Lin Yuzhen walked out of the Juxian Pavilion and rushed forward full of anger. Aunt Fang and Fang Ling looked at each other and chased after her helplessly: "Madam, it's dark, walk slower." She didn't dare to say anything else.
advise.
Lin Yuzhen refused to listen, walked back to the yard in one breath, and said sternly: "Prepare some pen, ink and paper for me." She originally planned to discuss it with Mr. Lu, but in this case, she did not discuss it and wrote directly to Lin Jinrong first.
Bring Yilang back.
The wind picked up little by little, picking up the dust on the street and scattering it in all directions. A thick layer of dust fell on the locust, elm, and willow trees on the street, and pedestrians walked quickly with their heads half-covered.
. However, the air was so wet and heavy that before anyone could even run under the eaves, the dark sky was torn open by lightning. Then, dull thunder mixed with raindrops the size of soybeans fell overwhelmingly, and a cold wind rolled down.
The rain was blowing so hard that I couldn't breathe, and I just wanted to hide it quickly.
In an instant, no one could be seen on the street anymore, and there was only a cool, translucent vastness left between the sky and the earth.
Fengle Building was still lively, warm and comfortable as usual. Mei Baoqing stood in front of the window of the third-floor private room in the south building and leaned down to look down. In the courtyard downstairs, a pomegranate plant shivered in the wind and rain, and its remaining red color fell.
The ground was covered with dust, and it was really miserable.
Lu Yan sat behind him, calmly waiting for his reply.
Mei Baoqing turned around: "It seems that this pomegranate tree won't bear fruit this year. It's really pitiful."
Lu Yan's eyelashes twitched and he put on a calm and gentle expression: "This is called unforeseen circumstances and destiny."
Mei Baoqing said: "It could have been avoided. If it was mine, I would have built a shed for it in advance. Why should I be afraid of wind and rain?"
Lu Yan's eyes suddenly lit up, and his voice was cold and sharp: "Heaven and earth produce all things, and only heaven and earth can dominate it. Even if it is lucky enough to escape a storm, who knows when it will not be struck by lightning.
?”
This is the bottom line. This man's self-esteem is really strong. Mei Baoqing laughed, walked to sit across from Lu Yan, and whispered: "Don't think too much. I have no other meaning."
Lu Yan looked at him indifferently: "If you don't say more, of course I won't think too much."
Crab eyes appeared in the Huishan Spring burning on the small red clay stove next to it. Mei Baoqing rolled up her sleeves with one hand and held the pot in the other, elegantly pouring water into the precious Yuezhou secret color celadon cup, accompanied by a few bright jasmine flowers.
The green leaf buds rotate up and down, and the fragrance is fragrant.
Mei Baoqing's face was slightly intoxicated. He took a breath, pushed the tea in front of Lu Yan, and whispered: "It's really good. I really hate Tuancha. Although a pound of Xiaolong Tuancha
The asking price is two taels of gold, but in my eyes, it’s really not as good as this. I don’t know what kind of tea your lady usually makes, which one she likes?"
Lu Yan frowned slightly and was very reluctant to answer Mei Baoqing's question. However, Mei Baoqing's words were not offensive at all, so he responded with a perfunctory "hmm".
Mei Baoqing didn't seem to notice his perfunctory, and continued seriously: "I once went to the tea shop run by Mrs. Zun in Pingzhou. I heard that she loved tea games very much and was also a master of tea. I think she will treat me like this in the future.
If you are interested in finding a way, maybe Min Xingdi can tell her and let her try it."
"Yeah." Lu Yan said perfunctorily again. He was obviously here to reject Mei Baoqing - although that was a very euphemistic way of saying it, rejection is rejection. After hearing what he said, Mei Baoqing kept lying in front of the window to watch.
Yu, look at the pomegranate flowers downstairs. Her words about pomegranates not bearing fruit were clearly threatening to him, but now she came to talk to him about the tea ceremony.
Mei Baoqing smiled, silently took a sip of the tea in his hand, looked up at the white rain and fog outside the window, and said in a deep voice: "Although I am not talented, I have rarely been rejected by people in recent years, so I feel a little bit.
It’s unpleasant. If you refuse, no matter how nice it is, it’s still rejection. You look down on me.”
Seeing that he finally got to the point, Lu Yan breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile: "Can I also say that you looked down on me first?" I will treat you how you treat me. Maybe I can't beat you.
, the power is not as big as yours, but from the bottom of my heart, if you look down on me, of course I can look down on you.
Mei Baoqing tapped her fingers lightly on the mother-of-pearl table and smiled slowly: "Okay, you are right. I didn't come to associate with you with the intention of making friends. Of course I can't be with you."
When you are friends, you are talking about business. So, how about we become friends?"
Lu Yan said seriously: "It depends on what kind of friends Brother Mingshen wants to make."
Mei Baoqing asked: "What kind of friends do you have?"
Lu Yan said: "A casual acquaintance can also be called a friend, and a close confidant can also be called a friend. But the so-called true friends cannot be made just by talking."
Mei Baoqing raised his eyes: "Just like doing business, credibility is not established suddenly, but accumulated bit by bit. Is that what you mean?"
"Yes. If I suddenly introduce Brother Mingshen as my confidant, Brother Mingshen will definitely not believe me." Lu Yan nodded and smiled, and raised his tea cup towards Mei Baoqing.
