Chapter 366 Family
The white steam from the roast duck bags that Tang Xie held in each hand mixed with the light snow, and a layer of snowflakes covered his indigo down jacket. He looked at the light coming through the open door not far away, quickened his pace, and without stopping talking, he introduced the two guests first.
"You can just call my wife Auntie later. My father-in-law is Mr. Wu, and my mother-in-law is of course Mrs. Wu," he paused, and then continued, "When you learn a little Chinese, you can call them 'Grandpa Wu' and 'Grandma Huang'. This way, the elderly will feel more intimate."
"Just learn how I call you," Zhou Yushi, who was carrying his luggage, added, "It's okay, take your time. We'll be here for half a month."
"Let Xiao Yun take you around slowly when the time comes," Tang Xie continued, "There are still many scenic spots here."
"And my camera is ready." Zhou Yushi lifted the box in his left hand.
"Okay," Belinda said generously, "I will train you well in your photography skills."
Della also responded softly, and it was unclear whether it was out of politeness or expectation, with a faint smile on her face. She looked at the yellow light coming through the door that was obviously the destination, and while imagining the warm family behind the yellow light, she recalled the fragile desires she had explored at Durmstrang.
family.
Something she thought she would never get, but now sees that she was asking too little for this desire.
Della had long regarded Maggie as a family member, but ignored his qualifications.
With the old confusion trailing behind her, Della walked into the warm yellow light. Her eyes briefly turned white, and she found that it was the water light in the large vat in front of the window on the right that flashed her eyes.
The yard in front of me is square, and there is a cross of patterned bricks separating the bluestone. In the upper left corner is a piece of hard-looking mud, but the trees planted on it are growing well. Under the tree is a marble table with a matching stone bench. At a glance, you can imagine a family chatting under the tree after dinner.
Looking to the right, in front of the large crimson vat, was a flower stand. Della couldn't recognize the flowers there, but she knew that under the dual illumination of the lights in the front yard and the moonlight, the flowers were particularly brilliant, like a group of well-cared-for children confidently showing themselves off.
"Oh no, you forgot to move back!" Tang Xie's sudden shout interrupted Della's observation of this small courtyard full of life. This sentence also made life more real.
Della watched Tang Xie hurriedly bring the roast duck to the main room facing the gate, then one person went in and two came out, and Tang Xie and his son Tang Yu both hurriedly ran to the flower stand.
Then a person walked out from the west kitchen, her half-white hair tied up elegantly, squinting at them while taking out glasses from the pocket of her apron. Zhou Yushi put the luggage under the west eaves, gave a look to Belinda and Della, and walked over first.
"Granny! What delicious food can you make for me?"
"Oh," Huang Wodan smiled unhappily after hearing Zhou Yushi's English sentence, "You guys are here so early, Xiao Zhou," she said while looking behind Zhou Yushi and kept praising him, "Your girlfriend looked good in the photo, but when we met today, I realized that your photo was really not taken well."
"Grandma, it's pretty too." Bellinda's stiff Chinese couldn't stop her from smiling. She walked up to the kind old man and let him hold her hand and look her over, answering whatever he asked.
"And this one, Della," Zhou Yushi pointed at Della, "Belle's good friend, so good that she can almost be considered as her in-laws."
"Oh! dear, that's very nice of you to say!"
In response to Bellinda's call, Della put on an obedient smile. She was about to say something in Chinese when she was interrupted by a "ouch".
"Child, why is your face so pale? You must have been freezing all the way!" Huang Wodan, who had just seen Della, said distressedly. She walked over and pinched the sleeve of Della's windbreaker, and the distress on her face deepened. "Why are you wearing such thin clothes? Come on, come on, why are you still standing outside? Come inside, the heating is already on."
"His grandpa!" Huang Wodan shouted in Chinese, "Come and entertain the guests! The little girl is freezing!
"Hey!" Wu Yunzhou, who was busy arranging the roast duck, ran out. His hair was completely white, he was thin, and his eyes were bright. "Come on," he waved, "Come in and warm up first, and then we can have a good chat at the table later."
"Mom! Come and see if the bone soup is ready!"
"Come on, you can still not eat later."
At the same time, shouts were heard from the west kitchen and a small room in the lower corner. Della didn't understand what was going on. She followed Grandpa Wu into the house, watched Grandma Huang scream and run back to the kitchen, and listened to the reluctant footsteps of the father and son behind her. She felt as if her soul was flowing.
Busy, lively, and close, this is what a real family looks like that makes people yearn for it.
Della was in a daze, and Maggie's shadow was thrown behind her. She purely enjoyed the warmth that she had not dared to touch for a long time. A small crack appeared in her airtight defenses.
For the first time, she realized that warmth was so within reach.
Ah, the secret of her past life experience affected the depth of her relationship with her friends, the ensuing interests made her stay away from friendship, and Maggie's control made her voluntarily leave the last breath of love.
Secrets, interests, and control, these things bound her hands when she was around, and brought her emotional doomsday time and time again when she experienced them one by one. Della always thought that after the triple doomsday would be a greater doomsday, but in fact, all of them were just cages she drew for herself.
"Come, come, drink some soup to warm yourself up first," Wu Renlan, who brought the soup, scooped a small bowl of soup. She first glanced at her son who was messing around with his grandfather while preparing roast duck, and then carefully handed the soup to Della who was sitting next to her. "Della, right? Oh, your hands are so cold, and you didn't say a word. It's okay, don't be so shy. If you're cold or hungry, just tell us. If you get skinny after playing here, it's our fault."
"And you too, Tang Xie," Huang Renlan seamlessly switched back to Chinese after handing the soup to Della, "Your face has become so pale that you can't tell at all. You just know how to mess with your flowers!"
"......" Tang Xie, who was suddenly scolded by his wife, swallowed his saliva, with a look of injustice on his face. He subconsciously glanced at Zhou Yushi, but in the end he said nothing, and bowed his head in shame to admit his mistake.
Della looked at them. The hot soup she drank slowly dissolved in her body and flowed to her limbs and bones. Her body seemed to be relaxed inside and out by the heat.
How can it be so comfortable?
Maybe she was really cold.
Della thought so as she drank the soup mouthful by mouthful. She didn't have a good appetite and usually she would put down her cutlery at this time and wait for the next signal from her body to eat. But today, she felt that she could eat a little more.