On December nights, in rooms without heating and air conditioning, the overall temperature is low because the windows are opened for ventilation.
Zhang Cuilan tightened her jacket tightly to make sure it was airtight, then she took the thermos cup containing hot tea and started twisting it.
As I get older, my physical fitness in all aspects is not as good as before.
In recent years, Zhang Cuilan has obviously found that she can't help but feel cold more and more. As long as the weather gets a little colder, she can't wait to put on cotton-padded clothes and trousers.
Holding the brand new thermos cup in his hand, he unscrewed the cap and brought the mouth of the cup to his mouth. He blew in several times and then took a small sip.
The heat flowed down the throat, and the body became warmer.
The door was pushed open.
The people who came in from outside the house saw this scene and walked towards the cabinet as if gossiping, muttering a few words.
"Sister Zhang, this cup of yours is very nice. Did you buy it new?"
"this?"
Hearing her colleague's question, Zhang Cuilan raised the hand holding the cup, and then a smile appeared on her wrinkled face.
"I'm not willing to buy such a new cup. The young man from my neighbor gave it to me."
"The neighbor...oh, it's the young man you often mention."
The woman in the same room was stunned at first. After she recovered, she recalled the person Zhang Cuilan mentioned during previous chats.
After all, ever since they started communicating with Liu Weicheng, Zhang Cuilan and Zhao Xuanying have received constant attention from Liu Weicheng.
A few days ago, the other party went on a business trip, and when he came back, he made a special trip to visit him.
At first, she thought it was not appropriate to accept the thermos cup, but Liu Weicheng said that he received it for free from participating in an exhibition. It was only after hearing this excuse that Zhang Cuilan chose to accept it.
The weather is getting colder, and a cup that can preserve the temperature of tea for a long time is indeed much better than the teacup she brought before.
When the topic came to Liu Weicheng, Zhang Cuilan couldn't stop talking.
Compare your heart to your heart.
The other party's help made it impossible for her, an elderly person, to forget it easily.
Looking down at the thermos cup in her hand, Zhang Cuilan paused for a few seconds before letting out a sigh.
"It's a pity that for such an outstanding child, my child couldn't grasp it."
"What do you mean?"
"What does it mean? The young man is only 21 this year. He has a successful career and is capable. I had always wanted to match him up with my granddaughter. Alas... the little girl is thin-skinned and slow in thinking."
Speaking of this, Zhang Cuilan seemed to feel a pity. She screwed the thermos cup in her hand back on and put it aside.
He lowered his head and sighed again.
"It's better now. I have a partner, and I have no chance."
"How old is your child? Isn't he just in high school? Why are you considering going so far away?"
"Then...then I'll be old in a few years. It's hard to find a good-hearted and capable man now."
The incident between Liu Weicheng and Zhao Xuanying has always been a regret in Zhang Cuilan's heart.
She had been secretly observing the two of them when they first met. She originally felt that the atmosphere was already in place, and Liu Weicheng had promised her that they would be together after her granddaughter graduated from high school.
But who would have thought that a man named Lin would come out halfway through the battle.
Although I haven't had much contact with Lin Nianwei and Zhang Cuilan, judging from the few times I've met them, they are indeed very beautiful girls.
Besides, emotional matters cannot be forced.
Since I missed it, I have no other thoughts except regret.
Although Liu Weicheng has little contact with his granddaughter today, the two families are still neighbors after all, and they still have to move around as they should.
The other party can be regarded as taking good care of his two grandsons. Unknowingly, Zhang Cuilan has regarded Liu Weicheng as her second grandson.
After chatting for a while, I didn’t have much work to do today, so I could get off work and go home before nine o’clock.
After changing her clothes, Zhang Cuilan also carried a bag and said goodbye to the others.
Step out of the housekeeping company door.
After turning the corner and walking a few steps, a figure appeared in front of her.
This forced the somewhat hunched Zhang Cuilan to look up. When she saw the man standing in front of her, her wrinkled face was full of doubts.
Without saying anything, he walked aside and prepared to leave.
"Excuse me, are you Zhang Cuilan, Ms. Zhang?"
The voice of inquiry rang in her ears, and she stopped after taking two steps.
He didn't respond immediately, but turned around and looked at the middle-aged man in a suit and tie in front of him.
"Who are you?"
"Hello, I am Chen Shikun."
His attitude was very kind. After hearing Zhang Cuilan's inquiry, Chen Shikun stepped forward without any hesitation and put his hand into his arms.
When he took his hand out again, a photo that looked a little older appeared in his hand.
He handed it forward and showed Zhang Cuilan the front of the photo.
Some veteran actors looked at the photo. After a few seconds, Zhang Cuilan saw the figure in the photo.
Just for a moment, his eyes widened in shock.
In my ears, the question from the man named Chen Shikun came.
"Do you have any impression of the person in the photo?"
"..."
Zhang Cuilan did not answer immediately.
Instead, he stared at the photo in the other person's hand and the figure in the photo.
The setting in the photo is very monotonous, with one chair and one person.
The woman was dressed simply, perhaps because it was her first time in a photo studio, as if she had never had a photo taken before, her smile looked unnatural, her face was tense but she was looking to the left.
She seemed to be looking at the person who reassured her.
Zhang Cuilan looked at this photo and gradually became a little absent-minded.
Nothing more.
The woman in the photo looked so familiar, and it had always left a deep impression on her.
In addition... now, I see children who look very similar to her when I go home every day.
Zhao Xuanying’s biological mother.
Time seemed to have stopped at this moment.
After an unknown amount of time, Zhang Cuilan looked away from the photo and turned to look at the middle-aged man who appeared in front of her.
Look at the appearance of the man in front of you.
In my heart... I already have an answer to some extent.
His originally good mood suddenly felt as if he had fallen into a hole in the ice, and he closed his mouth tightly without making any sound.
After a long time, he asked.
"What's your relationship with her?"
"she……"
Zhang Cuilan's words reached his ears, and Chen Shikun also breathed a sigh of relief.
This sentence has proved that the old woman in front of me does know the woman in the photo.
It also proved from the other side that the girl named Zhao Xuanying who was very similar to her... was indeed her child.
After putting the photo back into his arms and putting it away properly, Chen Shikun faced Zhang Cuilan.
It seemed like there was some hesitation, but also like there was some nostalgia.
After saying this, she became silent for a long time. After more than ten seconds, she spoke with relief.