Movie King Dad, your daughter came to you from the countryside.

Chapter 410 Overestimated
"Crack-"

A bolt of lightning pierced the sky in the distance.

The rolling thundercloud was close at hand, making a low rumble.

Jing Xiyue held an umbrella and walked slowly up from the bottom of the mountain.

Today’s destination is Tantai Temple on the mountain in the suburbs of Beijing.

Some time ago, Jing Xiyue's grandmother passed away. She was 107 years old and passed away.

After Jing Xiyue's mother said goodbye to her, she moved to Tantai Temple for a short stay to pray for her to be saved.

He didn't have deep feelings for his grandmother, after all, they didn't meet her often.

But when his mother was a girl, she would go to live with her grandmother for a month or two every year, and the relationship was very good.

Now that the old lady is gone, she has always been missed.

As we were about to reach the top of the mountain, cool raindrops fell.

He opened the umbrella calmly and could already vaguely see the treetops on the top of the mountain.

At this time, a slender figure came down from the mountain.

The other party was wearing a retro floral dress, holding an oil-paper umbrella with a green bamboo cover, and her long hair was neatly tied into a bun behind her head. At a glance, she looked particularly artistic.

A few steps away from each other, the woman was slightly startled when she realized it was Jing Xiyue.

"Mr. Jing."

She didn't expect to meet each other here.

I remember the last time we met was probably a year and a half ago.

"Miss Yan." Jing Xiyue nodded slightly and passed by without paying much attention to the other party.

Yan Yanqian looked back at the man's back, wearing a black shirt and trousers of the same color, with a suit jacket on his elbows. He was tall and tall.

There was a hint of sourness in her heart.

At any rate, there was a time before, how could he be so heartless.

"Did Mr. Jing come to Tantai Temple to seek marriage?" she asked involuntarily.

Then he lowered his eyes slightly in annoyance and bit his pink lips.

He was already so indifferent, so why should he rush forward?

Jing Xiyue paused slightly, then raised his head again, and left without answering the other party's question.

Yan Yancheng had talked with him for some time before.

Jing Xiyue himself does not insist on marriage. When they get along with each other to a certain stage, he will naturally propose.

Yan Yanqian's job is as a screenwriter and she was born in the south.

The two met at a friend's party.

After getting along for a year, Yan Yanqian discussed the topic of marriage with him because of his age.

The first thing to say is, "Do you want to marry me? If you don't get married, don't delay each other."

If it were a normal question about marriage, Jing Xiyue would definitely consider it seriously.

It's just that her words don't sound very nice, and Jing Xiyue is not the kind of person who is too rational.

At that time, he just said "I won't delay you any longer" and left.

Since then, the two have not seen each other again.

The capital is not big, and it seems that you can reach it just around the corner.

But Beijing is a big city, and even if you live in a community, you may not be able to meet them.

Yan Yan's eyes were a little blurry.

She knew it wasn't the moisture from the rain.

"Jing Xiyue, is there no chance for us?" she asked the man walking away loudly.

Unfortunately, there was still no reply from the other party.

Tears still fell.

She removed her umbrella and let the heavy rain fall on her body, hoping to cover up her current embarrassment.

"I overestimated my position in your heart after all." She murmured.Jingxi Yue does not believe in Buddhism.

When I arrived at Tantai Temple, I went to the front hall to burn incense, and then went to the back to find my mother.

"Here we come!" An intellectual and gentle young woman saw her and stood up, "Auntie, I'm leaving first."

Li Qingyao stood up and said, "Let Xiyue take you down the mountain."

"No, it's fine for me to be alone." Rong Mian waved her hand and refused, "I'll come see you when I have time in the future."

Rong Mian is the only girl of this generation of the Rong family and spends most of her time abroad.

This time my great-grandmother passed away, so I hurried back.

"Are you leaving?" Jing Xiyue asked.

Rong Mian shook his head, "If we leave at the end of the month, grandpa will not be in good spirits."

The mother and son sent Rong Mian to the front and watched until no one could see him before returning to the bamboo house.

"Your uncle's health is not in good shape either. Go and see him more often when you have time." Li Qingyao poured a cup of tea for his son and picked it up himself, "As you get older, we also get older. Get old."

Jing Xiyue asked, "Auntie and grandma are still alive?"

Li Qingyao glanced sideways at her son, "What nonsense are you talking about? You didn't attend her funeral."

"Oh, even if she dies, I won't participate." Jing Xiyue disliked this aunt very much.

There is no grudge against him, it's just that his mother once had a lot of yin and yang.

Probably the grandmother treated my mother better than the two cousins ​​back then, which made the aunt and uncle very displeased.

Despite his gentle and peaceful attitude on the surface, he really thought he could hide the emotions he revealed inadvertently from everyone.

Li Qingyao knew his son's temper so well that he didn't say anything else.

He only targeted that aunt and uncle, and got along well with the rest of the Rong family.

She also knew that her son felt sorry for her, so be it.

"Are there many people in the front hall?" When they saw Rong Mian off just now, they took the outside road.

"When I came here, there were 30 or [-] people. It was raining so hard that we couldn't leave for a while." He drank half a cup of tea and asked, "How long will Mom stay here?"

"A week." Li Qingyao gave an approximate time, "Don't let your dad run away. I have to listen to the host's sermon with others during the day, and your dad can't sit still."

Jing Xiyue nodded to express his understanding, "Just listen, don't believe it."

"You are the only one who talks a lot." Li Qingyao smiled and pointed her finger at her son, "Your mother-in-law believes in Buddhism, but I don't."

She was just using her own way to say goodbye to the respected elder.

"It's time to talk about you, why aren't you in a hurry? Feng Zhan already has three children." It's very common to urge marriage.

Jing Xiyue felt his head start to hurt.

Since I just arrived, I can't leave right away.

"Mom, it's not appropriate for you to urge me to get married right after my mother-in-law leaves."

"What's inappropriate about this? I just want you to fall in love, but I don't want you to get married right away." Li Qingyao had her own reasons. "No matter what your origin, as long as the elders in the family are innocent and harmonious, Mom will have nothing to say."

This condition is not too picky.

An unclear family background will affect the public examination.

Her son is not taking the public examination and is engaged in business, but what if in the future her grandchildren want to take the public examination but fail the political examination?

"Your Aunt Chu's daughter is divorced." Li Qingyao changed the subject inadvertently.

Jing Xiyue secretly breathed a sigh of relief, "Why, no, who is Aunt Chu?"

As long as he doesn't rush to get married, he can accompany his mother to gossip about everything.

"My classmate, we went to the hotel for New Year's Eve dinner last New Year's Eve, and we had the chubby Aunt Chu at the table next to us."

Jing Xiyue recalled, "The one with the red lips?"

Li Qingyao didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but nodded, "That's her. It won't hurt you if she wears red lips."

"Oh!" Jing Xiyue was deeply impressed.

That was a fat aunt who wished she could be covered in gold.

(End of this chapter)