The green camphor tree has a deep view

In the silver-gray BMW, Wen Qing looked out the window anxiously, still holding the hot note in her hand.

"What's wrong, Qing'er? Did you leave something behind?" Grandma asked anxiously.

"Oh... no." Wen Qing came back to her senses, stuffed the note into her pocket, and tried to throw the man out of her mind, "Grandma, did you have lunch in the car?"

"I ate a little. I'm not used to instant noodles, so I brought some homemade pancakes from home." Grandma said, patting the backpack in her hand, "I haven't finished it yet. There are two left."

Gu Huaiyuan, who was driving in the front seat, heard this and turned his head to say, "Then I'll take you to dinner. Time is tight today, so let's have a simple meal first and I'll take you to a restaurant another day."

"No, no, it's a waste of money to eat out. We can just go home and cook." Grandma thanked her repeatedly, "Qing'er often talked about you before. You usually take care of her enough. I really can't trouble you anymore!"

"You don't have to be so polite." Gu Huaiyuan smiled, "Wen Qing is very outstanding and a student in my laboratory, so I should naturally take better care of her."

Wen Qing didn't want to go out to eat either. Although it was just a "simple meal", given Gu Huaiyuan's consumption level, it was hard to say whether she would run into people from Song Jingshen's circle.

Wen Qing got a headache when she thought of that person. She really didn't want to be involved with him anymore. It would be better to go home and hide away. So she agreed with her grandmother and said, "Professor Gu, let's go home and eat. You can come too and try the North City specialties that my grandmother brought."

"Okay." Gu Huaiyuan readily agreed, "Do you want to buy some ingredients on the way?"

"My aunt bought it. I told her to make the rice in advance." As she was talking, the phone rang. Wen Qing smiled and said, "It's really telepathy. Whoever I mentioned called me."

Wen Qing picked up the phone and told Zhou Wen that Gu Huaiyuan was coming home for dinner. Grandma then took the phone over and told Zhou Wen to prepare rice, soup and fruit for Gu Huaiyuan. Only after Zhou Wen agreed to everything did she hang up the phone with satisfaction.

Gu Huaiyuan listened to the careful arrangements made by the grandparents and grandson, and thought of Zhou Wen preparing dinner for him at home. He felt warm and comfortable in his heart, and a smile inadvertently appeared on the corners of his mouth.

Wen Qing felt happy for him but also a little bitter. She had never seen Gu Huaiyuan smile so happily before. How nice it would be if she was the one who could make him smile?

If his aunt was no longer around, would he still smile like this?

She shook her head, trying to drive this absurd and terrifying thought out of her mind.

Just as she was in a trance, her cell phone rang again. Wen Qing glanced at the screen, her heart startled, and she quickly turned the phone to silent mode.

"Did your aunt call again?" asked grandma.

"No, it's a harassing call." Wen Qing put the phone back into her bag. "It's selling financial management or something. It's almost like a scammer."

"Financial fraud is rampant now. Scammers have been scamming people from all over the country, and even in the North City. In our No. 4 Factory staff quarters alone, there are several people who have been scammed."

Wen Qing smiled and said, "Grandma, you know a lot. You know about financial fraud and you can even say 'got tricked'. That's really trendy."

Grandma Ding Shuzhen is a literate person. She likes to read the news and chat with neighbors. She is always familiar with new things in society.

Hearing her granddaughter's praise, Ding Shuzhen said with a smile: "According to what you say in Jiangcheng, I am an old-fashioned person. How can I be fashionable? In the staff quarters of our fourth factory, there are many fashionable old ladies who dance Korean square dances."

Gu Huaiyuan laughed and said, "That's really trendy. Our F University's dance club also dances Korean dances. Wen Qing danced there and even performed in the show. It was very popular."

"Qing'er took after her aunt and had a talent for dancing, but her family's financial situation was limited, so she didn't persist in practicing."

Grandma couldn't stop talking about Wen Qing: "When she was a child, she was selected to participate in the provincial dance competition. If it weren't for her aunt's matter, we would have let her go..."

