Flowers in full bloom

Chapter 643: The wrong person is wrong no matter what he does

Fortunately, Gui Jijiu had a good attitude. Born into a farming family and having worked in the Imperial College all his life, he had seen a lot of the world. For him, making money was one thing, and wanting to do something practical for the people was another.

Especially after Gui Jijiu saw Hualei's series of exchange and processing businesses with the common people, Gui Jijiu's mentality changed significantly.

Therefore, the paper prices of his printing shop are all very low, as long as the printing shop does not lose money and maintains low profit operations, it will be fine.

However, every time he saw the flower buds, Gui Jijiu could not help but feel regretful. He sighed for his grandson Jing'an and for the loss of his smart and kind granddaughter-in-law.

But what can we do? If we miss it once, we will miss it for the rest of our lives. Gui Jijiu sighed deeply, returned to his study, and wrote letters to his sons and grandsons in Shangjing City, telling them what they needed to do in Shangjing City.

There is still a shortage of manpower here, especially technical talents in woodblock printing, which needs to be increased. Although the printing house is not making money for the time being, the quality of the printed books must be up to standard and there must be no mistakes.

Twenty days later, I went to the Gui Mansion in the capital. In the pavilion in the back garden.

"Husband, I lost again." Wen, who was sitting opposite Gui Jing'an and playing chess with him, put down the black pieces in her hand and said to Gui Jing'an who was sitting opposite her with a faint smile.

Gui Jingan, who was wearing a dark blue robe, smiled slightly and put down the white piece in his hand.

"Husband, how about I play the piano for you?" Wen suggested again.

"Okay." Gui Jing'an nodded and responded.

Wen sat down in front of the piano stand and began to play. The soothing and light sound of the piano was like the gurgling water in a clear spring, flowing among the soft and green algae.

Wen was a good musician and her playing was beautiful, but Gui Jing'an, who was sitting on the side, was somewhat uninterested. He stared at the clusters of chrysanthemums in the flowerbed in a daze.

Once upon a time, this was the romantic life he longed for, with a gentle and virtuous wife. The two of them could play the piano together, read books together, serve their parents together, and raise children together.

But after he really married a gentle woman and lived the life he always thought he wanted, he found that the reality was far from as peaceful as he had imagined.

The days now are like a heavy suit of armor, restricting all my actions and suppressing me to the point of suffocation.

It turns out that the piano can only be played harmoniously with the person you like, and chess can only be played with the person you like to be full of fun.

It turns out that no matter what the wrong person does, it is wrong.

The autumn sun was no longer warm, and looking at Wen's well-maintained, still slender waist, Gui Jing'an recalled another slender figure.

Looking at Wen, who was holding a chess piece with her slender jade fingers, hesitating and undecided, in his memory, she was still that persistent woman who would never drag her feet and was daring to fight and fight.

Gui Jingan sighed softly. In the blink of an eye, he and Wen had been married for almost six years and had a son and a daughter. The eldest daughter Qinghe was five years old this year, and the second son Qiming was two and a half years old this year.

At that time, under the advice of my grandfather and the arrangement of my mother, I decided to get married with Wen. Wen was the granddaughter of the Minister of Rites. Her appearance and manners were considered to be above average, and her family background was also well matched with my family at that time.

So, after a quick meeting, the two of them decided to get married. To be honest, when they met, I didn't see the other person clearly at all.

Maybe it was because she was shy, or maybe she just didn't care. But she knew in her heart that she was old enough to get married. And Wen Shi just happened to appear at this time.

However, for him, apart from that flower-like woman, Gui Jingan felt that he could accept anyone and didn't care, so he didn't refuse any of them. Because he just wanted to complete his mission and responsibility.

As the eldest grandson of his grandfather and the eldest son of his father, he has to expand the family and have descendants, so he has no right to be willful.

And, most importantly, he knew that the woman was nothing more than a flower in the mirror and a moon in the water to him.

So, he thought, let it be, stop struggling, pretend to let go of her hand and live your own life.

For him, letting go was partly a last resort and partly a voluntary act. He also comforted himself by saying that giving up was also another kind of fulfillment.

Because he knew that the man liked her and loved her, and they had a verbal engagement.

He also thought that as long as he no longer thought about that woman, and as long as he and Wen lived a good life, everything would naturally get better over time.

However, Gui Jing'an found that he was wrong again. Since marrying Wen, he realized that marrying someone he did not love was a deception to the other person and a torture to himself.

The purpose of marriage should be the harmonious resonance of two hearts, but when love is absent, it becomes a lonely whimper.

On the wedding night, he and Wen completed the Zhougong ceremony under the influence of alcohol. More than half a month later, Wen was diagnosed with pregnancy by the doctor.

When Wen Shi was sure she was pregnant, she sent a maid named Lihua, who was her dowry, to her room. The maid had bright eyes and a tall figure.

Maybe after Wen's training, she was very good at dealing with things, and she was smiling and charming when she spoke. I refused several times, but Wen was very persistent. So I accepted it reluctantly.

In private, I often called her "Xiaohua, Xiaohua." And this concubine named Xiaohua would call me softly and delicately, "Gongzi, Gongzi," with the soft murmur at the end of the tone, which often gave me an illusion.

For a long time after the eldest daughter was born, he still did not return to Wen's room. This was because Wen had been a little weak since giving birth to her daughter, and he did not seem to have any feelings for her.

Wen may have also realized her coldness towards her, so when her daughter was a little older, she was more attentive, gentle and considerate to her.

Countless times, Wen and I sat under the moonlight, expressing her affection and love for me, saying sweet words and vows that belonged to the two of us.

However, when she went to Mobei, her heart became empty. She just laughed off Wen's deliberate approach to her, without any ripples in her heart.

Just when the night is quiet, I silently recite that beautiful name like a flower again and again.