A Western-style building located on Pushi Road in the French Concession, with high walls and deep houses, and dense plane trees covering the deep courtyard. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoThe two-story red-tiled and whitewashed bungalow, with pointed roofs and oval steel windows, is delicate and unassuming.

This is the most quiet and leisurely place, but there is a mourning note written on white paper on the door, and the door frame and door heart are also sealed with white paper, announcing that the family is doing a funeral.

A black sedan approached and stopped at the gate. Two men in black coats, long and tall, walked out of the car. Both of them had black veils around their left arms, apparently closely related to the person who had just died in the building.

The housekeeper Chen Bozheng was standing at the door. He rubbed his eyes, staggered to meet him, grabbed the arm of the man walking in front, and burst into tears: "Young Master, you can come back!" ”

These two people are the eldest son Rong Ziyi and the second son Rong Zizhong of Rong Bin, the owner of this family house who has just passed away and the famous industrialist in Shanghai. And the reason why they hurried back from other places was to mourn their father.

Uncle Chen led the brothers inside, wiping his tears with his sleeves and said, "It happened suddenly, and there was a mess outside the house. Fortunately, there is a wife who presides over the overall situation, and the little young master can also follow and help, so he can do things decently. Fortunately, you can still catch up with the broken seven and send the master on his last journey. God doesn't have long eyes, such a good person, how can you say that if you don't have it, it's gone......"

Although his expression was calm and his pace was quite steady, from Rong Ziyi's bloodshot eyes and dark yellow haggard face, it could still be seen how anxious he was and ran non-stop all the way. He hated himself for not returning to Shanghai in time and not being able to see his father for the last time.

In the north room of the main hall, there is an offering table with lanterns, incense burners, and seasonal fruits. The most conspicuous thing is a large photograph of the deceased wearing black silk. Rong Bin in the photo is kind and vigorous, and the kind and kind expression between his eyebrows and eyes seems to be alive. Rong Ziyi couldn't bear it anymore, and took two steps to "plop" and fell to the ground, letting out a sad sound. His head touched the cold concrete floor, and tears fell on the futon under his knees. His two hands gripped the futon tightly, as if he was willing to rub and crush it alive. The futon was scratched and twisted and deformed, and the yellow silk on the futon was wet in a moment.

Rong Zizhong knelt straight behind him, and tears were also welling up. Chen Bo stood aside and shed tears with him.

Rong Ziyi cried for a while, and Fang felt better. Zizhong handed him a handkerchief for him to wipe away his tears, and patted him on the back soothingly. Chen Bo helped the two of them up and said, "People can't be resurrected after death. The eldest young master and the second young master also ask for condolences. ”

Rong Ziyi stood up, only to feel dizzy and swollen, and couldn't help but shake his body. Zizhong hurriedly supported him. The light in front of him was dim, and a woman in a black cheongsam stood at the door, it was Wu Yuzhen, the mistress of the Rong family.

Rong Ziyi pushed Zizhong away, put his hands at his side, stood still, and said respectfully: "Madam, we are back." ”

Wu Yuzhen was in a sad mood, coupled with the hard work for days, she wanted to take a break from this free time. When he heard the servant's report, he got up in a hurry and hurried over. Hearing Rong Ziyi's cry from afar, she couldn't help but feel sad, and shed tears beside her. She was afraid that Ziyi would work hard all the way, be so sad, and be afraid of crying and getting sick, she wanted to come forward to comfort and comfort him, but seeing his current appearance of being more respectful and not close enough, she blocked her chest in one breath, but she didn't know what to do.

She paused for a moment before saying, "Just come back." I've had your room cleaned up. As for the luggage, let people move to the room. I knew you would be here today, so I sent a car to pick you up. ”

Rong Ziyi said: "Don't dare to work wife." I received a telegram from Hong Kong in Europe and learned that something had happened at home. But the world is not good, there are wars everywhere, the war is in chaos, the flight has been changed several times, and it took several places to return to Shanghai. Ben didn't expect it to arrive today, so he didn't inform his family in advance. Fortunately, my uncle sent a driver to wait at the airport for a while. ”

The "uncle" in Rong Ziyi's mouth refers to his biological mother's cousin Yang Renjie. The Yang family is thin, and Mrs. Yang has a very close relationship with this younger brother. After marrying into the Rong family, Yang Renjie also lived in the Rong family for several years, and was taught and raised by Mrs. Yang. He has no son, and he loves his sister's only son in the world as if he were his own son.

