Chapter 190 Smoking is not allowed in the Idleman's Villa
Chapter 190 Smoking is not allowed in Xianren Villa
Song Yueliang said nothing.
The atmosphere suddenly became dull and depressing.
The woman, on the other hand, was still sipping her tea contentedly, unaffected at all.
Mr. Tang looked at the way mother and daughter got along with each other, which was worse than strangers. His eyes flashed slightly and he stood up with a cane. "I caught a snakehead fish in the lake this morning. It weighs three kilograms. I'll go to the kitchen to see if it's ready."
Are you ready? Yue Liang will stay for a meal at noon."
The wooden door of the tea room is closed from the outside, and the light shines in from the low windows on the side and hits the low table. If you simply enjoy tea, it will be very artistic.
Song Yueliang raised her eyes and looked at the woman drinking tea.
The light illuminated her face, and the scar lingering in the middle of her beautiful face was sinuous and sinister, completely destroying the woman's beauty and charm.
From the time she can remember, women have always loved beauty.
Always dress yourself up beautifully.
"Why do you think this scar will make me burst into tears and make me miserable?" The woman raised her phoenix eyes and smiled very delicately.
The facial muscles stretch and pull at the scar, like a crawling centipede on the face.
Song Yueliang said calmly, "Look how scary you are now."
The smile on the woman's face slowly faded, her eyes cooled, "Have you seen enough?"
"Go home after lunch and don't be so invisible in other people's territory."
"Song Yueliang, I am forty-three years old, are you trying to teach me a lesson?"
"Did I make a mistake?"
"Is this how you treat your mother?"
"You should first ask yourself whether you are like a mother."
The woman stared intently at Song Yueliang, and the atmosphere in the room became cold again.
Outdoors, Mr. Tang walked slowly on the bluestone winding path of Dongyuan, leaning on his cane. Along the way, there were gurgling streams, strange grasses and rocks, and there was still an elegant and subtle fragrance floating in the air.
The season here seems to be slower than the previous season outside.
"Azheng, have I taken care of this garden well?" the old man asked with a smile, and then answered the question himself, "It's suitable for taking care of yourself."
The tall, silent man walked quietly behind him, limping slightly on one foot as he walked.
"It's always so boring. You can't even say a few words to me?" Mr. Tang shook his head and reluctantly changed the subject, "Song Yueliang has been in and out of the city frequently during this period, and he actually lived in a small, poor and remote village.
Is that little kid who calls her mother really her daughter?"
Probably knowing that the people behind him would not chat with him, the old man simply said to himself, "Now that Li Qiang has come out, they are reunited as a family. But women are different from men. When a woman has a family, it is easy for her to lose her spirit and
Ambition. Next, Song Yueliang may put less and less thought into the company."
"What do you want to do?" the man behind said, finally speaking.
This sentence also made the old man happy, "I see that the gap between mother and daughter is not shallow. When Li Qiang is released from prison, he would rather come to Xianren Villa than notify Song Yueliang to pick him up... Why not let Li Qiang stay temporarily?"
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The man frowned, "It's inconvenient."
"Didn't she say that she could help take care of the flowers and plants in the garden? Let's do it like this." The old man walked forward and smiled to himself, "The divorce between Song Chunsheng and Fang Ru has made a big fuss in the city.
The family is going to be in chaos, okay!"
Today’s lunch at Xianren Villa is quite rich.
There were two more people dining, and the dishes were twice as large as usual.
The fish fillet with scallion oil placed in the center of the round dining table is the most eye-catching. The huge plate is enough for Mr. Tang to show off. He caught it himself.
But the atmosphere at the dinner table was not very lively.
There were four people at a table, and except for him, the other three people refused to say a word.
Before leaving Xianren Villa, Song Yueliang asked the woman again, "Are you leaving?"
"No." The woman didn't raise her eyebrows, "You live your life, I live mine, don't disturb each other, I don't want to see you, and I think you do the same."
Song Yueliang said no more and left without looking back.
This is how their mother and daughter have always gotten along.
Everyone has his own opinion.
Indifference and alienation.
Tang Zheng sent Song Yueliang to the gate of Dongyuan. When he turned around, he found a woman standing silently beside the flower garden behind him, her eyes falling on the shadow of the car in the distance.
He frowned and walked around the woman.
The sound of a lighter was heard, followed by a faint smell of tobacco.
Tang Zheng turned around and saw the woman standing there, lighting up a cigarette and puffing away the smoke, her posture elegant and skillful.
"Smoking is not allowed in Xianren Villa." He frowned so hard that it could tie into knots.
The woman looked over with phoenix eyes, her eyes slightly raised, "Really?"
After a pause, she asked again, "How much do you get paid every month to take care of those flowers and plants?"
"Two hundred, including food and accommodation."
In private villas, wages are much higher than outside.
"Enough money for cigarettes." The woman murmured in a low voice, took another puff of cigarette, and walked away gracefully, leaving only a faint smell of smoke in the air.
The woman ignored his warning.
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Song Yueliang returned to the fence courtyard at night.
There are several long clothes-drying poles in the yard, almost filling up the small yard.
On the right are pieces of bacon and sausages strung with cotton ropes. They have been pickled and are beginning to air-dry.
On the left side hung clean quilt covers and sheets, even the cotton batting was unfolded and spread on the mat. After drying for a long time, it became puffy and soft, exuding the smell of cotton and sunshine.
Seeing her mother come back, Qiqi jumped out of the main room and pointed to the quilts and sheets, feeling very proud, "Mom, these are the new quilts I bought today! I washed the quilts and sheets with my father and waited for them to dry.
It can be used after being sewn to a cotton batting, and grandma can put it on a new bedding as soon as she comes back."
After saying that, the baby raised his little head again and said expectantly, "Mom, is grandma coming back the day after tomorrow? Can I go with you to pick her up?"
Song Yueliang touched the top of her daughter's hair and smiled a little reluctantly, "Qiqi really wants to see grandma?"
"Think about it."
"Then, mom will take you to see her."
Qiqi was still young and didn't understand what her mother meant. She was going to see her grandma, not pick her up, so she was very happy.
Fu Yanchi came out immediately behind her daughter and stood a few steps away.
At this time, the sky was already dark, the sun had set, and only a few remaining rays of light remained on the horizon, which dimmed the woman's expression.
He narrowed his eyes slightly, stepped forward to coax his daughter away, and then asked, "Is there an accident?"
Song Yueliang was silent for a moment and said calmly, "It's not unexpected. She came out today, but she just refused to come with me. She is temporarily staying at Xianren Villa, Mr. Tang's territory."
"Aunt Li's temperament is the same as before. There seems to be no change." Not wanting to see the woman's gloomy expression, Fu Yanchi changed the subject, "Let's eat first. My mother-in-law and your uncle have already prepared dinner and are waiting for you to come back. There are a lot of things you like."
Food to eat.”
"Um."
The kitchen in the small courtyard was humming with people, as warm as ever.
After returning to this place, Song Yueliang's depression was relieved.
I just always think of that woman and the hideous scar on her face.
In fact, for so many years, she had never quite understood why she and that woman were so stiff and cold in their relationship, even though they were mother and daughter.