The leader is my girlfriend

Who was the person who visited Lu Wanwan most frequently after she gave birth to her child?

That was neither my aunt Liu Miaomiao, nor my uncle An Chong and my aunt Cui Jinhua, but my uncle Liu Zhe.

Although it has not reached the point where he has to come every day, he comes at least three or four times a week. Every time he sees the child, he will not let go. Correspondingly, when little Wang Lubai sees Liu Zhe, he will also stretch out his chubby little hands and indicate that he wants a hug.

Liu Zhe himself described the situation as being like suddenly becoming a great uncle, a momentary struggle to adjust to this dramatic change in status. He felt a bit overly happy about his rapid rise in seniority.

Wang Yiming could understand a little bit about the grandparents being close to each other, but being so close was beyond the scope! In addition, he had a "task" to do, so he needed an opening statement to start the conversation.

So he asked the question he had been curious about for a long time.

"Uncle, I wonder how old you are this year?"

Hearing this, Liu Zhe was stunned at first, then laughed and scolded, "Hey! How can you talk like that? I'm starting to wonder if I'm in my seventies or eighties? Or maybe even seventies or eighties? I'm only 40, okay? Calculating my age, I'm only 39 this year."

Seeing this, Wang Yiming quickly smiled and said, "Oh, I was wondering why you look so young. A man at 40 is in his prime, and it's the best time to strive for success."

What does it mean to look young? Liu Zhe felt that this was not a compliment.

"So, do you have any prospects for the future of your relationship? While you're still young."

While there is still some distance before you become an old man.

However, Liu Zhe responded with a helpless look, "What's so young about that? I'm already this old."

...Don’t you think this inconsistent answer is a bit contradictory?

"Uncle..." Wang Yiming was about to say something he shouldn't say when Liu Zhe interrupted him abruptly.

"I say, who ordered you to come here and ask for a beating, right?"

Wang Yiming quickly waved his hands in denial, "No way, how could it be, it's impossible."

Liu Zhe sneered, "Heh."

Wang Yiming then said without a sense of crisis, "You're right, your pronunciation is exactly like my boss's. Every time she pronounces it like that, the next sentence is, 'Make it up, keep making it up.'"

As expected, Liu Zhe immediately crossed his arms and said, "Go on, make it up."

If Liu Miaomiao were here, she would definitely feel the same way. After all, when she lied as a child, her uncle Liu Zhe and her sister Lu Wanwan would cooperate with her, hugging their arms together.

One person speaks first, "Oh, make it up," and then another person continues, "Go on, make it up."

Liu Miaomiao has never been successful at lying, and so, from a young age, she's determined to be a journalist who exposes lies and pursues the truth. In other words, since I've been caught in the rain, I'm going to tear up every umbrella I see, and no one will dare to lie.

Wang Yiming was immediately at a loss for words, mumbling and complaining, "...Uncle, you're just copying it."

Liu Zhe didn't take it seriously and simply replied, "It works, that's all. Why don't you confess and tell the truth quickly?"

Seeing that there was no room for maneuver, Wang Yiming could only sigh and report truthfully, "Well, actually, it was my grandfather who asked me to come here. He said that he wanted me to teach you some secrets to ending single life and the beauty of married life."

When Liu Zhe heard this, he immediately asked back in a bad mood, "Do you think that ending your single life was your own effort?"

"Alas, it's too tiring to chat with smart people. I'm here to enlighten you. Who made you like children so much? Grandpa thinks you should hurry up and get married, start a family, and have children." Wang Yiming didn't want to persuade him, let alone persuade him earnestly. After all, everyone has different choices for major events in life. He was just going through the motions and going with the flow.

"It's not as easy as it sounds." Liu Zhe said, and laughed to himself.

"This is actually very easy. The key lies in whether you have the intention to do so, and whether the person you choose in the end is the one in your heart, and whether you can accept other options." Wang Yiming tapped his chest with his hand.