Wu Yuzhen was quite uncomfortable when she heard this. It's hard to be a stepmother. When she entered Rong's house, Rong Ziyi had grown into a mature teenager who was quite self-reliant and sensible. The attitude towards her has always been respectful and polite. But the problem is that he is too polite, not like a family. No matter how hard she tried, the two sides always seemed to be separated by a layer. Next, his son Zixiao and daughter Zifan were born, Ziyi and Zizhong began to study, and then the two of them went abroad, and there was no good chance to get along. To this day, Ziyi's relationship with her is far less close than that of her uncle.

Wu Yuzhen said: "It's hard for him to think thoughtfully, and I will thank him in person if I have the opportunity." Well, wash yourself, change your clothes, and rest. Ah Xiao and Fan Fan are also coming back soon. ”

"Yes. Why haven't you seen your younger siblings? ”

"Ah Xiao is in the company. These days, thanks to his help. Fanfan I let her go to school, so that she would not be sad and in a daze at home. When it came to her own pair of children, Wu Yuzhen's tone became particularly soft.

Rong Ziyi's heart was filled with sourness. If my mother is still here, when she talks about herself, she will use this kind of gentle and loving tone.

"Then I...... Let's go see my grandfather first. ”

"Well, that's fine. It's just ......" Wu Yuzhen sighed: "He is even more confused now, and he no longer recognizes people." Be prepared. ”

Rong Ziyi's heart was even more sour, and he nodded silently.

The three of them came to the innermost suite on the second floor, which was the room of Rong Ziyi's grandfather, Rong Chengyong. One-color mahogany furniture, the room is spacious and bright, clean and clean.

Old lady Rong, who had white hair and was dressed in a long robe, sat in a rocking chair in front of the window, drowsy.

The two brothers Rong Ziyi stepped forward, and Ziyi said softly: "Grandfather, Ziyi and Zizhong have come to see you." ”

Old Lady Rong slowly opened her eyes and looked at the brothers, but there was no reaction.

Rong Ziyi said again: "Grandfather, do you still recognize us?" ”

Old lady Rong looked at this, then at that, and subconsciously shook her head.

Ziyi was helpless: "If you don't recognize it, you won't recognize it." Ah Zhong, we kowtow to our grandfather. ”

Old lady Rong still had a blank and ignorant expression.

Wu Yuzhen sighed: "The old man originally recognized your father, but now as soon as your father leaves, he will be even more ......" His voice was choked and he couldn't speak.

Old lady Rong blinked, and suddenly said, "What about Bin'er?" He said to Rong Ziyi: "Jiabao, go and call Bin'er." ”

Rong Ziyi once again burst into tears. Jiabao is his mother's nickname. They all said that he looked like his mother, and he thought that his grandfather saw him and thought he was his mother. But now, the two people who still exist in his memory, the only two people he can recognize, are no longer alive. And he is Rong Ziyi, and he has truly become a fatherless and motherless person.

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His room was still the same as it was familiar. The books that occupy two walls, and some of his favorite antique objects on Bogu's shelves, are spotless. This is a suite, the bedroom, study is connected to the bathroom, the design is reasonable, the light is abundant, and the garden view can be seen from the eye, which is the best layout except for the grandfather's room. In fact, he is away all the year round, so there is no need to occupy this room at all, and he can obviously use it for his younger brothers and sisters. But Wu Yuzhen disagreed. Admittedly, she has always done an impeccable job in this regard.

On the wall is a full-length portrait of a mother. The portrait has faded slightly, but the mother's appearance is still vivid. Bright and intelligent eyes, there are still stars shining in their eyes. Thick black hair, soft white skin, tall and slender figure. The only fly in the ointment is that the bridge of the nose is too high and straight, which makes the whole person's personality too hard and strong. In the mirror next to the portrait, Rong Ziyi's appearance with his mother is clearly reflected. It's just a pair of gold-rimmed glasses that obscure the light of insight into the world in his eyes, and also hide his eyes that are red and swollen from tears.

"Mother, I'm back, I'm coming home." Rong Ziyi muttered, "This time, I won't leave......"