Rose Manor

Many, many years later, Fu Jichen returned to Rose Manor again, taking Shen Jianian with him.

Junshan Group was handed over to Fu Sinian. Everyone said that Fu Jichen was greedy for power, but he quit immediately without any nostalgia.

Shen Jianian's 58th birthday was celebrated at Rose Manor. Fu Sinian, who was on a business trip in the United States, flew directly to Yicheng. He landed at about o'clock in the afternoon and rushed to Rose Manor without any delay.

Before I got home, it started to snow in the sky, like goose feathers, big and fluttering.

When the car drove into Rose Manor, the ground was covered with a thin layer of white. Fu Sinian looked out through the car window, with surprise in his eyes.

I don't know when a glass house was built in the yard. It is probably a constant temperature. Inside, roses of all colors are crowded together and blooming lively. It is worthy of the name "Rose Manor".

Don't think too much, his father must have done it to make his mother happy.

To be able to see such gorgeous flowers in the snowy winter, his father must have put a lot of thought into them.

Fu Sinian is used to it. He has seen how his father loves his mother since he was a child. At home, his mother's words are imperial edicts and no one can disobey them. He has been taught since he can remember that his mother comes first in everything. If his mother is unhappy, it is a first-level alarm for the family.

Thinking of this, Fu Sinian lowered his head and smiled. When the car stopped, Fu Sinian gathered the front of his coat and prepared to get out of the car.

The driver got out first and opened the back seat door.

The room was as warm as an April day. Shen Jia Nian was wearing a retro red knitted cardigan, with her long hair half pulled up. There were traces of time on her face, but they were not so obvious. Her smile was still as gentle and charming as when she was young.

"I heard the car stall." Shen Jianian looked at the window and whispered, "Is Si Nian back?"

The view was blocked by the glass house outside, and the scene in the yard could not be clearly seen.

Fu Jichen wears a dark gray V-neck pullover sweater over a white shirt. The collar of the shirt is turned out and paired with casual pants. It loses the fierce and decisive aura he used to have in the mall and has a more gentle and elegant temperament.

Hearing his wife's muttering, he raised his wrist and glanced at his watch: "I'll be home around this time."

As soon as he finished speaking, the doorbell rang.

Before Fu Jichen could take a step forward, Shen Jia Nian trotted forward and opened the door. The cool wind wrapped in the snow hit his face. Shen Jia Nian didn't feel cold, and his face was full of joy: "You're back?"

"I'm lucky. If it had been a little later and the snow had fallen even harder, I might not have been able to come back to celebrate your birthday." Fu Sinian was afraid that his mother would catch a cold, so he hurried in, closed the door behind his back, and hugged his mother again, "Happy birthday, Cellist Shen." .”

Nowadays, cellist Shen is in a semi-retired state. Unless she can be invited to large-scale events, it is generally difficult to invite her to come out.

"Poor talker." Shen Jianian smiled and patted him on the back, "The meal is ready, I'll be waiting for you."

Fu Sinian let go of his mother and raised his eyes to see his father sitting as steady as a rock on the sofa. He nodded slightly and greeted politely: "Dad."

Fu Jichen looked at him and said "Yeah".

Fu Sinian saw flowers placed everywhere in the living room and asked Shen Jianian curiously: "Mom, dad bought these flowers for you, right?"

"Except for the bunch on the dining table, everything else was given by students." Shen Jianian said.

Fu Sinian nodded: "Teacher Shen is famous all over the world, and so many people are thinking about his birthday. I have to work harder, otherwise I will be compared."

As he said that, he took out a box from his coat pocket, which was a birthday gift for his mother: "I took some time out of my busy schedule and made a special trip from Australia to attend an auction, where I bought two diamonds and found someone else to design them." Made, hope you like it.”

Shen Jianian opened the beautifully packaged box. Inside was a necklace with two oval-shaped pink diamonds, one large and one small, embedded together top and bottom to form a gourd shape. The edges were decorated with broken diamonds, which was beautiful and dazzling.

Fu Sinian bent down, at 1.87 meters tall, and tried hard to accommodate his mother's height: "The main meaning is good, gourd, the sound is close to happiness and fortune, I wish you a long life."

Shen Jianian couldn't put it down: "You took the trouble."

"As long as you like it, it's worth the effort."

In front of outsiders, Fu Sinian is just like Fu Jichen back then, running around the shopping malls, acting vigorously and resolutely. He is one of the best in terms of wealth and skills at a young age. But in front of his mother, he is still the filial and sweet-tongued little rice cake.

