AWB Chapter 215: Return
Chapter 215: Return
Wen Qing did not go in to persuade her. Mo Zhenzhen cried for a while, wiped her tears, and continued to check the things in the box.
She has four siblings. There is still no news of her brother, her sister has passed away, and her younger brother went abroad a few years ago. Fortunately, her husband and children have always been with her. Now that she has found her parents' belongings, she will spend the rest of her life fulfilling her father's will.
After a while, Mo Zhenzhen walked out of the wing room and came to the main living room. She knelt down in front of Wen Qing. Wen Qing immediately helped her up and said, "Sister Mo, this is not allowed. This is not allowed. Please don't do this. Let's sit down and talk."
Mo Zhenzhen sat down as she was told and talked about what to do with the wooden boxes. She said that she only wanted Mr. Mo's manuscript and the rest would be given to Wen Qing.
Wen Qing firmly disagreed and said, "Sister Mo, although Mr. Mo and the old lady have left you, these things are wrapped so well, they must be left for you. You keep these things, and they remind you of them, as if they are still with you, and it is also a thought."
Then he asked her how she planned to transport the six large boxes back to the West?
Mo Zhenzhen said blankly: "I came here by train, and I may not be able to take so many things back with me, and it's not safe to check them in."
Wen Qing thought about it and suggested: "How about this, let's pack the fragile things and I'll drive you there."
Six large wooden boxes were packed and placed in the trunk and back seat, so they should be able to fit.
Wen Qing did this because, on the one hand, she admired the integrity of the older generation of intellectuals and was heartbroken by their passing; on the other hand, she sympathized with Mo Zhenzhen's experience. In addition, she now had time and could go out for a walk.
Mo Zhenzhen stayed at Wen Qing's place for three days. She visited Mo's old friends, her teachers and classmates, and also went to the school where her father taught and the publishing house of his works, asking them to pay compensation and royalties to her father. Although there has been no result yet, the other party said that they would give her an answer after checking it out.
Mo Zhenzhen could only trust them and did not argue, agreeing to wait for their results.
Wen Qing wrapped the wooden boxes with a layer of foam to prevent shock and moved them into the car. The wooden boxes were quite large and only two could fit in the trunk, so four were placed in the back seat. They secured them with ropes and then drove off with Mo Zhenzhen.
They went south first, staying one night each in Jizhong and Linfen. At night, worried that it was unsafe to park the car outside, and now without so many surveillance cameras, Wen Qing quietly put the car into the space and released it in the morning. They were extremely careful along the way and arrived in Chang'an safely on the afternoon of the third day.
Mo Zhenzhen's home is in Yanta District, not far from the Big Wild Goose Pagoda. It is the family quarters of the Provincial Documentation Library. Her husband, Professor Wang, is also an intellectual and teaches at a university. They met when they were sent down to the northwest, and now have a son and a daughter.
Mo Zhenzhen called him in advance, and when they arrived, her husband was waiting for them at home.
Wen Qing drove the car downstairs, and the three of them carried the wooden boxes to their home on the third floor. After moving the six boxes, Wen Qing said, "Sister Mo, you guys pack up first. I'm leaving first."
Mo Zhenzhen and her husband Professor Wang insisted that she stay for dinner. Wen Qing could not refuse, so she followed them to a restaurant on the street. Mo Zhenzhen told Professor Wang about her experiences during this period, and finally said: "Xiao Wen, I really want to thank you very much. I originally just wanted to find my father's manuscripts, but I didn't expect you to give me everything and even came a long way to send me back. Thank you so much."
She choked up a little and said, "In the past twenty years, I have seen too much hypocrisy, indifference, and betrayal. I was very disappointed with this world, but you have given me hope for this world again."
Professor Wang also said: "Xiao Wen, from now on we are a family. We are your sister and brother-in-law. You can come to us if you have any problems."
Wen Qing looked at the two people. Although they were dressed simply and looked haggard, their eyes were bright and shining. She nodded and said, "Okay, Sister Mo, Brother-in-law, thank you for treating me as your family. Don't forget to come and see me when you come to the capital."
The three of them ate and chatted until after eight o'clock in the evening. Wen Qing firmly rejected their invitation to stay at their home and drove to a hotel to stay.
After Mo Zhenzhen and Professor Wang returned home, the children had already eaten dinner. The family opened the six wooden boxes one by one. The boxes were all wrapped in oilcloth, and the contents were still relatively intact.
The two boxes contain Mr. Mo’s collection of books. These are rare books collected by three generations of his family. Among them are three sets of Song Dynasty books and one set of Yuan Dynasty woodblock printed Buddhist scriptures, which are very precious.
One box contained Mr. Mo's manuscripts, souvenirs of their brothers and sisters, their graduation certificates, family photos, awards from the school, and birthday cards made for their parents when they were young. Wen Qing also put the photos hanging on the wall of the Mo family in this box. Her parents and sister had left her forever, and she could only see their voices and smiles in the photos. Mo Zhenzhen cried as she looked through the photos.
Inside the box was clothes, including the wedding dress and bright red suit that her mother wore at her wedding, her father's gold-painted embroidered groom's suit, and some finely crafted embroidery. Mo Zhenzhen picked up the items one by one, looked at them, and folded them up. When she went downstairs, she took out a small box, a rosewood jewelry box inlaid with mother-of-pearl, which she had seen in her mother's room before. When she opened the small box, she found that it contained her mother's jewelry, even more than she had ever seen, and possibly her grandmother's jewelry as well. There were jewelry made of pure gold, rubies, sapphires, jade, diamonds, pearls, and various hairpins, rings, and earrings. She estimated that the value of the jewelry in this box was no less than a million.
In one box were scrolls of calligraphy and paintings and some letters. Some of the calligraphy and paintings were damp and some had signs of insect bites. Professor Wang felt very distressed when he saw them. He took out each piece one by one and wiped them carefully with a clean towel together with the children.
In one box were the four treasures of the study and some porcelain, some small porcelain, mainly tea sets, pen washers, pen holders, incense burners used in the study, and a small box of gold and silver ingots.
The last box also contained porcelain, rather large ones, including vases, porcelain plates, antique flower pots, a jade bonsai, and a white jade Guanyin.
Mo Zhenzhen and Professor Wang looked at these things. Not to mention the box of jewelry, gold and silver, even the calligraphy and paintings, ancient books, and porcelain were all very valuable. However, Wen Qing was not tempted at all.
Mo Zhenzhen originally just wanted to retrieve her father's manuscripts, and she didn't expect that her parents left them so many things. She was filled with emotion for a moment.
Professor Wang praised: "Xiao Wen is an amazing person, with a broad mind that is incomparable to ordinary people."
Mo Zhenzhen told the children not to tell anyone about these things so as not to attract the covetousness of bad people. She turned to Professor Wang and said, "This is my parents' relics. I want to give some to my older brother and younger brother, and also to my sister's children, as a memorial to my parents." Professor Wang nodded in agreement.