, a Chinese restaurant with elegant environment.

In a private room with classical artistic conception.

Zhan Yao, wearing a light gray knitted cardigan, sits face to face with Zhan tingshen.

Zhan tingshen sat upright. The dish had been on the table for nearly ten minutes, but he and his grandson sat face to face without moving their chopsticks.

The stalemate lasted another two or three minutes. Zhan Yao said, "eat."

Zhan tingshen looks at Zhan Yao.

Zhan Yao stared at him, his lips pursed, and said, "it's two or three months since the beginning of the new year. Are you still busy?"

Zhan tingshen didn't answer. He still looked at Zhan Yao.

"..." Zhan Yao's eyes flashed a few times. He didn't even beat around the bush. He frowned and said, "you will be thirty-four soon. If you have a suitable person, you can do it."

The right person?

Zhan tingshen's right eyebrow was almost invisible and he said, "well."

Zhan Yao didn't know whether he didn't expect him to answer, or he was shocked by his "um." Hu Mu yuan glared, "really?"

Zhan tingshen drooped his eyelids, "since you have opened your mouth, your grandson will naturally answer."

Zhan Yao, "..."

Is that true or not?

"It's time to cool down." Zhan tingshen looked up at Zhan Yao.

"..." Zhan Yao's heart is full of trouble. It's strange that he can eat it!

If it had been four years ago, it would have been roaring!

But now it's different. Who makes him feel guilty!

This roar, also roar to have no confidence!

Zhan Yao took a look at Zhan tingshen from the corner of his eyes. He was depressed and a little wronged.

Zhan tingshen took the cup at hand and sipped it gently.

"... you are no longer young. Your marriage is in your heart." Zhan Yao said.

"Well."

Zhan Yao stares at him, "if you really meet a good girl, bring it to your grandfather. Don't worry, no matter what, grandfather will not be difficult to be a girl. "

"Good."

"Zhan Yao looked at Zhan tingshen and had nothing to say.

It can't be said that he saw him driving away with a woman yesterday afternoon, let alone that the woman looked like Acacia.

The three words of "Nie Xiangsi" are taboo to Zhan Yao and Zhan tingshen, whether they are combined or separated! I dare not mention it easily.

A meal is quiet and dull.

In fact, neither of them moved much!

After leaving the restaurant, Zhan tingshen personally escorts Zhan Yao to the car.

Zhan Yao sits in the car and sees Zhan tingshen reach out to close the door. He presses his arm against the door.

Zhan tingshen pauses and looks at him.

Zhan Yao looked up at him, his lips wriggled several times, and then he made a voice, "I don't want you to forgive me. But I'm looking forward to you. "

Zhan tingshen's calm black eyes shook.

"You've had a bad few years. I always hope that one day there will be a person to make your life easier... "

Zhan Yao's eyes were slightly astringent. After a pause, he took back his arm and sat in the car. He lowered his head and said nothing more.

Zhan Ting took a deep look at Zhan Yao and closed the door in silence.

In a few seconds, the car was in front of him and drove out.

Zhan tingshen put one hand into his trouser pocket and the other hand grasped his coat. He drove out of sight with the car. Fang narrowed his black eyes and turned to walk in the direction of Zhan's group.

……

In the car.

Zhao Ming couldn't bear to look in his rearview mirror at the old man sitting in the back seat with his head down all the time. He whispered, "where are we going next, old man? Go back? "

After Zhao Ming asked, Zhan Yao didn't say a word for a while.

"... master, Zhao Ming has been holding some words for a long time, and he is not happy today." Zhao Ming frowned, determined to stop at the side of the road, staring at Zhan Yao road from the rearview mirror.

Zhan Yao raised his dry red eyes to see Zhao Ming, "say what you have to say."

"You and the third young master are close brothers and grandsons. What can I do for you? Do you and the third young master think that if no one says anything, things will not exist? Can the knot in each other's heart fade with time? No, sir

When Zhao Ming said this, he sighed and said in a low voice, "what's more, this matter has nothing to do with you. It's miss four..."

"Zhao Ming!" Zhan Yao raised his voice and severely interrupted Zhao Ming.

Zhao Ming, who has always been obedient, did not stop because of this. He stared at Zhan Yao angrily and continued, "master, how long do you want to hide for miss four? How long have you been doing this for her? Say something disrespectful. Old man, you are now living a long life. How much time do you have? Do you plan to spend the rest of your life in remorse, guilt and heartache? If you miss the third young master, you can only come to see him secretly. You don't even dare to say that you miss him and want to see him in front of the third young master! And every time you face the third young master, you are very careful. That old house has your son and granddaughter, but who cares about you? What's the difference between having them and not having them? Who knows your loneliness, sadness and grievance? I really can't see it“

”Just you“ Zhan Yao interrupted Zhao Ming with a frown. Tiger's eyes stared at him with dignity. "If you want me to hear these words later, just pack up and go away“

Zhao Ming, "..."

