I always feel that my palms are empty, so when I am middle-aged, I always hold a cup of tea or a pen in my hand.

In the first winter after He Mixue's death, the jacaranda tree in front of the villa in the middle of the lake suddenly died, and in the spring of the following year, it did not sprout or bloom.

The housekeeper knew that this jacaranda was specially transported from England by Gu Lao, so he hurriedly invited a doctor from the plant department to come and take a look, and the doctor said that the root has not completely eroded, and it can still be saved, but it will take a few years.

But Gu Lao asked people to cut off the withered jacaranda and said, "Lin, do you know what the flower language of the jacaranda is?" ”

The butler shook his head.

Gu Lao looked up at the withered branches and said in disappointment, "Waiting for love in despair." But now, Mixue is dead, what is the use of this jacaranda I want? ”

That day, Gu Lao stood aside, watching the wooddiggers cut down the dead branches of the jacaranda one by one, and sawed off the main trunk, and with a loud creak, the black trunk of the jacaranda fell to the ground......

Finally, when the workers dug out the roots of the jacaranda and prepared to transport them away, Gu Lao, who had been watching for a long time on the side, but had not spoken, suddenly stopped, folded a long whisker at the root with his own hands, and looked at it stupidly for a long time, "Pro, go and give this one to the carpenter, let them polish it and send it to the blacksmith, let the blacksmith make a hollow iron crutch and seal this whisker inside." ”

"Yes."

So, later, there was the silver crutch that Gu Lao never left his body.

Because when Gu Lao attended some grand occasions such as chamber of commerce cocktail parties, the silver cane never left his body, many business people speculated, saying that this cane was worth a lot of money, and there were rare treasures hidden in it, but the world didn't know that what was hidden in it was just a wooden whisker, a heart that was still waiting in despair......

The sound of crutches was clearer than the sound of footsteps, Gu Lao walked out and saw the housekeeper holding a very old-fashioned and slightly shabby wine jar in his hand, "What are you holding?" ”

"A gift to hold. Do you remember the jacaranda tree? ”

"Yes." Gu Lao was in a complicated mood, and he didn't have much of a mood to guess what the housekeeper was going to say.

"The snow that year was extraordinarily heavy, more than 30 centimeters thick......"

“…… It's a year. It was Mixue who had just returned home, and I still remember how she played the cello in the snow. Could it be that this wine jar has something to do with snow? ”

"It was the snow and the wine from the heavy snowfall that year, and Mrs. Mixue sealed the cleanest snow of the day in this jar and buried it under the jacaranda tree that used to be. There is also the name engraved by Mrs. Mixue and the little young master, and the small guess should be buried by Mrs. Mixue. ”

Gu Lao hurriedly hugged the wine jar and carefully looked at the words on it, some of which were carved crookedly, which should have been carved when the fourth child was a child. The remaining part of the carving is engraved with a round tone, and the strokes are clear, which should be carved by Mixue. "This must have been left by the snow, it must be!"

Seeing Gu Lao's happy appearance, the housekeeper took a few steps back, lowered his head slightly, and his mood became even heavier.

All night, Gu Lao was very happy after getting this wine jar, saying that it was a gift left by Mi Xue.

When it was close to midnight, Gu Yanjiao went up with a bowl of bird's nest porridge, and happened to meet Gu Lao smiling at the wine jar on the balcony.

"Dad, you haven't eaten all day, how can your body stand it, let's eat something." Saying that, Gu Yanjiao sat opposite Gu Lao, put the bird's nest in the cup into a small bowl with her own hands, put a celadon spoon, and brought it to Gu Lao, "Eat some." ”

Gu Yanjiao was wearing an apricot pink Korean short skirt, which was illuminated by the balcony lights and turned orange-red, but it echoed the color of the wine jar, and the more Gu Yanjiao looked at this jar, the more familiar she became, "Dad, is this a flower bar?" ”

"What?" Gu Lao keenly caught the doubts on Jiao'er's face, Jiao'er seemed to know something? Before Jiao'er could react, she asked, "How do you know it's flower wine?" ”

Among the acquaintances I know, only one person can make flower wine. Could it be that this was done by his father Gu Tingdong?

"This is what I saw Aunt Xue buried under the jacaranda tree with my fourth brother."

That year, the seven-year-old fourth brother followed Aunt Xue to Gu Mansion for the first time, and the fourth brother was very happy when he saw his father for the first time.

But suddenly one day, the seven-year-old fourth brother secretly hid in the corner crying, and was found by Aunt Xue, the fourth brother said that his father didn't like him, and he was very sad.

Thinking of this, Gu Yanjiao smiled, and now that she thinks about it, she finally understands why the beloved fourth brother is crying, the fourth brother is not his father's own son, so his father's love for the fourth brother is just to show Aunt Xue.

In order to prevent the seven-year-old fourth brother from crying sadly, Aunt Xue told the fourth brother that she could give a gift to her father, so that her father would like the fourth brother. The seven-year-old fourth brother cried with red eyes, and said with sobs: "But what does Dad like?" ”

"Wine!" At that time, he was bullied by the servants, and was taken in by Aunt Xue and lived together in the villa in the middle of the lake. "Fourth brother, our dad likes to drink the most, before you came, dad had to drink every day~ After drinking, dad will talk a lot and laugh happily~"

I still remember that Aunt Xue was stunned after hearing it.

The seven-year-old fourth brother burst into tears and laughed, "Mom, the flower wine you brew is the best, you teach me to make wine~ I want to give it to Dad~"

Aunt Xue, who cherished her son, agreed, so she collected many kinds of flowers in the garden, and used the snow water from the first snow to make a jar of flower wine, and the mother and son buried the flower wine deep under the jacaranda tree.

It is said that it will be drunk in another spring, summer, autumn and winter.

It's a pity that the spring, summer, autumn and winter have not yet passed, and Aunt Xue has left the fourth brother forever, and after a long time, it is estimated that the fourth brother has forgotten the gift that he carefully prepared for his father back then~

Gu Lao stretched out his hand to tear off the thick oiled paper that sealed the mouth of the altar, and a mellow smell of wine permeated the tips of his lips, teeth and nose, and he was drunk before drinking!

Gu Yanjiao didn't tell the truth, after all, so many years have passed. Seeing his father's unforgettable appearance, he couldn't bear to break his joy, and he didn't lie, but he just covered up part of the matter.

Jiao'er walked out with a tray, and as soon as she went out, someone came to hand it over.

It's strange, how did the jar that disappeared for many years appear when Dad misses Aunt Xue the most......

Walking on the corridor, the smart Jiao'er vaguely sensed a trace of uneasiness, why are there so few people on duty tonight?

Why do you always feel something?