"There's no one in my heart." Liu Zhe flatly denied it.

"Whoever is being stubborn will know. Even if you can deceive your brain, your heartbeat won't lie to you." Wang Yiming teased Liu Zhe with a joking look on his face. It is not that people who refuse to get married are too picky or do not do things seriously, but rather that they have a pure land in their hearts that they do not want to compromise.

At this moment, Liu Zhe suddenly changed the subject, "By the way, do you have any red wine here? The moon tonight is really big and round, perfect for moon-gazing and having a drink."

"Of course not, but grandpa has some white wine. If you need it, how about I get it for you?" Wang Yiming responded quickly.

"Well... can you drink?" Liu Zhe asked with a little doubt.

"You can have some." Wang Yiming answered readily.

"Okay, in that case, come and have a drink with me." Liu Zhe invited with a smile.

"it is good."

...After a few sips of wine,

Looking at Liu Zhe who was staring at the moon, Wang Yiming had nothing to not understand. It was obvious that he was thinking about the person in his heart. He looked inexplicably sad.

Liu Zhe suddenly asked, "Can you tell the difference between love and obsession?"

Wang Yiming was stunned for a moment.

After a moment's silence, Xiao Ming answered silently in his heart, I should be able to, but I can't say it.

At this moment, in order to maintain this quiet and slightly sad atmosphere, he decided to remain silent and listen to Liu Zhe continue to speak.

"Before, I couldn't tell the difference between love and obsession. I thought I loved someone deeply, but I also felt that I just couldn't let go of this person. I pondered this for a long time.

In the end, I found that if I had to choose between the two results of "she died" and "she no longer loved me, but still lived well", I would prefer the first result.

At this point, Liu Zhe smiled bitterly.

"I actually wish... that she could stay at the time when she loved me the most. So, in the end, maybe this is just an obsession—that's all. But, it's this obsession that has kept me hanging on for over twenty years, and I just can't let it go. It seems I'm just too fragile."

Listening to Liu Zhe's confession, Wang Yiming couldn't help but feel curious and asked softly, "Uncle, what kind of person is that? It makes you so unable to let go."

Liu Zhe raised his head and drank a glass of wine. He spoke slowly, "She is a very free and easy-going person. She has many qualities that I long to have but can never achieve."

More than 20 years, isn’t that when you’re a teenager?

"Are you classmates?" Wang Yiming speculated based on the timeline.

"No, we are pen pals." As he spoke, Liu Zhe recalled the stories of the past, which he had kept hidden for too many years, and he also wanted to tell them.

"During that time, I went to a foreign country alone to study. Being in a foreign land, far away from my family and familiar surroundings, I was often overwhelmed by feelings of loneliness and helplessness. Fortunately, Chinese people always unconsciously come together and support each other.

At that time, mailing was not convenient, so we adopted another way, writing messages in a pub, communicating and expressing our feelings through writing, and leaving a few words there for others to read.

It's strange, you know? It's strange. One night I went to that little pub and saw a card on the wall with the message board. It simply said, 'Good evening, everyone!' It was just that simple sentence, but it brought back an indescribable feeling.

Liu Zhe suddenly turned his head to look at Wang Yiming, then looked up at the moon again and drank another cup facing the moon.

"So, isn't it amazing? There were so many long speeches, so many personal thoughts, so many self-introductions on the entire wall, but I only saw these few words at a glance. Those few words, even the exclamation mark at the end, seemed so perfect. I felt so comfortable looking at them.

Looking at the signature again, it is signed - Yin Guang, another strange pen name. I am really curious, what kind of person is this?

Later, during inquiries, I learned that several of my compatriots had developed a liking for this mysterious "Drinker of Light" and began to pursue her, but unfortunately, they were all rejected in the end without exception.

Now, I’m even more curious…”

Uncle, curiosity killed the cat. Look, this will become the eternal white moonlight!

But Wang Yiming is also curious, so please continue, thank you!