Thinking about it, Quan Ye reached out and untied the rope wrapped in the white rose, then pulled out the paper wrapped in the white rose, folded it and put it in his pocket.

He thought that his mother must have just liked the white rose to stay there quietly, rather than releasing her charm with flowers.

Under normal circumstances, there should not be too many flowers planted in the cemetery, but because Quan Ye's mother likes white roses very much, her cemetery is full of large clumps of white roses, which exude a slight fragrance in the wind, and if it were not for the white of those stars, it would not be easy to separate them from other flowers.

Silence was brewing in the air, and the rain was still falling, but it was not so bad that it wet one's clothes.

Kwon Ye stroked the picture of her mother and spoke softly.

"Mother, I'm married."

He didn't get an answer from anyone, and the breeze stopped, only the rain was still hitting his face drop by drop, unusually persistent.

Of course, Quan Ye didn't think about getting an answer from anyone, just like when he came to his mother's grave, he didn't want his mother to miraculously come back to comfort him.

Kwon Ye is a rational person, although he also wants to tell his mother, but since his mother can't make any response, then his words are just unnutritious self-talk.

Oscar Wilde once said that I like to talk to myself because it saves time and I don't have to argue with anyone.

Quan Ye agrees very much.

"Her name is Zheng Xichen, and she ...... It's very ordinary, it doesn't seem to be any different from other women, and I don't know why I married her. Quan Ye narrowed his eyes slightly and said.

"Zheng Xichen is generally beautiful, with general knowledge, and she doesn't know anything about art or finance, and her temper is also very stubborn, if she decides on something, no matter how much you persuade her, it is useless, she will definitely do what she thinks is right, and she is not willing to rely on me easily, sometimes I don't know what she is thinking......"

Quan Ye seemed to be talking to someone, and when he spoke, his eyebrows and eyes gradually became stained with a smile, but he didn't realize it.

"All in all, she's just an ordinary person."

Once Quan Ye also thought about what kind of person he would be if he wanted to marry a wife?

Will she be a strong woman who is as resolute and resolute as his mother, or an artist who is soft and boneless, and has a lot of wind and snow all day long, or a proud and complacent lady with a delicate tone.

"By the way, she doesn't know how to play the piano yet." Quan Ye seemed to suddenly remember something, and said with a smile.

Quan Ye also liked the piano for a while before, after all, as the eldest young master of a family, these things can be said to be compulsory courses, but then he didn't think about studying any masters, so he fell behind, and it wasn't until he played with Yan Yi with four hands that he barely remembered some.

Kwon Ye even remembers what it was like when he was studying piano.

At that time, the Quan family was one of the most famous families in the capital, and his mother specially invited a piano master who studied in France to come back to teach him in order to let him learn music well.

The old man's temper is not bad, he just likes music very much, Quan Ye's memory is very good, after the old man taught him to read music, it is not difficult for him to memorize music, plus the Quan family has almost any kind of score, so it didn't take long for Quan Ye to be able to complete a very difficult song independently.

But the old man always refused to admit that Quan Ye was his disciple, and Quan Ye's mother put pressure on the old man for this, but Quan Ye still remembers what the old man said at his recital.

At that time, Quan Ye's piano skills had always been compared by the children of the family in the capital, so Quan Ye's mother was willing to invite those rich ladies and rich children to come to the Quan family to listen to Quan Ye's performance.

At that time, according to his teacher's request, Quan Ye played a song "Adelina by the Water", Quan Ye didn't understand why his teacher didn't let him play some difficult songs after teaching him, he could do it, right?

After Quan Ye finished playing this song, there was naturally a compliment below, and even Yan Yi applauded, but there was no other emotion on his teacher's face except disappointment.

When the old man came down, he said to Quan Ye, "Quan Ye, you are a genius, but you have no musical talent. ”

Quan Ye was very unconvinced, so he asked: "Why, teacher, did I have any notes that I didn't play accurately, or did I make some mistakes, this is absolutely impossible, I have practiced this piece, I dare not say that it is exactly the same as the original, but at least there are eight points." ”

However, the old man shook his head with a smile and said, "No, you are just saying the opposite, you are like, but only two points." ”

"I don't believe it, teacher, you tell me a reason."