Zhan Yao looked at Zhao Ming with a long face. "OK, who can I show you a wronged face? Drive

"... where to?" Zhao Mingyi said in a low tone.

Zhan Yao pursed his lips, "go to the garden square."

"Oh."

Zhao Ming drove in the direction of garden square.

Zhan Yao held his crutch in both hands. After a long time, he raised his reddish eyes to look at Zhao Ming and sighed, "it's because I'm old and I don't have many years to live, so I dare to carry a pot! Jinwen is different. She is only twenty-four. In those days, if tingshen knew it was Jinwen... The picture of fraternity is not what I would like to see. So Zhao Ming, don't mention it again. "

Zhao Ming looks at Zhan Yao with red eyes in his rearview mirror, and his throat suddenly chokes.

……

Garden square.

Zhao Ming sends Zhan Yao to the garden square. Zhan Yao orders him to pick him up at five o'clock, and Zhao Ming drives away from the square.

There are not many people in the square at one or two in the afternoon. Zhan Yao sat on the bench on one side of the square, looked left and right, then dropped his eyes and fell silent.

Zhan Yao sat down, but his thoughts were complex and dignified.

I think of the woman with a similar face to Nie Xiangsi in the underground garage of Zhan's group yesterday afternoon.

I think of how I got along with Nie Xiangsi four years ago.

But I heard from her that she was willing to be with Zhan tingshen. When she liked Zhan tingshen, she pulled her face.

In my impression, every time they spend alone is warm and harmonious.

Nie Xiangsi is sensible and clever, holding his arm in a coquettish way. Every time he rushes to hold him, he pretends to scold her for being unruly. She still sticks to every picture of him holding him... Such as the image that has been recorded in his mind, playing back and forth in his mind.

Zhan Yao didn't sleep last night and thought a lot.

If Zhan tingshen finally finds a woman who looks like Nie Xiangsi to be his wife, what will he do?

The answer is, accept!

Because it's not only Zhan tingshen who needs sustenance and comfort, he also needs it.

If Zhan tingshen is allowed to walk out of the haze because of this woman, even in this way of self deception, then what is the reason for his opposition?

I don't know how long I've been sitting like this.

A touch of bright yellow suddenly appeared in front of Zhan Yao.

Zhan Yao's eyelids jumped and raised his head.

I saw a woman standing in front of her in a sunflower headdress and a pink and white down jacket.

In her hand, she also held a sunflower shaped balloon.

Zhan Yao is stunned and looks at the woman in doubt.

At this time, the woman bent down, gently picked up his big old and dry hand, put the thin thread tied to the balloon in her hand into his hand, held his hand, and told him to hold the thin thread tightly.

Zhan Yao, "..."“

The woman held his hand for a long time, then slowly squatted in front of him, picked up his other hand and spread it out.

Slender fingers on the palm of his hand, such as feather gently sliding.

Zhan Yao's eyes were red, staring at her face covered by sunflower headgear.

When her fingers stopped sliding in his palm, Zhan Yao moved his lips and said in a dumb voice, "what did you write?"

In fact, Zhan Yao knows what she wrote.

Very simple, but also just appears precious, sincere - "happy" two words.

The woman didn't speak. She put out her other hand and stroked Zhan Yao's fingers. She firmly grasped Zhan Yao's palm, just like holding the "happiness" that many people can easily get.

"Girl, do we know each other?" Zhan Yao stares at her deeply.

Without shaking her head or nodding her head, the woman raised the sunflower to Zhan Yao and put her hands on both sides of her mouth.

Zhan Yao unconsciously followed her to bend the corners of his mouth, "thank you."

The woman shook her head gently, said nothing, stood up and sat beside Zhan Yao.

Zhan Yao's eyes were covered with mist. He looked at the woman's sunflower headgear and the sunflower in his hand. He nodded his head and laughed.

After that, Zhan Yao talked a lot with women, just like he finally found the object to talk to.

But women didn't say a word from beginning to end.

Strangely enough, Zhan Yao was not discouraged, nor did he diminish his enthusiasm for breaking up with her.

Because the woman is wearing a sunflower face, and Zhan Yao is holding a big sunflower balloon which does not match his age.

Two people sitting on the bench, eye-catching power.

But neither of them cared.

Although the woman didn't speak, she was very patient throughout the whole process, and occasionally picked up Zhan Yao's handwriting to express herself.

In a word, this one-sided conversation was very pleasant in the end.

Until 4:30, the woman suddenly reached out and took Zhan Yao's hand, sliding in his palm: I'm leaving. See you next time.

Zhan Yao light Yue's mood fell like this, and a strong sense of loss surged into his heart, "girl, will we meet again“

The woman hesitated, bowed her head, and was about to write in his palm.

A clear and soft female voice suddenly came over, "grandfather Zhan."

The woman's fingertips stopped and looked up.

But when I saw the woman who had come before, the tip of the eyebrow under the sunflower hood twisted slightly..