Chapter 341 Trained to Become a Strong Woman

Bai Zhi slowly opened the wooden box, and the woody aroma that had been stored for many years came out, mixed with a faint smell of books.

This kind of breath makes people calm and calm. She thought of when she was a child, her mother held her hand and walked in the ancient library, wandering among books that were even older than her own age.

My mother is a book lover, and this smell is very similar to her smell.

The inside of the wooden box is covered with a layer of jacquard insect-proof oil paper, with a pattern of blooming red camellias on it.

Under Lu Juefeng's encouraging eyes, she slowly opened the oiled paper, and there was a book inside.

She opened it, but found that it was a thread-bound handmade diary similar to an ancient book.

The outside is a simple and elegant dark blue cardboard, and the cardboard is opened to reveal the soft, smooth and jade-like mica cooked rice paper inside.

Bai Zhi's eye sockets immediately became moist.

She is most familiar with this kind of paper. Her mother can write with a brush. When she was babbling, her mother held her hand and taught her to write her name on this kind of paper.

heart white.

The heart is as simple as it is, and only when you know black and white can you move forward bravely.

It's a pity that she was too cowardly to be the Ye Xinbai her mother expected!

A tear fell unexpectedly, and it seemed that the four beautiful and powerful lowercase characters in "Shu Lin Xiaozha" were about to faint.

Bai Zhi panicked, Lu Juefeng's hand suddenly turned sideways, and tears fell on his palm.

She wiped away her tears indiscriminately, "Thank you."

"This book is very delicate, you'd better calm down and read it again."

Bai Zhi didn't refute, because Lu Juefeng was right.

She put her mother's diary aside, and found a palm-sized red velvet box at the bottom of the wooden box.

Bai Zhi's first thought was jewelry or something like that. After opening it, it turned out to be a piece of Jade Avalokitesvara the size of half a palm.

Although she doesn't understand jade, the cold but not bone-piercing touch of this piece of Jade Guanyin in her hand, as well as the transparency under the light, all show that it is valuable.

"Can you identify jade?"

Bai Zhi handed Jade Guanyin to Lu Juefeng.

He looked at it carefully, the jade Guanyin was exquisitely carved, with solemn eyebrows, contemplating the sounds of the world, facing the light, every angle showed compassion.

"Grade Ice A-grade jadeite, perfect and uncracked, the seed water is transparent, rare in the world. The carving is extraordinary, master handwriting."

Bai Zhi opened her mouth slightly, and Lu Juefeng could give such a high evaluation, which shows that the quality of this jade Guanyin is really high.

"Here's the lettering."

Lu Juefeng showed Bai Zhi the back of Yuguanyin, with the letter M engraved on it.

What do the sudden extra letters mean?

She looked at Lu Juefeng, and he also raised his eyebrows, "How do I know what your mother left behind?"

Bai Zhi subconsciously stroked the few strands of her hair hanging down to ease the embarrassment, pointed to the simple handmade diary and said, "Maybe there will be an answer here."

The thread-bound book is still rice paper inside, full of Bai Shulin's exquisite thoughts.

Staring at this diary, a strong thought popped up in Bai Zhi's mind...

A gleam of clarity flashed across Lu Juefeng's eyes, and he said, "I'll accompany Xiaoke Xiaoai tonight, and you are here to read the diary."

Bai Zhi nodded and looked at him gratefully, "Thank you."

Lu Juefeng didn't speak, his deep eyes stayed on her face for a moment, then he got up and left.

Bai Zhi opened the diary, and her mother's beautiful lowercase characters came into view.

March 20, 1991, when this diary started.

She calculated that her mother should have just turned eighteen twenty-seven years ago, and that was the most tender age in a woman's life.

It can be seen from the first diary entry that Bai Shulin is a woman with delicate emotions.

The willows in March in her works are graceful and graceful, the spring water of Qingjiang River is soft and rippling, and the words are graceful and graceful, which is quite in the style of Xie Daoyun, a talented woman in the Wei and Jin Dynasties.

The diaries are not recorded in chronological order. The first few entries are all trivial things in life, recording the trivial things my mother learned in high school.

For example, the English teacher's pronunciation is not standard enough, and the math teacher can draw circles with free hands...

Until July, the midsummer of 1991, Bai Zhi saw a different Bai Shulin here.

Bai Shulin is beautiful not only because of her looks.

She also has a special aura that can make people calm down.

The young Bai Shulin likes to wear white shirts, and always likes to embroider a camellia on the cuffs.

Her long black hair was tied into two braids, hanging naturally on her chest, her almond eyes were as soft as clear waves, and there was a natural feeling in her brows.

Such a woman is welcome in any era.

In that summer, many suitors gathered around her.

But she admired a boy named Zhongqing the most.

In the diary, Bai Shulin described it like this, "Zhongqing looks clean, has a nice voice, and is full of talent. Only people like him are worthy of the great task of revitalizing the motherland in the future!"

A typical person who grew up under the red flag, the roots of people in the 1970s are sprouting red thoughts! Bai Zhi thought to herself.

Combining the text before and after, Zhongqing likes Bai Shulin very much, but Bai Shulin doesn't like Zhongqing, because Zhongqing is in Zhang Xiaoyan's heart.

After reading this, Bai Zhi subconsciously tapped her swollen temples.

She seemed to smell the dog blood of a love triangle...

Be patient and continue reading. Fortunately, what happened later is normal. There is no such weird operation as girlfriends fighting men against each other.

Men and women in that era were very conservative, and they kept their likes in their hearts, and they didn't dare to be blatant.

In addition, Zhongqing's family status is very high-level, and both parents have survived ten years of turmoil and received policy compensation from the state.

In the 1990s, when the waves washed away the sand, Zhongqing's parents gave up their jobs as senior engineers in a state-owned enterprise and went to the sea to seek gold.

Zhongqing was about to move with his parents to another school. Before leaving, he confessed his love to Bai Shulin, but was rejected.

This relationship that has not had time to start will end without a problem.

But Bai Zhi read a kind of sadness from the words.

In this text, the mother never showed her love. Regarding Zhongqing's love, she described it more from the perspective of a bystander.

She doesn't trust Zhongqing, to be precise, she doesn't trust any man.

Eighteen-year-old Bai Shulin has been confessed to by many people, but she has never said that she likes her in her diary.

Under the page of Zhongqing's confession, Bai Zhi saw that her mother had written such a sentence, "Mother taught me that men cannot be trusted."

She had learned by chance before that her grandmother was very strict with her mother.

Bai Zhi thought, this should be related to grandma's rough life experience.

In the 1970s, the cancer of patriarchy took root in all social strata. After the grandmother gave birth to the mother, she was abandoned by the grandfather.

Grandma is a woman who takes her children out to work. She is mainly engaged in what was considered "speculation" at the time, but is now called "business".

From a weak woman, she forcibly tempered herself into a strong woman.

Because of the influence of her grandmother, her mother distrusted men since she was a child, so she not only rejected Zhongqing but also other suitors.

Bai Zhi held the diary and fell into deep thought. Mother and grandmother were such beautiful people when they were young, but their relationship roads became more and more bumpy, and men brought them more harm.

In her generation, although she once liked Jiang Hao, it is still difficult for her to trust other men now. Is this hereditary?

Bai Zhi thought about it, and felt that her eyelids were a bit heavy.

Lu Juefeng coaxed Xiao Ke and Xiao Ai to sleep, and when he returned to the bedroom, he saw Bai Zhi sitting on the edge of the bed with her knees hugged, nodding her head every now and then.