"Haha, silly boy, have you ever wondered what kind of mood the composer is talking about this piece?"

Quan Ye said without hesitation, "Full of love, and looking forward to the miracle of love." ”

"That's right."

"That's what I'm feeling, too."

"No, you don't understand."

Kwon Ye was puzzled, but he was not enthusiastic by nature, so he had to stand where he was, looked at his teacher and shook his head, and left.

Of course, he doesn't know it now, but he only vaguely understands it.

Quan Ye slowly came back to his senses, looked at his mother's tombstone in a daze, reached out and touched it, and then said slowly: "She's very ordinary, isn't she, but my son doesn't know why, or ...... I fell in love with her. ”

At the beginning of the grave of his mother, the word "love" that could be said clearly was like a thousand catties at the moment, and he couldn't say anything.

Maybe Kwon Ye can not admit that he has fallen in love with that person, but Kwon Ye doesn't know.

Isn't the look on his face when he said "like" exactly the same as when he asked his mother earlier, when his mother smiled and said she liked white roses?

"Although she has a stubborn temper, as long as she is wrong, she can quickly accept it, and then correct it, although every time it is not timely, I want me to clean up the mess for her, by the way, she is also gentle and open-minded, and her body is full of light, full of hope every day, just like the little sun that can't be defeated, but recently she has been a little sad......"

Quan Ye was babbling, a person who was obviously rare to say anything on weekdays, but now he kept talking, as if he wanted to say it to his mother, but perhaps, it was just for himself.

Suddenly, Quan Ye raised his head and forgot to go down to the sky, and was stabbed by the sun that showed a corner of the sky, and then squinted his eyes and said, "Mother, maybe...... I can see why you love white roses. ”

He went to the cemetery early in the morning, and at some point, the drizzle had stopped, and the warm sun was gradually revealed, and it was emitting a soft light, and that little bit of sunlight was like a golden brocade, shining on the white roses that Quan Ye had dedicated to his mother, which were dripping with water.

"White Rose...... Isn't Zheng Xichen just a white rose? Kwon Ye smiled at the sunlight that was getting brighter, and then lowered his head.

Don't compete with the passionate red roses, nor compete with the iron-clad and arrogant Meilan Zhuju for temperament, nor will she be glamorous, nor will she be obscure, her fragrance and existence always inadvertently come into your heart, and you won't know how she got in.

Maybe it was just because of a breeze, or a beam of sunlight that inadvertently hit the room, Zheng Xichen walked in like this.

No, maybe it's because Zheng Xichen pretended to be calm at night and brought up a cup of coffee that she grinded and brewed with her own hands, which didn't taste good, or because she was a first-time mother with a hint of a little daughter's smile after she picked up Quan Guo.

To say that Zheng Xichen is outstanding, she is not outstanding, but she is not the same as others.

The misfortunes that Zheng Xichen experienced in her early years, those who treated her well, and those who discouraged her, all left a mark on her life, but they did not become an obstacle to her growth.

Zheng Xichen used to be a delicate little princess who was held in the palm of her parents' hands, but the world is impermanent, the world is hot and cold, her mother died, her stepmother was vicious, and her brother treated her badly.

But even if Zheng Xichen is no longer stupid to believe other people's lies casually, she has not become worldly, she has become cold, this world has changed her appearance, but no matter what Zheng Xichen looks like, it is always not an ordinary, worldly appearance.

"Mother, I found the person I liked, and I don't know how long I can like her and what will happen to her in the future, but at least for now, I ...... Loved her a lot. ”

Quan Ye's eyes were a little confused when he looked at the tombstone, but with a little firmness, he took one last look at his mother's photo, put the bouquet of white roses neatly on the tombstone, and then got up and left.

At this time, the sky is bright and the sun is dazzling.

Quan Ye is sure that he does like Zheng Xichen now, but he doesn't know how long this love will last, maybe a year, maybe two years, maybe a lifetime.

This liking may gradually fade, and then slowly disappear, and Zheng Xichen in the future may just be a small stone in the torrent of Quan Ye's life, and it will disappear when Quan Ye counts it carefully.

But maybe this liking will also change, for example, into love.

This is something that Kwon Ye doesn't want to think about and won't think about.