The green camphor tree has a deep view

Just as Song Jingshen was listening to Ge Zhaomin talking about Wen Qing's family affairs, Wen Qing, who was sitting in the rental house, sneezed several times in succession.

She was sighing while covering her nose with a tissue. Zhou Wen beside her hurriedly handed her a cup of hot water and said with concern: "It was cold on the road. You must have been frozen. Jiangcheng is not like North City. It is damp and cold in winter. There is no heating in the house. You have to adapt for a while."

At this point, Zhou Wen thought of her mother who had just arrived, and hurried to the living room to ask Ding Shuzhen, who was sitting on the sofa and chatting with Gu Huaiyuan: "Mom, are your legs and feet cold? Can I bring the heater over?"

"No need. Xiaowen, sit down and chat with Professor Gu for a while. I'll go to the kitchen to clean up and cook some delicious dishes for Professor Gu later." As she said that, Ding Shuzhen stood up with a smile, walked towards the kitchen, and called Wen Qing to come over to help.

Zhou Wen and Gu Huaiyuan looked at each other in the living room. Gu Huaiyuan's eyes were reserved and eager, as if they were filled with warm water, ready to warm the person in front of him at any time.

Wen Qing looked at the two of them, feeling a little uncomfortable. She looked at the clock on the wall and said to her grandma, "It's getting late. I'd better go to the kindergarten to pick up Jing Long."

Hearing her say this, Ding Shuzhen quickly responded: "Look at my brain, I forgot about picking up the child! Take me with you, I know the way to pick up the child."

"Mom, your legs and feet are not feeling well, you should rest at home. I'll go pick up Jing Long." Zhou Wen said as she walked towards the entrance.

Gu Huaiyuan on the side said: "Then I'll go with you. I'll drive, it's convenient."

When Zhou Wen heard this, she immediately stood still, not knowing whether to go or not.

She just didn't want to be alone with him in the living room. Faced with his enthusiasm, she felt embarrassed and a little flustered. She was also afraid that her mother would notice something, which made her feel very uncomfortable.

Seeing her aunt was hesitant, Wen Qing quickly stood up and said, "I'll go. Jing Long likes to walk on the road, so I can just walk him back."

As Wen Qing spoke, she changed her shoes, put on her coat, put on her bag, pushed the door and walked out.

"Qing'er, don't forget your hat." Zhou Wen took a pink woolen hat and put it on her head, then adjusted the two furry soft straps hanging from the brim of the hat. "If the wind is strong, fasten the straps tightly, and be careful not to get a headache."

Wen Qing pursed her lips and smiled, tugged at the strap of her bonnet, then turned and went downstairs.

Zhou Wen lowered her head and closed the door, then turned around and saw Gu Huaiyuan standing behind her, very close to her. Her heart skipped a beat and she glanced towards the kitchen.

Fortunately, Ding Shuzhen was concentrating on preparing the ingredients and didn't bother to look over here.

Zhou Wen let out a sigh of relief, walked around Gu Huaiyuan and headed towards the living room.

Before she could take a step forward, her hand was embraced by his outstretched palm. His hand was warm and thick, and once it touched her cold and delicate fingers, it seemed to stick to her and she didn't want to let go.

She was startled and quickly pulled her hand back. The big hand let go of her at the right time. A low voice came from above her head: "Your hands are so cold, why don't you turn on the air conditioner?"

Zhou Wen calmed his heartbeat, lowered his head and walked into the living room. While filling his teacup on the coffee table with water, he said nonchalantly, "It's just the beginning of winter, I don't feel how cold it is yet."

"You are very sensitive to cold. Don't delay your recovery just to save some electricity bills." He looked at her and asked in a low voice, "Why do you still wear socks to bed at night?"

Zhou Wen blushed. On the day she was discharged from the hospital, he came here and carried her to bed.

She was wearing a pair of thick cotton socks at that time. After settling her down, he tried to take off her socks, but she stopped him with a red face, saying that her feet were cold and she was used to sleeping in socks.

Unexpectedly, he still remembered this incident.

Zhou Wen didn't say anything. It would be awkward to say anything anyway, so she just handed the teacup to him and secretly prayed that his memory was not so good.

Gu Huaiyuan took the teacup with one hand and held her wrist with the other hand: "Answer me, do you sleep with socks on?"

Zhou Wen twisted her wrist to break free and replied casually: "No, I'm not cold, I'm not wearing anything..."

Gu Huaiyuan's heart moved, and he remembered the scene of holding her in his arms that day. He couldn't help but gently put down the teacup in his hand and hold her in his arms.

"Let me hold you for a while." He put his arms around her shoulders, buried his nose in the crook of her neck, sniffed deeply a few times, and whispered, "I missed you so much."

"Don't do this," Zhou Wen pushed him in panic, "I'm not worthy of you. You deserve a better woman."

"I only like you." He buried his head in her neck, his voice muffled, like spring thunder coming from afar, shaking Zhou Wen's heart.

"Liking someone doesn't necessarily mean they are suitable." She said softly, "I liked your brother-in-law before, but it resulted in me being sick. I don't believe in liking someone anymore."

"Why don't you believe it?" Gu Huaiyuan gently rubbed her earlobe, gently tempting, "Trust me once, and I will heal your illness."

He exuded a fresh woody fragrance, like a gentle breeze from the woods, brushing across her broken heart.

She snuggled in his arms, feeling as if her whole body was soaked in warm water. The panic, stalemate, sorrow and pressure she had felt for a long time gradually faded away, and she felt like a kite in the spring breeze, becoming warm and light, swaying freely.

Suddenly there was a "sizzling" sound from the kitchen, it was the sound of vegetables being put into the frying pan.

Then, there was the sound of the spatula stirring, the sound of the water boiling, and the sound of the range hood speeding up...

The roaring sound from pots and pans suddenly brought Zhou Wen back to reality.

She shuddered and stood up from Gu Huaiyuan's arms: "No, no... I still have Jing Long, I can't do this."

"I will treat him well." Gu Huaiyuan stood up, still reluctant to let go of his arm, "You can test me, but don't reject me, okay?"

The doorbell rang, Zhou Wen hurried to open the door, but her body was held in Gu Huaiyuan's arms.

"Okay?" He repeated in a firm tone, staring at her with burning eyes.

In a hurry, Zhou Wen made a random "hmm" sound, then nodded again, fearing that he would not let go.

Gu Huaiyuan smiled, bent down and kissed her lightly on the top of her head, then loosened his arms and let her break free like a bird.

"Mom! Look, what did my sister buy me?" Outside the door, Jing Long raised his little hand and showed the Ultraman card in his hand to Zhou Wen.

Zhou Wen touched his head, her face still blushing and she smiled, instantly showing some girlish charm.

"Jing Long, come and meet grandma." She invited Jing Long into the kitchen. "This is the first time you've seen grandma since you were born." As Zhou Wen said this, tears welled up in the corners of her eyes and she quickly raised her hand to wipe them.

Gu Huaiyuan strode over from the living room and handed her the tissue in his hand: "Don't cry, be careful not to cry your eyes red and make the old man worry."

Zhou Wen took the tissue, wiped her eyes, and said with tears and laughter: "We should be happy. After so many years of twists and turns, our family is finally together again."