"Grandma!" Wen Qing tugged at her grandma's sleeve, signaling her to stop talking.

Ding Shuzhen also realized that she had said too much. She smiled awkwardly and opened her mouth, wanting to say something to make up for it, but nothing came out.

Gu Huaiyuan glanced at the embarrassed grandparents and grandchildren in the rearview mirror, knowing that they did not want to mention the fact that Zhou Wen was Song Weiming's mistress. Coincidentally, this was not something he wanted to recall, so they remained silent tacitly.

After a while, the car stopped downstairs of Zhou Wen's building. Gu Huaiyuan got out of the car, opened the trunk, took out the luggage and moved it upstairs, while Wen Qing followed behind, supporting her grandmother.

When Zhou Wen saw Gu Huaiyuan's car stop in the kitchen, she opened the door and waited. When she saw that it was Gu Huaiyuan who came up first, she still stood in a daze at the stairs.

Gu Huaiyuan walked towards her with a slight smile, and asked softly as he passed by her, "Don't you welcome me?"

"No...welcome." Zhou Wen said in a low voice.

Gu Huaiyuan pretended not to hear and walked in with his suitcase in hand: "Let me try your cooking today."

Zhou Wen didn't bother to argue with him and wanted to walk down a few steps to greet her mother, but the man grabbed her arm.

"What are you doing?" Zhou Wen pushed him away in panic. His mother was so close, and he dared to pull her.

"You take a rest, I'll go downstairs." He pulled her back to the door and let go of her hand. He put the suitcase in the entrance hall, then walked around her and went down the stairs.

"You don't have to do this..." Zhou Wen whispered softly as he passed by her.

Gu Huaiyuan still heard it, and his heart moved. He turned around and stared at her: "For you, I am willing to do more. I don't want your thanks, as long as you don't refuse."

Zhou Wen's shoulders trembled slightly and her eyelashes drooped, as if she was holding back tears.

Gu Huaiyuan resisted the urge to hug her in his arms and turned around and went downstairs.

After the age of 60, my legs and feet are not as flexible.

Ding Shuzhen held the stair railing with one hand, and Wen Qing supported her with the other. She lifted her legs and stepped up the stairs, muttering to herself:

"I'm used to living on the first floor, so climbing the stairs is a bit strenuous."

"When conditions get better, I'll rent a house on the first floor." Wen Qing felt sorry for her grandma and said guiltily.

"I'm not that squeamish." Grandma smiled and said, "This is Jiangcheng, not our small Beicheng. It's great to be able to rent a house like this. Qing'er, you're still young, don't put too much pressure on yourself."

"Yeah." Wen Qing responded obediently, and then she heard the phone in her bag ringing again. She panicked and quickly reached into her bag, pressing the button without even looking at it, and turned off the phone.

"There are so many harassing phone calls." She pretended nothing had happened, explained briefly, held her grandmother's arm, and continued to move upstairs.

"Go do what you need to do. When I come over, you should concentrate on studying and don't let Professor Gu down." Ding Shuzhen was talking when she saw someone coming down from upstairs. She looked up and saw that it was Gu Huaiyuan. She knew he was here to pick her up, so she quickly said politely, "Professor Gu, you are a guest. How can I trouble you?"

"You're welcome." Gu Huaiyuan held her other hand and walked upstairs slowly. "The third floor is a bit high, don't worry."

"No hurry, no hurry." Ding Shuzhen said with a smile. Gu Huaiyuan was tall and strong, and once he helped her, Ding Shuzhen felt much more relaxed.

The corridor was narrow and Wen Qing was pushed to the side. Seeing that her grandma was being supported very well by Gu Huaiyuan, she silently let go of her hand and stepped back sideways.

With her hands free, she couldn't help but touch the cell phone in her bag.

The phone is silent, but it's like a silent fuse, and I don't know what kind of storm is hidden behind it.

Wen Qing shook her head, trying to ignore the uneasiness in her heart. At this moment, she just wanted to run back home and hide.

Let’s leave the future to the future.