Wu Zhizhi still did not go home with Zheng Qiaoen that day, she still insisted on returning to her hotel room, and when she said goodbye to Zheng Qiaoen, Wu Zhizhi's eyes were red.

When she was about to go to bed at night, Wu only suddenly received a strange call, she stared at the string of numbers and looked at it a lot, keenly felt that this would be Xi Wen's call, after connecting it, she heard the not very familiar voice, Wu only finally confirmed.

"Well, it's me, hello Mr. Xi," she still didn't get used to her new identity so quickly.

Xi Wen was a little lazy when she heard Wu only call herself like this, but she didn't say anything, she was originally very Zheng Qiaoen's words, and she came to contact Wu Zhi's feelings, but when she connected the phone, Xi Wen didn't know what she should say.

The two of them were silent for a while while holding their mobile phones, and Wu couldn't help but speak.

"Mr. Xi, are you going to say something?"

Xi Wen pursed her lips and spoke under Zheng Qiaoen's expectant eyes.

"How is the song practiced, the movie will be finished in a few days, and the director must be meticulous ...... see us at the finalization ceremony."

Wu only: "Well, I know. ”

"Alright, let's get some rest early."

"Okay."

The phone finally hung up, and before Xi Wen could catch his breath, Zheng Qiaoen's blame pressed again, "I didn't just ask you to ask about these messy things!" ”

Xi Wen pinched his eyebrows helplessly and did not speak.

Zheng Qiaoen's face hated iron and steel, "It's just that I'm still living in a hotel arranged by the company, and I want to take her over to live with us, what do you think?" ”

Xi Wen looked at her, nodded, and still didn't speak.

Zheng Qiaoen was angry and pushed him, "I said you had something to say, but that's your niece, don't you care?" ”

"It's not like you're there."

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The day after Xi Wen was discharged from the hospital, the two contacted Wu Zhizhi, when Wu Zhizhi walked out of the hotel lobby wearing black, she saw Xi Wen leaning next to the car at a glance, she hurriedly walked over, and was about to ask 'Xi is always good', but was interrupted by Zheng Qiaoen in the car.

"Don't say such an unsightly name for a family."

Wu Zhi was speechless for a while, Xi Wen was also a little embarrassed, he coughed uncomfortably, and while beckoning Wu Zhi to get into the car, he got into the car by himself.

When Xi Wen was discharged from the hospital, he contacted Wu Zhizhi, but Wu Zhizhi was busy recording songs at Shanhai Records that day and couldn't spare time to pick up Xi Wen.

Xi Wen was not angry, Wu only contacted Xi Wen first after that, she wanted to see her biological mother, Xi Wen paused for a long time, and finally agreed, so she made an appointment to take Wu only to see Xi Nuannuan today.

Zheng Qiaoen sat in the co-pilot and chatted with Wu only all the time, and Xi Wen, who was driving the whole time, never said a few words, and Wu only felt a little strange to him.

Xi Wen is not at all like the big brother Xi who walked the dog with her two years ago to her now.

The car twisted into a cemetery, which looked very solemn, and there was a large green grass with many tombstones entrenched in it, Wu only looked at the scenery in front of her, and couldn't help but think that one was her mother's tombstone.

Xi Wen roughly stretched out his hand and pointed to the left front

location, "she was right there." ”

Wu only thought that she had become very strong now, but why, why did Xi Wen just say a word so simply, she had a sour nose, and couldn't help but want to cry, forcibly suppressing the sadness in her heart, Wu only replied stiffly.

Xi Wen was holding a bouquet of flowers in his hand, Zheng Qiaoen took Wu Zhi's hand, and the two followed Xi Wen and talked from time to time, and unconsciously stopped in front of a tombstone.

Wu only saw Xi Wen stop, and also stopped, and a pair of bright eyes followed Xi Wen's line of sight.

The tombstone in her sight was no different from the other tombstones here, the same eye color, the same shape, but when Wu only saw the black and white photo on the tombstone, tears flowed from his eyes without warning.

Seeing this, Zheng Qiaoen hurriedly wanted to give the paper to Wu Zhizhi, but Wu Zhizhi refused.

"It's okay, I'm fine."

Seeing this, Xi handed the bouquet in his hand to Wu Zhi, his meaning was very obvious, and asked Wu Zhizhi to only come to Xi Nuannuan to offer sacrifices.

When Wu was at a loss for what to do with only the flowers, Xi Wen's voice sounded in the empty cemetery.

"Sister, I finally did what you told me before you left, and I finally brought my daughter over today after you missed her for so long......."

Wu only held the bouquet of flowers tightly in her hand, the expression on her face was full of grief, even though she had never seen her mother in person, but just looking at the black and white photo, Wu only couldn't suppress the pain in her heart.

