I'm a world apart from you

Chapter 3 A Good Chess Game
The heavy snowfall in City A has been falling intermittently for several days, and it didn't stop until late last night. Looking out from the window, there was a thick layer of snow, and under the misty sunlight, it shone with dazzling silver light.

It was windy outside, bitter and cold.

Aunt Xin stood in front of the kitchen counter, choosing dishes with Wen Ge, looked up at the silver-clad world outside the window for a while, and sighed softly: "This snow will definitely have to fall."

Wen Ge followed Aunt Xin's gaze and looked out the window.

It was only after three o'clock in the afternoon, and the sky became dark. The strong wind blew past, the withered and yellow branches shook violently, and the snow was shaken off and scattered in all directions with the wind.

Wen Ge was in a trance when he suddenly heard a loud bang from the living room, as if something had been thrown to the ground.

Aunt Xin frowned, and patted the back of Wen Ge's hand comfortingly: "Wait here, I'll be back later."

Wen Ge nodded, watched Aunt Xin go out, then lowered her eyes and continued to choose dishes.

The closer it is to New Year's Eve, the worse Mr. Wen's mood is. He often keeps himself bored in the study, sitting for a whole day, and even has to be urged by Aunt Xin four times to eat before he goes downstairs to deal with a few mouthfuls.

The Wen family began to decline a few years ago, leaving only four grandchildren, Cheng Huan.People always feel lonely when they get old, and the four grandchildren are not around on weekdays. The old man is looking forward to the New Year, and everyone can come back and get together.Wen Jing, who spent the Spring Festival in the army in previous years, is back this time, but the other three have not been seen until now.

Wen Shaoyuan is busy with his fledgling hotel business, so he rarely has free time and spends time at school, so he rarely sees him a few times throughout the year; Wen Jingfan said that the school arranged for him to go to the United States for exchange and study for three months, and he will not be able to come back this year Wen Jingran would rather stay in S city alone than come back.

When Mr. Wen got angry, Aunt Xin was most worried about him.

Aunt Xin and the deceased Mrs. Wen are cousins. Aunt Xin came to Wen's house to help when Mrs. Wen was still alive.She is good at cooking, careful in housekeeping, and alone with no worries, she lives and eats at Wen's house. Even though Old Mrs. Wen passed away, she did not leave.If the Wen family can still make Mr. Wen subdued and obedient, only Aunt Xin is the only one.

Not long after, Aunt Xin packed up the broken glass and came back, holding a yellowed and somewhat worn-out notebook in her hand and handing it to Wen Ge: "Aunt Xin didn't take school seriously when she was young, and went home to embroider after a few years of study. , I know very few characters. Please help me find Shaoyuan's mobile phone number."

Just as Wen Ge's finger touched the small notebook, he was startled when he heard the name Aunt Xin said: "I want to call..."

I don't know why the word "little uncle" seems to be stuck in my throat, and I can't say it.

Fortunately, Aunt Xin didn't notice it: "Yes, if you find it, call and ask your uncle to come back tomorrow. It's New Year's Eve, and it's nothing like not coming back."

Wen Ge let out an oh, and took the notebook, but her fingers trembled slightly.

She was lying on the arm of the soft sofa, next to an old-fashioned dial-up telephone. After checking and dialing each number accurately, she held the receiver and waited quietly for the other party to connect. She actually felt sweaty and chilly in her palms.

Beep, beep... After the busy tone, there was a brief sound of the phone being picked up, and then his deep voice sounded: "Hello?"

Wen Ge had already thought about what to say, but suddenly connected, and heard his voice unpreparedly, her mind went blank, holding the receiver blankly, completely unable to remember what she wanted to say.

Probably because he didn't hear the other party's response, he glanced at the caller ID, paused for a moment, and said with a smile in his voice, "Aunt Xin?"

"No, it's not..." Wen Ge finally came to his senses, "I am Wen Ge."

Wen Shaoyuan fell silent immediately, and responded after a while: "It's you?"

Wen Ge hummed, and then regained his senses: "Aunt Xin asked me to call you..."

Wen Shaoyuan had obviously guessed the reason, and said in a deep voice, "I know."

Wen Ge sighed, and was about to ask "what do you know", but when he changed the subject, he asked naturally, "Are you used to living here?"