Mei Baoqing raised the teacup and said with a smile, "Okay."
Neither of them continued to discuss this issue in depth, and Lu Yan did not ask him how he would deal with the Lu family's affairs, even though Lu Yan really wanted to get a positive answer.
The downpour gradually turned into drizzle. The raindrops were illuminated by the brilliant lights outside Fengle Building, like the silk spun by a spider, sticky and moist. Lu Yan pulled on the oil coat on his body and pulled it from the plant.
I walked past a pomegranate tree that had been damaged by the wind and rain and turned red all over the ground, and looked at the branches. There were a few green fruits on the branches, which seemed to be very strong. The wind and rain had thinned out other fruits, but they were still there.
will grow bigger.
Lu Yan turned around and looked at the private room on the third floor of the south building. The light was still there, and Mei Baoqing stood there waving to him. Even though he couldn't see Mei Baoqing's expression clearly through the night, rain and fog, he thought, Mei Baoqing
His expression must be lonely. According to Mei Baoqing's two definitions of people, this person probably has no real friends, only partners, and only needs and unnecessary relationships. Based on his intuition, he felt that he should be better than Mei Baoqing.
Baoqing is lucky or happy.
A waiter had already led the horse over diligently. Lu Yan got on the horse and told Changshou: "Let's go."
Thin raindrops fell on the lush grape leaves, and then gathered into large raindrops. When the grape leaves could no longer bear the weight, they dropped with a "blop" sound, hitting Lu Yan.
The coldness in his neck made him shiver uncontrollably.
He stretched out his hand to wipe the rain off his neck and raised his eyes to look straight ahead. Lin Jinrong's house was illuminated by warm light. Just by looking at it, he felt that a lot of the coldness in his body had gone away.
He gently lifted the curtain and saw Lin Jinrong holding Yi Lang standing in front of the window watching the rain, talking to Yi Lang in a low voice: "Baby, this is the rain, it's raining, listen, the rain is falling on the grape leaves...
"Her expression was calm and soft, and her eyes were as gentle as water. Yilang lay quietly in the crook of her elbow, looking at her intently and smiling. He opened his mouth to the maximum without reservation, revealing his small pink gums, and occasionally smiled.
He responded with a yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand.
Lu Yan couldn't help but smile and couldn't bear to interrupt the scene in front of him. He just stood quietly in front of the door, watching the mother and son quietly. Cherry and Dou'er who were waiting on the side saw him and were about to speak out,
He gently waved them away, and from the beginning to the end, his eyes never moved away from Lin Jinrong, mother and son.
There was an extra person in the room. Even though Lin Jinrong was a little fascinated, she quickly realized something was wrong. She turned back to look at Lu Yan and smiled at him: "Are you back? You're not wet, are you?" Then she picked up Yilang and faced him.
, said softly: "Yi Lang, daddy is back."
Lu Yan walked over, bent his head and kissed Yi Lang's little face lovingly, and kissed Lin Jinrong's hand by the way: "Arong, it's so good to see you two when I get home."
There was a chill on his face, and Yi Lang closed his eyes uncomfortably, turned his head, and hid in Lin Jinrong's arms.
"Dare you criticize me?" Lu Yan couldn't help but kissed him loudly on the face again. Yilang was a little impatient, but he didn't pout. Lin Jinrong said with a smile: "Let's change clothes first, wash up and come back."
Lu Yan noticed that she was wearing a new rouge-colored gauze dress, her waist was tied up, and her lips were smeared with lipstick, making her look very beautiful. He couldn't help but feel something in his heart, and a small hand kept scratching in his heart.
Before he could think about it, he already wrapped his arms around Lin Jinrong's waist and whispered: "I don't want to move at this time, what should I do?"
Lin Jinrong said tolerantly: "Then sit with us first."
Lu Yan walked her mother and son to the couch, sat closely next to Lin Jinrong, warmed her hands in her arms before holding Yilang's little hand, and whispered: "Such a small hand, I don't know when I can
grow up."
I don’t know when I will grow up. Lin Jinrong was absent-minded for a moment, then smiled and said: "Don’t they say that you will grow up if you worry about life? It will be too fast for you to react."
"Really?" Lu Yan cuddled with her for a moment, and slowly told her about today's events: "He first said that I looked down on him, which made him a little angry, but then he said that he wanted to make friends. But for such a person, it is also
I can’t completely believe it.”
Lin Jinrong said: "You didn't ask him, what are Pingzhou's plans?"
Lu Yan shook his head: "No. Anyway, you can see it soon."
Lin Jinrong was a little regretful. There might be other ways, but since Lu Yan chose this way, let him go. In short, there is no way he could have been as bad as in his previous life. She softened her voice and changed the topic: "Today someone sent Wu
Xiang’s letter and the baptismal gift for Yi Lang are here. The letter is on the desk for you.”
Lu Yan hurriedly asked: "What did you send?"
Lin Jinrong smiled: "An eight-treasure necklace. There are also two cents of good tea for me and two boxes of good ink for you."
Lu Yan stroked his forehead and said with a smile: "His hands and feet are very fast. I thought that this letter would not be received until next month." Or, maybe it would never be received. But looking at the situation at this time, why?
It didn't look like he wanted to break off the relationship. He wanted to see what Wu Xiang's letter said, but in the end he couldn't bear to leave Lin Jinrong and Yi Lang's side.
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