Zheng Xichen glanced at the housekeeper gratefully, and his eyes slowly became firm.

After years of hard work, Zheng Xichen has always believed that he is stronger than many people, more mature in mind, and will not panic when encountering things.

But what are you doing now?

Panic, low self-esteem, helplessness and jealousy, these sad gains and losses and selfish thoughts like a resentful woman, is it really the Zheng Xichen who can be proud of himself?

No, didn't her mother give her the name Zheng Xichen, just to make her like the sun and not give up, full of vigor and vitality? How is she different from the losers she once looked down on who were oppressed by fate and then gave up.

She is Zheng Xichen, and after she married Quan Ye, she is the rightful Mrs. Quan, and she is no longer the little nanny who can only watch Quan Ye laugh with other women, and has no courage and position to stop it.

Maybe it's because Quan Ye is so good that Zheng Xichen suffers so much and is so unconfident.

She is now the official wife of Quan Ye, why is she so humble, thinking about how to give up her husband?

This is not Zheng Xichen at all.

Zheng Xichen used to cheer for her own growth, but after meeting Quan Ye, she seemed to have become the pampered little princess again, and she couldn't stand the slightest grievance, but how could such a Zheng Xichen be the likable Zheng Xichen?

So she couldn't go on like this, jealousy and sadness brought her nothing but disappointment and accidents, so why should she continue to indulge in this emotion.

After figuring out the reason for the matter, Zheng Xichen smiled brightly, his bright pupils flashed with sparkling light, looking at the dusk outside, a little relieved.

At this moment, Kwon Guo also changed his clothes and came out.

"Mom, let's go." Quan Guo walked over with a smile and took Zheng Xichen's hand.

"yes, okay." Zheng Xichen touched Quan Guo's head and smiled, and then she said to the housekeeper: "Butler, I will take Quan Guo out to play." ”

"Well, Miss Xichen, be sure to come back early."

"Okay, I will," Zheng Xichen greeted the housekeeper and walked out with Quan Guo in tow.

The housekeeper looked at the sky outside worriedly, thought for a while, and still found Quan Ye's study.

Kwon Ye was leaning back in his chair, holding his forehead with his hands in annoyance, thinking about the problem.

Some people say that IQ and EQ cannot be both, and Quan Ye is obviously such a person.

Since he was a child, his family environment has only one solution to these emotions, and that is to control them, and nothing else.

Quan Ye's mother is a more emotional strong woman, and her short life has been all given to her husband and her job, but she has nothing to say about her son.

Even if she left later, she just entrusted Quan Ye to the housekeeper, and then just left him three indifferent and unwarm words, I'm sorry.

She did not fulfill the responsibilities and obligations of a mother, teaching her son to experience life, to love someone, to feel the beauty of this world, she just taught him one thing, that is, to make a living.

But making a living is not life, or rather not the whole of life.

Quan Ye also wanted to love, and he also tried, that is Yan Yi.

Yan Yi is very good, she is both beautiful and proud, she is the most beautiful lady of the family in the capital, her piano has also reached a very high level, and her temperament is also ice and snow smart, she is a goddess-level figure that the gentlemen in the capital at that time competed for, and Quan Ye also felt that Yan Yi was very good.

He tried to get close to her, and he did get close, and at that time, Quan Ye felt that Yan Yi was the most suitable person for him, beautiful and proud, and generous to people, rational about things, and knew art and finance.

At that time, he always went to see those art exhibitions and concerts with Yan Yi, but when Quan Ye felt that they could get married, Yan Yi left.

It was precisely because of Yan Yi's departure that Quan Ye felt unwilling, the young man at that time was always high-spirited, he didn't think there was anyone better than him, even if he was in a foreign country, but Yan Yi still left.

When Kwon Ye went to his mother's grave to pay his respects, he once told his mother, "I have found the one I love." ”

And after Quan Ye finished saying this, he felt relieved.

At this time, he was stopped by the housekeeper, "Did you really find it?" ”

Quan Ye replied very firmly: "Yes, I found it, what my mother asked me to learn, it doesn't seem to be a big deal, it's just an emotion, and what is the difference between anger, jealousy, and grievance." ”

Love is not necessary in Kwon Ye's eyes, it is just an emotion that his mother has made him learn.

