She took out the jade pendant and took a closer look under the lamp. She saw that the front of the jade pendant was engraved with a boy holding a carp, and the back was engraved with the words "deep love will not last long, but wisdom will be hurt".
"Thank you, Auntie." Jiang Zimo smiled slightly, thinking that this thing is really rare. Such a water color looks like a priceless product. Perhaps Madam Murong dug out all the treasures she had packed at the bottom of the box.
It's a pity that I came in a hurry today and didn't prepare any gifts.
Then Jiang Zimo thought of the emerald bracelet that she had taken off and put in the jewelry box. Now it was not that she was afraid to face the token of love he gave her, but... whenever she saw that bracelet, she
My heart can't help but throbbing in waves.
Bai Yanbing... On this cold New Year's Eve, I wonder what he is doing now? Is there a new beautiful woman around him? Or, the call last night was just a whim of his, or is he just like her in his heart?
Usually there is a kind of unspeakable nostalgia, but you can only watch this relationship disappear like water, destined to be irreversible?
Just as she was meditating, a burst of firecrackers happened to sound in the yard. Then a servant ran in and said to Madam Murong: "The master is back."
Mrs. Murong nodded and asked people to rush to the hall to prepare for the incense burning and New Year's Eve dinner.
Jiang Zimo and Zhou's mother held Mrs. Murong's wheelchair on both sides and carefully pushed it towards the hall.
Murong Qingzhen winked at Jiang Zimo, and he walked quickly, thinking he would go over and say hello to his father first.
Because it was the Chinese New Year, all the floors in the house were newly covered with thick wool carpets. Mrs. Murong's wheelchair and the footsteps of several people walking on it made no sound. Jiang Zimo whispered to Mrs. Murong.
As he said this, he observed the path leading to the ancestral hall.
Unexpectedly, when I arrived at the entrance of the ancestral hall, I heard the quarrel between the Murong father and son again.
Murong Qingzhen's voice was filled with uncontrollable anger and dissatisfaction. He tried his best to lower his voice, but it still drifted into Jiang Zimo's ears in the direction of the north wind.
"I have already said that she cannot be allowed to celebrate the New Year at our house. Now do you want me as your son to openly deny you face?"
"Bastard! When was it your turn to speak in this family? I'm not dead yet, and you want to seize power so soon?"
Murong Qingzhen was extremely angry and gritted his teeth and said: "Do you think I care about this family? If my mother hadn't refused to go abroad with me, I wouldn't have come back at all. I don't want to argue with you about these issues now. Anyway, I'll wait for someone later.
It must be sent away."
"you……".
Madam Murong also heard the conversation inside. She looked at Jiang Zimo's face and saw that she just looked confused, so she quickly raised her voice and said, "Qingzhen, are you not ready for the incense, candles and other things that will be needed soon? Or is it something?"
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The arguing inside stopped abruptly, and when Murong Qingzhen walked out of the ancestral hall, he was as calm as before, but the look in Jiang Zimo's eyes seemed a little guilty.
He said: "It's nothing, everything has been taken care of. Ah Zi, you are not feeling well, I will take care of these things. You just need to burn incense and salute with me in a while."
Jiang Zimo nodded and sneered in his heart, secretly thinking that he was still a close relative of flesh and blood. From this look, he might not really know about the things his father did. However, even so, he would still stand by his parents' side.