The old lady did not answer the old lady's words, but looked at the old hand that clapped his hand in silence.

This hand, in his memory a long time ago, was very slender and good-looking, cardamom nails, always clean and round, with some pink nail polish dyed on them, holding him, sitting in front of the piano, playing some cheerful tunes.

Later, this hand let go of him one step first, and when they met again, they were already skin and bones, and the green tendons protruded, which completely belonged to the old man's hand.

The sudden sight in his eyes and the memories that flashed through his mind made Twilight look up at the old lady.

"I'll take care of it."

"Huh?"

His words made the old lady stunned.

"You're going to handle it?"

"Well, I'll tell her about it."

"But—"

The old lady frowned very worriedly, as if she wanted to say something, and the housekeeper who was sitting next to her and had never spoken touched her arm gently, making the old lady subconsciously look at her, but saw her shake her head slightly.

The old lady who saw her behaving like this was silent, and then nodded, still not very relieved.

"If that girl from the Twilight family wants to do something to you when she hears the news, you must avoid it, and you must not be hurt by her, you know?"

"yes, I see."

The boy nodded.

And, at this moment, the housekeeper stood up and spoke softly to the old lady.

"It's not early, I'll go down to prepare lunch, after lunch, the little master will rest, after all, the plane has a time difference, and it's not good for your health to not rest for a long time, and the old lady will also take a nap for a while, how about recuperating your mind?"

"Okay."

The old lady and the young man nodded, and the housekeeper went down to prepare lunch.

After the housekeeper left, the old lady took the young man's hand and talked about what happened when he was a child, but as he spoke, he talked about his father, who may be a little verbose when he is old, and some words will be repeated several times unintentionally.

But no matter how many times she repeated, the young man's eyebrows would not show impatience, and occasionally a few words would meet her, so that her mood gradually brightened and brightened, until the housekeeper asked her to bring lunch, and the old lady felt that time passed so quickly.

After the meal, the housekeeper served the old lady to take medicine and went back to the room for a nap, while Twilight Yang also went back to the room to rest.

Sitting in the room, he didn't feel a little sleepy, let him stand up, go to the balcony outside the window and sit down, take out the hairpin that was about to finish carving from his pocket, and continue carving.

After he finished carving, he looked up at the sky, let his mind go, pondered what material was more suitable for carving kapok, and after thinking for a long time, he got up and went upstairs.

The entire floor of the third floor is opened, where his father lives, the bedroom, the study, the living room, and the balcony are all connected together, the space is very large, and the view is also very wide.

He pushed open the door, looked at the room as he remembered, pursed his lips, lifted his feet and walked in, and took out a fiery red stone in a box under the drawer of his desk.

The stone was very beautiful, shimmering like a flowing fluorescent light, looking very aura and seductive, looking at the uncarved stone, there was a rare gentleness in Twilight's eyebrows.

"Little master?"

The housekeeper, who couldn't see anyone on the second floor, came to the third floor, holding a tray in her hand, on which was some tea that helped digestion and sleep, and was looking at the red stone in his hand with a slight sparkle in her eyes and smiled.

"Beautiful, isn't it? This is the owner's favorite thing, and in my memory, the owner of the house doesn't seem to have anything to like, but he has a soft spot for this red stone—"

"I often take it with me to play, and then once, it seems that because of something, the owner of the house lost this stone somewhere, so he returned alone, and it took a long time to come back, so I really like it, right?"

Speaking of this, the housekeeper paused, and her voice was a little low.

"It's just that I don't know who gave this stone to the head of the family, it is said to be a woman, and that woman is your mother, and, as if someone has heard it mentioned, the name of this stone is also your mother's name, and I don't know if it is true or false-"

As soon as these words were finished, the housekeeper suddenly fell silent, with some embarrassment in her expression.

"Please don't blame the young master, I'm just, uh, a little nostalgic for the old lady and the head of the family, and I don't mean to mention the sad things of the young master-"

"Nothing."

Twilight shook her head, looking at the red stone in her fingertips, and spoke in a cool voice.

"It doesn't have a name, and it wasn't given by my mother, but my father picked it up, so-"

He looked at the housekeeper with a slightly stunned expression, closed the drawer, walked out with the red stone in his hand, passed by her, and walked downstairs, and, so the words after that were slowly passed into the ears of the housekeeper.

"Mother has nothing to do with this stone."

As soon as the words fell, the young man's figure disappeared at the top of the stairs, but the housekeeper was stunned.

Hey?

This kind of thing, she, as an old lady's personal butler, doesn't know too well, so how did the little young master, who has never been too close to the head of the family, know about it?

It must have been the head of the house who told him, right?

How is that possible?

The housekeeper, who suddenly became confused in her mind, seemed to have a moment to realize what she was going to do, and hurriedly walked downstairs with tea.

"Little master, the tea that consumes food and helps sleep is placed in the living room, if you want to drink it, drink it while it's hot, it's cold and hurts your stomach."

"Okay."

The sound of a young man and grinding things came from the room, which made the housekeeper frown, and some doubts about what the little master was doing with that red stone?

However, everything in the Jun family belongs to the little young master, so the things of the head of the family are all the little young masters now, and it doesn't matter if you take it, it's just that you still need to tell the old lady, otherwise if the old lady can't see it, she should be sad.

The housekeeper, who thought of this, went downstairs and went to the room next to the old lady, and waited for the old lady to wake up for a while and serve her.

In the room, the young man who carved the red stone with a carving knife seemed to have no need for a draft at all, and directly drew the appearance of the kapok in his mind, and even received the instruction in his hand to carve its outline.

Not long after, a budding red kapok is presented in front of you, although it has not been post-processed, but it is already very crystal clear, beautiful, if this red stone is all carved to complete, it will be more exquisite, wonderful.

In the afternoon, the old lady woke up, but Twilight had not come downstairs, and the old lady thought that he was still resting, so she did not let everyone move around more, so as not to affect his rest.

It wasn't until night came that the old lady asked the butler.

"How long did Yang sleep? Isn't it time to get up for dinner? ”

Good night.

(End of chapter)