He never knew why his mother wanted him to learn how to love, what does love do, what can love do? Quan Ye didn't know, he went to check the information.

The book says that love is a bond, a responsibility, and a ...... Many, many explanations are not enough to answer Kwon Ye's question.

What is love?

And why should he learn to love?

No one had ever told Kwon Ye, so he asked the housekeeper he trusted the most since he was a child.

The housekeeper just smiled and said to him, "Love, not something that can be learned, is something that can be felt, and when you find the person you love, the kind of emotion that is about to come out and can't be suppressed in your heart is love." ”

However, Kwon Ye still doesn't know what to say.

Is love not to suppress one's emotions, or is love to let one's emotions go?

As the heir of the right family, Quan Ye has learned how to suppress his own nature, how to control his emotions, joy and anger are invisible, and Taishan collapses in front of him without changing his color.

Do you have to forget what you have learned before in order to learn how to love?

Kwon Ye scratched his head irritably.

At this moment, a gust of evening wind blew in, and Quan Ye smelled a faint fragrance, so he raised his head slightly, and suddenly saw a large bouquet of white roses on the cabinet near the study window.

It's almost past the flowering of the white roses, but the petals of this bouquet of roses are still full and strong, as if they were just blooming.

However, it was clear that this was a white rose specially cultivated by the housekeeper, which cost a lot of money, just to ensure that fresh white roses could be replaced every week.

This is the rule left by Kwon Ye's mother.

Her favorite flower in her life is white roses, and the Quan family is not without money, so she hired someone to build a flower field with only white roses for her, and she likes to go to see that flower field when she is fine.

Later, after her death, the flower field was not abandoned, and Quan Ye did not care about it, and the housekeeper always asked someone to take care of the flower field, and it is the same now.

Kwon Ye once went to see this flower field when he was bored, and the large white roses were naturally not pretty, so it was all bushed one by one, with a gravel path in the middle, and a wooden fence next to the flowers.

He actually couldn't understand what these white roses looked good at, flowers were flowers, nothing special.

But his mother was very fond of it.

She once said, "Other people's likes are just plum orchids, bamboo chrysanthemums, lotus peonies, and among these flowers, there is naturally no lack of high-quality paintings, but white roses are particularly different." ”

Quan Ye asked, "Why is it different?" ”

His mother thought for a moment before replying, "If there is anything different, I can't say, white roses are not as passionate as red roses, nor as noble and fragrant as magnolia lilies, they do not have a rich floral fragrance, if you want to smell the fragrance of white roses, you can only put the flowers in front of the window, so that when the wind blows, you can smell the faint fragrance." It's just not intense. ”

Quan Ye was even more puzzled when he heard this, "In that case, why do you still like white roses." ”

His mother laughed.

"Maybe it's because it's gentle, it's not as beautiful as other flowers, it's there, as if it's just for people to admire, it's beautiful, but it doesn't burn people's eyes, and its presence doesn't make people pay too much attention to it, and it doesn't make people ignore it."

Quan Ye nodded as if he didn't understand.

After marrying Zheng Xichen, Quan Ye once went to his mother's grave again.

Quan Ye recalled the scene at that time, and his heart was a little dazed.

Kwon Ye's mother is the majority shareholder of Kwon Ye's company, so her grave is naturally perfect.

In the most expensive suburb of the capital, there is a large orderly grove of precious trees, and the scenery changes every time you are separated by a small area.

This is the most expensive cemetery in the capital, where land is at a premium, and Quan Ye's father and mother are in the center of the area.

Quan Ye offered a bouquet of white roses to his mother, and then slowly squatted down and carefully wiped his mother's tombstone with a handkerchief.

Above the tombstone is a beautiful woman, the years do not seem to have left any mark on her face, she is still as charming as a young woman in her twenties, exuding an intellectual light.

When Quan Ye stood here, he and her were not like a mother and son, but more like a pair of sisters and brothers.

The water vapor on the clouds condensed into small droplets, which fell from the sky drop by drop, dripping on the land, wetting the low bushes next to it, and the rain slid down the white petals drop by drop, staying on the ground for a while, and then slowly seeping into the ground.

And the well-decorated bouquet of white roses brought by Quan Ye was gradually soaked, and when the breeze blew, the heavy flowers only trembled slightly, and only the leaves were gently swaying with the wind, silently.