Lu Mian didn't say much, and just waved his hand to let Yingtao retreat.
Lin Jinrong waited for a while, but when he didn't say anything, he had to say: "What do you think about this matter? She is jumping up and down. It can't be just to give away cherries and let the whole family say her cherries are delicious, right?"
Lu Yan answered the question: "I won't go out these days. Don't run to other places if you have nothing to do." He wrote a letter at his desk and gave it to Lin Jinrong: "Have someone send it to Wu Xiang and ask him to be there for me.
Look at the plow horses and the plow horses."
Lin Jinrong went out and called Dou'er over: "Take this letter and ask Changshou to deliver it to the second master of the Wu family."
Lu Yun walked in politely, glanced at the letter in Dou'er's hand, and said with a smile: "Sister-in-law, is my brother here?"
Lin Jinrong pointed to the study: "It's inside."
Lu Yun lowered his voice: "Are you free? Let's go for a walk outside?"
Just when Lin Jinrong was about to answer, he saw Lu Yan open the door and come out. He smiled and said, "Ayun is here, come in and sit down." He then discussed with Lin Jinrong, "Arong, could you please give us some tea?"
Lu Yun had no choice but to go into the study. Lin Jinrong ordered someone to bring the tea set, took the Miyun Longtuan tea he got that day, and said with a smile: "The water is not good, what should I do?"
Lu Yun hurriedly told Jian'er: "Dig up the snow water I buried last year and bring it over." Then he turned back and looked at Lu Yan with a smile: "Brother and sister-in-law are really harmonious."
Lu Yan lowered his eyes and smiled.
Not long after, the snow water was delivered, and just when Lin Jinrong was about to take action, Lu Yun came over affectionately: "I'm here to help my sister-in-law." Then he smiled gently: "Brother, you are so lucky, let's share the tea with you.
drink."
Lu Yan smiled and said, "I'm going to go to the hospital in two days. I plan to take your sister-in-law to watch the fun. Is Ayun free?"
Lu Yun's eyes lit up: "There will be a lot of people going, right?"
Lu Yan nodded: "I guess the streets were empty at that time."
Lu Yun said without hesitation: "I have to go, I must go."
Lin Jinrong was quietly sharing tea on the side, listening to the chat between his brother and sister, occasionally interjecting an insignificant remark. In this way, an hour passed quickly. Lu Yun stood up and said goodbye: "It's late at night, I should go back." As he said
, while giving Lin Jinrong a wink.
Lin Jinrong stood up to see her off. Lu Yan also stood up and walked out side by side with Lin Jinrong: "I will see my sister out."
Lu Yun had no choice but to say: "That's all, I'm not an outsider, and it's not that far away. If you don't want to send me off, I'll go back." From the beginning to the end, she never had a chance to say a word to Lin Jinrong alone.
Lin Jinrong saw all Lu Yan's little moves, smiled lightly, turned around and went inside to clean up and prepare to have a rest.
Lu Yan poured a handful of clear warm water on his face, closed his eyes and said, "Don't talk to Ayun alone for the next two days."
Lin Jinrong was silent for a moment and said: "Okay." If Lu Yun wanted to find her, he would only talk about the Tu family and the division of labor. Their mother and daughter's requirements and ideas were absolutely different from hers, and the result was that they were unhappy with each other.
Lu Yan stopped talking, took a handkerchief, wiped the water droplets on his face, and walked out. After Lin Jinrong washed up, he sat in front of the photo booth and took off his hairpin ring. Suddenly, he heard Lu Yan whispering on the bed: "Wait until the time comes.
If grandpa speaks, Third Aunt will definitely blame you, please...for my sake, don't be the same as her."
Lin Jinrong stopped in surprise and looked back at Lu Yan. For the first time, he made it clear to her that he asked her not to be the same as Mr. Tu for his sake.
Lu Yan leaned against the bed, lowered his head and read the book in his hand intently, as if he was not the one speaking.
Lin Jinrong quickly replied: "I am not a troublemaker. If possible, I hope to be quiet and peaceful every day. But I don't know what my aunt will do, and she may not be able to persuade her." She can leave Tu alone.
But Lin Yuzhen is not a good master, so she can let Tu sit on his head and do whatever he wants.
"Wow." Lu Yan turned over a page of the book and looked up at her, "That's none of your business."
Lin Jinrong loosened her bun and combed her hair with concentration, her voice was almost inaudible: "As long as you know what's going on."
Lu Yan didn't say anything and just kept looking at her. After half a stick of incense, he closed the book and put it down, got up and got out of bed, and took the comb from Lin Jinrong's hand. The poplar comb was warm to the touch, but her hair was cold to the touch. Lu Yan lowered his head.
, lowered his eyes and looked at Lin Jinrong with a peaceful expression, gently touched her cheek with his hand, and held her in his arms.
Lin Jinrong closed her eyes, and the light passed through her eyes, leaving a blur of red light in front of her eyes. In another moment, her body lightened up, and her eyes fell into darkness.
In the darkness, she heard Lu Yan whisper: "Grandpa and grandma have told me that I will go home often in the future."
"What did you say?" Lin Jinrong asked with some difficulty.
Lu Yan put his hand on her back and pushed her towards him: "It's nothing."
Lin Jinrong bit her lips tightly, touched her lips with two fingers, fiddled with them twice, and then went to break her teeth. Lin Jinrong opened her mouth irritably and bit the two fingers.