Fu Jichen interrupted the conversation between mother and son: "It's time to eat."

Fu Sinian went to wash his hands, and the nanny brought the dishes to the table one by one. The bowl of longevity noodles was cooked by Fu Jichen himself and made by Shen Jia Nian alone. It had a poached egg on it, mushrooms and green vegetables.

Fu Sinian glanced at it and muttered: "It's been a long time since I've eaten the noodles cooked by my father. I don't have the chance to eat them usually."

Shen Jianian smiled: "Do you want half of it?"

Fu Sinian subconsciously looked at his father: "The way you look at my dad, how dare I eat it?"

Fu Jichen: "You are so old, but you are still greedy. Do you have any future?"

Fu Sinian: "Go and ask around. Whenever the word 'Fu Sinian' is mentioned, whoever is not afraid of it will dare to say that he has no future."

Shen Jianian has watched the scene of father and son bickering for decades, but now that he is watching it again, it still feels fresh and interesting. He just laughed and his face almost became lumpy.

The family had a lively reunion dinner. After the meal, they cut the cake and made wishes. Shen Jia Nian closed his eyes, and many images flashed through his mind in an instant.

It was the face she had before the car accident when she was young. It was also in Rose Manor. The dining table was filled with delicacies and a roast chicken. Sitting next to him was the young Fu Jichen, holding a cigarette between his fingers. His handsome face looked so unreal against the candlelight, and he was staring at her with a smile on his lips...

"Mom, how many wishes have you made, and you still haven't finished them after so long?"

Fu Sinian's smiling voice interrupted Shen Jianian's thoughts. She opened her eyes and saw the flickering candlelight in front of her. She turned her eyes slightly and looked at Fu Jichen beside her.

He was no longer young, but in her heart, he was still so handsome. He had quit smoking long ago and had no cigarette in his hand, holding a jade handle. Those are two lotus roots she once carved with her own hands, which symbolizes a match made in heaven.

After so many years, the jade has never left my body, and its luster is more radiant than before.

Shen Jia Nian looked at him with deep love in his eyes. The candles had not been blown out for a long time, and the wax was almost flowing onto the cake. Fu Sinian urged him to blow out the candles twice, but no one paid him any attention. Then he looked up, shook his head and laughed, "Why do I feel like I'm a little redundant?"

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The day before Fu Sinian left, Fu Jichen cooked him a bowl of noodles, the same as the one he made for Shen Jia Nian that day, with eggs, mushrooms and vegetables added.

Fu Sinian finished the soup and noodles, and while wiping his mouth, he commented: "It doesn't taste like it was when I was a kid." Fu Jichen raised his eyebrows, thinking that his cooking skills had deteriorated, and asked him: "What's wrong with it?"

Fu Sinian raised his lips: "Your skills are even better than before."

Fu Jichen sneered and said that he didn't look calm at all.

After Fu Sinian left, Rose Manor returned to its former quiet state, with only the couple, plus the nanny and housekeeper.

The snow didn't melt for a week and it was so cold that Shen Jia Nian accidentally contracted the wind chill. The illness came like a mountain, which was worse than any cold before. The fever came back repeatedly, and the fever reached 39 degrees several times. When he coughed, his lungs would come out. Shen Jia Nian lay in bed all day, unable to do anything.

Fu Jichen was worried. During that time, the doctor often came in and out of Rose Manor.

Shen Jianian refused to let Fu Jichen tell Fu Sinian, saying that Fu Sinian was busy with work and had just come back to visit them not long ago, so it was not good to call him back because of this matter.

So every time Fu Sinian called them via video, Shen Jianian always pretended that nothing happened, not wanting the children to worry.

The weather in Yicheng has been bad recently. There has been no sunny day for half a month, and the sky is always gloomy. It is difficult for normal people to be in a good mood, let alone those who are sick.

Fu Jichen wanted to take Shen Jia Nian back to Beicheng on a special plane, but he was worried that Shen Jia Nian's condition would get worse due to traveling, so he had to give up the idea.

Fortunately, a few days later, the sun came out and the weather in Yicheng became warmer. Shen Jia Nian stopped coughing and wanted to go out and bask in the sun.

Fu Jichen wrapped Shen Jia Nian in a thick velvet blanket and carried her to the glass room. Not only can you get the sun here, but you can also avoid being blown by the wind. Being surrounded by flowers is good for your mood.

The rattan recliner was covered with cotton pads. Fu Jichen sat in the recliner and let Shen Jia Nian lie on his arms.