"It's okay." Wen Ge's throat was a little dry, and the fingers holding the receiver unconsciously tightened, and asked, "Then are you coming back tomorrow?"

"Not necessarily." He didn't explain, and kept silent on both ends of the phone with her. After a long time, he hummed and said, "It's not sure whether I will go back on New Year's Eve. I will go back after the year. If there is nothing to do during this time If so, you can go to my room and find some books to read."

Wen Ge let out an ah, and hurriedly asked, "Is it okay?"

Wen Shaoyuan couldn't help curling his lips at her obviously excited voice, and hummed in a low voice.

After hanging up the phone, Wen Ge's mood still hasn't calmed down, seeing no one around, he secretly laughed.

Jiang Junyu and Wen Jing went out early in the morning and didn't come back until late at night.

Wen Ge went upstairs and found that the lights were still on in Wen Ge's room. Wen Jing looked at the time, it was past ten o'clock, Wen Ge had already rested at this time.

"Go and see."

Opening the door, under the bright light, Wen Ge was sitting at the desk with a book on his elbow, looking back at them.Her face was obviously a bit tired, but her dark eyes were surprisingly bright, as if there was a stream of light passing by.

Wen Jing opened the door and came in, glanced at her, and asked gently, "Why aren't you sleeping?"

"Reading." Wen Ge picked up the book and handed it to him, "I got it from... my uncle's room."

Wen Jing glanced at the book, his originally stretched brows frowned suddenly when he heard the next sentence, he raised his eyes to stare at her, with a bit of reproach in his eyes, obviously disapproving of her actions.

Wen Ge quickly explained: "When Aunt Xin asked me to call Uncle in the afternoon, Uncle said it himself."

After saying that, Wen Jing's brows did not loosen, but frowned even tighter.

At this time, Jiang Junyu chuckled lightly, put his fingertips on his forehead, and said with a smile: "Shaoyuan never let people touch his things, except for Wenge."

ah?Is it an exception?

Lunar New Year's eve.

Early in the morning, Jiang Junyu came to wake Wen Ge up.

Opening the curtains, sunlight came in from the window, Wen Ge couldn't help but raise his hands to cover his eyes, and when he got used to the light and looked out the window, he realized that it was snowing again, and the snowflakes fluttered gently like catkins, the whole The world has put on new silver and white clothes, and there is a bit of a cold winter atmosphere.

Mr. Wen was in a good mood today. He brought Wen Ge, hummed a little song, and went for a walk in the back garden.

When passing under a tree, a gust of wind blew off the snow on the branches, and it all fell on Mr. Wen's shoulders.Old Man Wen was not annoyed, he turned his head to look at the quiet Wen Ge with a smile, and suddenly asked, "Wen Ge, tell Grandpa, what is your name Wen Jing?"

Wen Ge was taken aback.

Although Mr. Wen's gaze was gentle, there was a hint of sharpness in his gaze. He looked at her, waiting for her answer.

She rarely called Wen Jing, and the only few times she called him "Uncle".

At this time, under the eyes of old man Wen, Wen Ge felt as if someone had strangled his throat, and then he was lifted to a high altitude, gradually unable to breathe.

There were many thoughts in her chaotic mind, and she slowly clenched her fingers hanging under her sleeves. After struggling with her thoughts for a long time, she pursed her lips and replied loudly, "My name is Wen Jing'Papa."

Mr. Wen raised his eyebrows slightly, expecting this answer.

He turned around and continued walking, but very slowly.

The oppressive feeling of being stared at just now dissipated without a trace, Wen Ge felt a little bit on the ground, and suddenly understood that the question he asked just now was just for this answer.

Sure enough, Mr. Wen's next question was: "If your father gave you another brother or sister, would you like it?"

Although he didn't like Wen Jing's adopted daughter who appeared out of nowhere, he wouldn't say to this innocent and somewhat pitiful child, "You are just adopted by our Wen family, and you have no blood relationship. You should understand that this means What?" After all, when accepting her, he also decided to treat her as a member of the Wen family, but all of these were based on the fact that she must be well-behaved and sensible.In his heart, if there is no blood relationship, naturally he can't be pampered, he can only be treated kindly.

This question is obviously easier to answer than the previous one.

Wen Ge lowered his eyes: "Of course I like it. Dad adopted me, and I'm already very grateful."

Mr. Wen was very satisfied with this answer: "Let's go, it's snowing heavily."