Lu Yan took a breath of cold air, but did not take back his hand. He only pressed his other hand hard on her shoulder to let her get closer to him. Lin Jinrong slowly let go. But Lu Yan bit down.
On her shoulder, he first bit him, then sucked hard, causing her to let out a soft cry of pain. She pushed him twice but couldn't push him away, so she simply hugged his shoulder and bit back hard.
The Juxian Pavilion was still brightly lit at this time. There was a pile of account books piled high in front of Mr. Lu, but he refused to pay any attention to the pile of account books and only looked at Lu Jianzhong in front of him indifferently.
He was looking too intently and for a long time. Lu Jianzhong sat on the chair at the bottom, with a thin layer of sweat in his vest, and said bravely: "My son has already taught Mrs. Song a lesson. Although it was unintentional, she really failed her father too much."
I have high expectations. Fortunately, it didn't cause serious trouble for something like this to happen. Otherwise, my son would have been dragged down by these careless women. He would not be able to hold his head up in front of or behind him, and he would not have the face to see his brother."
Mr. Lu picked up the tea cup in front of him: "Do you really think so, that it's all your wife's fault? You went out once, and when you came back, the house was different, and you didn't have any idea at all?"
It's hard to answer this. If you deny it completely, it will seem a bit false, and then it will seem like there is a problem. Lu Jianzhong was a little uneasy, took out a silk handkerchief and wiped the sweat on his face, and whispered: "Father,
Big brother is not at home, please come another day
You still have to talk to Erlang. If there is such a thing again, he should write a letter or ask Changshou to go and deliver the letter personally to avoid delays. Many things often happen to the person who delivers the letter.
You mean slave, no one has peace of mind."
One could say that Mrs. Song was not well-intentioned and deliberately did not report the news of Lu Mian's illness, but also wanted to provoke discord between the first and third wives and separate the couple. Why can't the theory be reversed? It can also be said that this is a cover-up trick done by the couple.
Well, whether it was a real illness or a fake illness, whether someone sent a letter back or not, and what their intentions were, are all questions. Otherwise, why would they have sent the person away so quickly?
Mr. Lu smiled: "What you said is right. I will talk to Erlang."
Lu Jianzhong thought that Mr. Lu might lose his temper, and might take over the whole matter and protect Lu Yan, but he never thought that he would deal with it so calmly. He breathed softly and praised Lu Yan: "Erlang is actually
Very smart
, the plow and rice plow horse he made, in fact, Lu Shao and I had seen people using them when we went out to deliver grain a few years ago, but we just didn’t take it to heart. If only I had been more careful at that time, maybe we
My family has already used it."
"Yes, what is that sentence called? If it is not yours, it is not yours. Even if you see it, you will miss it if you are close at hand." Old Mrs. Lu said: "Although Erlang doesn't talk much, he is very careful." He pointed out.
He pointed to the place where his heart was and said very solemnly: "Here, he puts it all here."
Lu Jianzhong was silent and then said, "The account books are all here. Does father want to find someone to check them?"
"No, my second daughter-in-law has been in charge of the family for so many years. Is it possible that she can't even calculate these accounts clearly? That's too disappointing." Mrs. Lu gently pushed the account book, and the account book fell apart along the rosewood table with a clatter.
Falling heavily to the ground.
Lu Jianzhong's heart suddenly hung in the air, neither up nor down, and he was so sad. He didn't want to check the accounts and expressed his belief that he should feel happy. The old man still cared about his second wife and was willing to leave room for it, but these words and this action
, but seemed to be confident, and just impatient to argue with them. He laughed dryly, stood up, squatted down with difficulty, and clumsily picked up the account books on the ground.
Old Mrs. Lu looked at it for a while and finally said: "Is your rheumatism coming out again?"
Lu Jianzhong raised his head, looked at Mr. Lu and smiled naively: "It doesn't matter, it's just that the place where I live has been a little damp these days, and I've run out of plaster. No," he squatted on the ground, rolled up his trousers, and exposed his knees to Lu Jianzhong.
The old man looked at it and said, "I just applied the plaster. The medicine is taking effect right now and I am feeling warm. I think it will be fine in two days."
Mr. Lu sighed softly: "Don't pick it up. Go back and rest. Don't go out for the next few days. I'll take care of it at home."
Lu Jianzhong refused. He insisted on collecting all the account books scattered on the floor and neatly stacking them aside. Then he smiled and said, "Even if my father doesn't look at it, he still has to look at it when the accounts are reconciled."
Seeing that Mr. Lu was silent, he wisely stood up and said goodbye: "Father, please rest early. My son will go back first."
Mr. Lu did not stay with him. When he walked to the door, he said: "Tomorrow, the whole family will have lunch together and deliver everything that should be delivered. Also, after this month, I plan to deliver Sanlang, Wulang, and Liulang together.
Taiming Mansion goes to study. Let the brothers spend time together these days. Only when they are together often will their relationship deepen. In the future, when Erlang becomes successful, he will not forget his cousins. Don't hold them back."
"Yes. It all depends on father." Lu Jianzhong stepped out cautiously with his eyes lowered.
Mr. Lu casually picked up an account book, flipped through it twice, and threw it aside.
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Pink is 650+, so I decided to go for the third update. Today, the 25th, everyone will scan the personal center to see if there are any pink tickets. If you are willing, just give it to me, I want it very much...
I hate chapter names. It takes me at least half an hour to think of a chapter name. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian () to vote for recommendations and monthly votes. Your support is my biggest motivation.)