Shen Jia Nian was surrounded by warm embraces, his face was heated by the sun, and he couldn't help but squint his eyes. When she was drowsy, she heard Fu Jichen's concerned voice asking her, "Is your throat still uncomfortable?"

"It's much better today." Shen Jianian was afraid that if he fell asleep now and couldn't sleep at night, he cheered up and chatted with him, "You know? On my birthday, when I closed my eyes and made a wish, I seemed to see you helping me at Rose Manor. Birthday.”

Fu Jichen was stunned for a moment, thinking about the information revealed in her words.

They only moved to Rose Manor last year. The last birthday they celebrated here was the year they first met. It was the first birthday he helped her celebrate.

"You...you remember?" Fu Jichen looked down at her face, his voice trembling.

Shen Jianian shook his head gently: "I don't know what's going on lately, but some fragments often come into my mind. They are much clearer and more complete than before. Maybe I will be able to remember them all in a while."

She never recovered her memory. As she said, some pictures would jump into her mind by chance. Those pictures were strange and familiar, like dreams, but also like things that had really happened before, sealed deep in her memory. , can only glimpse a corner, but not the whole picture.

Shen Jianian took his hand and said, "Can you tell me more about the scene when we met."

Fu Jichen curled his lips, with a hint of helplessness in his smile, and said, "Have you heard this many times?"

"I still want to hear it." Shen Jianian said.

Fu Jichen then took the trouble to tell her, with a gentle and low voice: "It was late autumn, and it started to rain in Yicheng. I was called by Lu Yanzhi to attend a business reception at Yunshui Hotel. You wore a dress and skirt to attend the birthday of the old lady of the Qin family that night. Yan, we met in the elevator, you were carrying the piano case and bumped into me..."

Hearing this, Shen Jianian suddenly interrupted him: "How did you feel when you saw me for the first time?"

Fu Jichen thought for a while and joked: "At that time, I felt that this girl was quite arrogant. She even apologized so coldly when she bumped into someone, as if I owed her 80 million."

Shen Jianian laughed, his throat was a little itchy, and he coughed softly: "Seriously."

Fu Jichen put on a serious tone and pondered for a moment: "When I saw you then, I felt like you were like a gardenia knocked down by the rain. Although defeated, you are still lonely." The fragrance soaked in the cool rain became more and more tempting.

Shen Jianian tilted his head slightly, trying to see his expression, but she could only see his jaw and not his eyes: "So, you fell in love with me at first sight?"

Fu Jichen smiled: "Just say so."

Shen Jianian asked: "Continue talking."

Fu Jichen continued what he had just said and told their follow-up story: "My car is often sent for inspection, and there is usually no problem at all. It was just a coincidence. The night I met you, something went wrong on the road and I had to stop on the road. I was about to transfer to Lu Yanzhi's car and get out of the car with an umbrella. You rolled out of the green belt in a mess and grabbed my trouser leg, begging me to save you..."

His voice was so pleasant, low and gentle, lulling people to sleep. Shen Jia Nian had originally planned not to sleep, but fell asleep unknowingly.

In the process of telling the past events, Fu Jichen also fell into memories, and his voice became a little ethereal. After a long time, Shen Jianian's voice was not heard. He looked down and saw that she had closed her eyes, as if she was asleep and could not hear her breathing.

His heart suddenly trembled, he held her shoulders and shook her, with panic and fear in his voice: "Jia Nian, Jia Nian..."

Shen Jia Nian was shaken awake, and opened her eyes in confusion. She saw the man's nervous face. She was slightly startled, moved her lips slightly, and asked vaguely: "What's wrong with you?"

Hearing her voice, Fu Jichen breathed a sigh of relief, hugged her arm harder, shook his head and said it was nothing.

Shen Jianian stared at his face for a long time, as if he suddenly understood something, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly: "Are you afraid that I will fall asleep like this?"

"Shen Jia Nian."

Fu Jichen called her name with a warning in his tone, and his eyes could be called fierce.

Shen Jia Nian was never afraid of him. She raised her hand and touched his face, as if she was combing the fur of a big cat: "Don't worry, Mr. Fu, I will stay with you for a long time."

For a long time, year after year, we will always be together.

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Thank you all for your company, this story ends here!
The story begins and ends at Rose Manor. They will last forever!

In the original setting, Jia Nian did not fully recover his memory in the end, but only remembered part of it.

Maybe in the near future, she will remember everything, and that will be their follow-up~~
I will write a short sweet article next, which should be in April, and we will meet again then.

Love you (*￣3)(ε￣*)