Wen Ge hummed, clenched his fist hanging under his sleeve more and more, the dull pain in his heart couldn't be suppressed, it spread gradually—it was always different.

Mr. Wen's acceptance is more like a compromise, and her role in it is like a random pawn on the chessboard, without the importance of deciding whether to live or die, and she doesn't need to have too many thoughts of her own, because in the game In the chessboard limited by the player, it is best not to lose control.

Wen Ge didn't tell anyone about this conversation with the old man.

Near noon, the sky became more and more gloomy, and the snow seemed to be falling endlessly, and the snow had already covered the ankles.Few people walked around in the villa area, and the white snow was crystal clear, spreading all the way to the end of the road.

"The winter in City A is like this. Once it snows, it won't stop. We will have to wait until next spring, when the weather gets warmer..." Aunt Xin was talking nonchalantly, Jianwenge kept looking outside the house, smiled, bowed her head and continued knitting.

After eating at noon, Wen Ge was about to go back to his room to read a book. When he passed the study, through the crack of the door that was not closed, he saw old man Wen with a livid face and a look of sullen anger.

For some reason, Wen Ge had a faint feeling of something bad, sprouting from the soles of her feet, gradually pulling out branches and leaves, all the way up, tightly wrapped around her heart.

Wen Ge stood against the wall for a while, did not hear any movement in the study, and was about to quietly go back to the room, the silence in the study was finally broken, only to hear the old man's voice was deep, obviously very displeased and asked: "Work, work, and take Work is used as an excuse. Wen Jing is messing around, Jun Yu, are you also messing around? Do you think you are still young? The profession is so dangerous, how can something go wrong? Although I am an old bone, I can still support you. What did you say when you brought that child Wen Ge back? What you adopted is not as good as your own."

Wen Jing's originally indifferent expression suddenly tightened: "Grandpa, don't say such things again."

"Don't say it again?" The old man snorted coldly, and the teacup in his hand dropped heavily on the desk, making a loud noise, "Not only did I say it, but I also asked it in front of that child."

Wen Jing couldn't believe it, but the old man's confession in this way had a great impact on his heart.He frowned, and his face instantly became ugly: "Grandpa."

"How many years have you two been married and have nothing to do, and you want to take a girl with a different surname as an explanation to me?" Mr. Wen snorted heavily, his voice getting deeper, "Wen Jing, you haven't heard of me Yes, sooner or later you will regret it."

Wen Jing wants to go to the military academy, go to the army, and marry Jiang Junyu... Mr. Wen has never been optimistic.Mr. Wen started his business from scratch, and almost all his descendants went into business, but the eldest grandson had to go to the barren mountains to do such a dangerous job.Married to Jiang Junyu for many years, both of them put their careers first, and have no intention of having children at all.He is now living one day less and less, maybe one day he will have a headache and brain fever, and he will go into the coffin, can he not be too angry?
Wen Ge leaned against the wall, only feeling a chill invade her body from the back little by little, and her whole body gradually became cold.

She didn't listen any more, and quietly went back to her room.

She took a few magazines from Wen Shaoyuan's room yesterday. Although the publication date was a bit long ago, it did not prevent her from reading it with gusto.

When Aunt Xin knocked on the door and came in, seeing that Jiang Junyu was not there, she couldn't help asking suspiciously, "Wen Ge, have you seen Junyu?"

Wen Ge shook his head blankly.

"Hey, did those two people run out?" Aunt Xin frowned, hesitated to speak, turned and went downstairs.

Negotiations broke up?
Wen Ge looked at the nine-square grid at the back of the magazine, and felt a tinge of happiness in his heart because Mr. Wen suffered from Wen Jing's embarrassment.

Wen Jing and Jiang Junyu went out in the afternoon and came back in the evening.

When Wen Ge went downstairs, Jiang Junyu was wearing an apron and was helping Aunt Xin. Seeing Wen Ge coming in, she bent her lips and smiled, and said softly, "Go to the living room and watch TV for a while, and we can have dinner later." , She suddenly remembered something again, and called Wen Ge to stop: "Wen Ge, don't take something unpleasant to heart." She said, looking at Wen Ge tenderly.

Such a heroic and determined woman will always subconsciously be gentle when she treats Wen Ge, much like her mother.

(End of this chapter)