The voice of Xi Wen in his ears has not been short, and from time to time there will be a few sobs from Zheng Qiaoen, Wu only hugged the bouquet the whole time, and his eyes locked on the photo on the tombstone, as if he could see Xi Nuannuan's life clearly.

In her twenty-one years, the time she could really be with Xi Nuannuan was when she was a child, but unfortunately she didn't remember anything at that time, and she didn't remember getting along with Xi Nuannuan at all.

She stood here, and though the pain in her heart had never been relieved for a moment, she knew nothing about the woman who was asleep on the land.

All she knew was that it was her mother, the one who gave birth to her, but what about the rest? Wu didn't know anything.

After Xi Wen finished speaking, he looked at Wu Zhizhi, and he said softly: "Let's talk to her a few words." After speaking, he took Zheng Qiaoen's hand and left the tombstone.

At this moment, only Wu was left standing alone in the center of the cemetery.

She stared blankly at Xi Nuannuan's photo, she didn't know what she should say for a while, a little cramped Wu only looked left and right, and after her eyes fell on the bouquet in her hand, she immediately lightly placed the flowers in front of the tombstone.

"Look at me, I'm so careless, I've been here for so long and forgot to put the flowers on ......."

After the first sentence, she seemed to have completely opened the conversation, and simply sat down in front of the tombstone without getting up, and began to talk endlessly.

"This is the first time I've seen you in my memory, and I never thought it would be such a ......scene," she said, holding up her hand to indicate that it was a place like a cemetery.

"I listen...... My aunt said, you can't help yourself, but I really thought about it before, and I blamed you, but now it seems that those blames, resentments, and so on, have all passed, you are lying here, I sit here and you can't hear what I say, no matter what I do

It doesn't help to be angry...... ”

As she spoke, a tear slipped from the corner of her eye and fell into Wu Zhi's neckline, she hurriedly wiped it away, and said it as if she was pretending to be strong.

"I came today to tell you, the person who brought me up after that was very good to me, I have been generally good in the past ten years, my little aunt said that you have been looking for me for a long time, I am sorry that I only know my life experience, and I will often come to see your ...... in the future."

It's very strange that Wu Zhizhi didn't know what to say when he went to Chen Qing's tomb before, but now facing his biological mother, although he hasn't met, Wu Zhizhi still talks endlessly.

From the time she was a child she can remember to the present, she can say wherever she wants.

In the two hours when no one was disturbed so easily, Wu was only stunned and told Xi Nuannuan almost everything about himself.

Until the sun went down, she was still a little reluctant when she left, Wu only carefully cleaned up the fallen leaves in front of Xi Nuannuan's tombstone, and then left step by step.

Xi Wen and Zheng Qiaoen have been waiting for Wu Zhizhi in the car, Zheng Qiaoen was worried that something would happen and was about to go to find Wu Zhizhi, but he saw Wu Zhizhi's figure appear at the end of the road.

When she finally got closer, Zheng Qiaoen keenly felt that Wu Zhizhi's mood had changed, and she seemed to be more energetic than before she came.

Wu only looked at Zheng Qiaoen and smiled, "I'm sorry to keep you waiting, I talked a little more, let's go now." ”

"Are you okay?" Zheng Qiaoen asked.

Wu only nodded: "I felt very relaxed the whole time when I talked to her, looking at the face on the photo, although it was unfamiliar, I still felt very warm, I think this is blood, although I haven't seen it, but she gave me a great emotional pillar there." ”

Xi Wen nodded, still not speaking.

"Go home, get in the car." Zheng Qiaoen deliberately sat in the back row with Wu only this time, and Wu was only a little inexplicable, but he still happily gave up his position.

The car started, Xi Wen glanced at the two people in the back row from the rearview mirror, and then completely focused on the road in front of him.

Wu is probably only because of the self-talk in front of the tombstone just now, and the change in her name for Zheng Qiaoen, now when facing Zheng Qiaoen, she no longer has the previous sense of distance.

even spontaneously found the topic and asked Zheng Qiaoen what her job was.

Zheng Qiaoen is happy to have a conversation with Wu Zhi, "My work has always been relatively free, do you know the magazine "Oil Painting Girl"? I'm the screenwriter of it. ”

Wu only covered his mouth in shock, and looked at Zheng Qiaoen with bright eyes.

"Oh my God, is that the famous fashion magazine?"

"Painted Girl" is a women's comprehensive fashion magazine launched by the fashion media group 20 years ago, and it was originally intended to be a "women's sex magazine," which fills the gap that often exists in women's periodicals.

From the date of its inception to the present, the British EMAP Group, a publication of the fashion media group, has given the best international copyright support and content sharing to "Oil Painting Girl", which has quickly occupied the fashion publication market with its unique communication methods, unique values and the concept of "fun, authenticity, sexiness and use", and ranked first in the circulation of fashion magazines in the country.

Zheng Qiaoen nodded, "That's the one." ”