On Sunday, the entire sky was covered with dark clouds, and the air was extremely dry and muggy, as if it would rain heavily at any time.
Jiang Yuan waited at the entrance of the laboratory for a long time before he saw a black Maybach driving towards him.
After the car stopped, Ruan Xingwan's eyes stopped at the laboratory not far away.
Soon, Zhou Cishen's voice came: "Let's take his car there."
Ruan Xingwan recovered his thoughts, said "Oh" and opened the car door.
Jiang Yuan saw them and stretched out his hand to say hello. He didn't feel like he was being forced and held hostage at all.
Seeing that Ruan Xingwan had been looking at the laboratory, he said: "Don't worry, I made all the arrangements before I left."
Ruan Xingwan nodded lightly and said nothing.
She knew very well that even if she got here, she wouldn't be able to get in.
On the road, Jiang Yuan drove the car and looked at Ruan Xingwan and Zhou Cishen through the rearview mirror. He seemed to hesitate to speak.
Zhou Cishen said calmly: "If you have anything to say, just say it."
Jiang Yuan coughed and looked forward again: "Actually, it's not that important, it's just that the Jiang family has very strict requirements.
When you go in later, don't run around, just stay by my side.
When you are worshiping your ancestors, don't talk nonsense, otherwise you will be in trouble if those old antiques hear you."
"Be specific."
"It probably means kneeling in the ancestral hall for ten days and a half. Not only that, but also eating green vegetables and bitter gourd, which is a beautiful name, so that you can remember the lesson this time."
Tsk, don’t mention how uncomfortable it feels.
Zhou Cishen said: "I understand."
Jiang Yuan turned his head in surprise, probably because he didn't expect that Zhou Cishen would become so talkative again at this time.
Facing his doubtful eyes, Zhou Cishen said calmly: "With this conclusion, it seems that you have experienced it a lot, so I don't need to cause trouble for myself."
Jiang Yuan: "..."
If he had known earlier, he should have said nothing.
After a while, Jiang Yuan said again: "Also, no matter what questions you want to ask, wait until the ancestor worship is over.
Jiang Shanghan, he's not as bad as you think. If you have anything, you can talk about it in private, not in front of so many Jiang family members."
Zhou Cishen glanced at him expressionlessly, and Jiang Yuan immediately fell silent and concentrated on driving.
But then again, if Jiang Shanghan hadn't been avoiding him, Zhou Cishen wouldn't have found the Jiang family.
He was just kindly giving a warning to prevent the two of them from being punished to kneel down in the ancestral hall.
Along the way, Ruan Xingwan kept looking out the window and didn't listen to them much.
She didn't know how long it took before she felt her hand being gently held.
Ruan Xingwan turned his head and looked at him confused: "?"
Zhou Cishen whispered: "I don't know what will happen after I go in. Stay by my side and don't leave even a step."
Ruan Xingwan pursed his lips and nodded.
Jiang Yuan looked out the window: "We're here."
Outside, the shadow of the Jiang family can be vaguely seen.
The car drove through two carved doors, and after a few minutes of driving, an antique courtyard appeared in front of us.
There are two words written on the door plaque, "Jiang Family".
At this time, many cars were parked outside the door.
It seems that Jiang Yuan has arrived late.
As soon as he got off the car, a voice immediately said: "What time is it? Why did you come back?"
Jiang Yuan turned his head and smiled: "Second uncle, there is still enough time.
Besides, haven’t you just arrived?”
The middle-aged man was obviously displeased when he heard this, and he put on an air of arrogance: "I did it because of a serious matter, why did you do it?"
"Of course I can't compare to my second uncle."
At this time, the middle-aged man saw Zhou Cishen and frowned.
When he saw Ruan Xingwan behind Zhou Cishen, his frown deepened.
He put his hands behind his back and spoke in a tone of voice: "Jiang Yuan, who are these two?"
"Oh, I forgot to introduce you, these two are my friends."
The man lowered his voice: "Friend?
When can you bring your friends to the Jiang family?
Do you know what day today is, do you..."
Jiang Yuan said: "I asked my cousin and he agreed."
The implication was that if he had any questions, he should go to Jiang Shanghan.
The middle-aged man snorted coldly, with bad luck written all over his face. He ignored him and went straight into Jiang's house.
It wasn't until his figure disappeared that Jiang Yuan walked up to Zhou Cishen and Ruan Xingwan: "I made you two laugh. This person... is just one of the many rats in the Jiang family."
After a pause, Jiang Yuan said again: "Let's go too."
In fact, from the brief chat with Jiang Shanghan, it was not difficult for Ruan Xingwan to guess that although the Jiang family was large and financially powerful, it was precisely because of this that there was a more complicated family than the Zhou family.
Intertwined relationships.
Among these people, some are good and some are bad, and they are all mixed.
And according to Jiang Shanghan, what happened in Nancheng was not his fault, but people from Jiangzhou were obviously cooperating, and no clues have been found so far.
It is very possible that it is related to these people from the Jiang family.
Thinking of this, Ruan Xingwan couldn't help but clench the hand hanging by his side.
After entering the gate, you will find a wider courtyard.
Compared with the Zhou family, it is even worse.
In the ancestral hall, people had already arrived.
The older ones were sitting inside, and the middle-aged ones were standing beside them.
Due to the large number of people, juniors like Jiang Yuan could only stand by the wall entering the ancestral hall.
He whispered: "The ancestor worship hasn't started yet, and people haven't arrived yet, so we can just stay here.
After they start, they will continue to chant for several hours, and it is not easy to be found if they doze off here."
Zhou Cishen: "..."
Ruan Xingwan: "..."
Jiang Yuan met their gazes and touched his head: "What...what's wrong?"
He comes here like this every year.
Can you not feel sleepy listening to those old antiques reciting classical Chinese?
Zhou Cishen looked away expressionlessly and looked inside the ancestral hall.
The old man sitting at the top has gray hair and is wearing a Tang suit.
It should be Jiang Chuning's great-grandfather.
He is also the oldest person in the Jiang family.
Even the head of the Jiang family, Jiang Shanghan, has to respect someone with three points of respect.
After a while, the remaining people arrived one after another.
Jiang Yuan had nothing to do and actually started to introduce who was who to them.
Looking at the middle-aged man who walked in, Jiang Yuan yawned: "That's Jiang Jingyao, Grandpa's grandson, and he's also a very powerful person.
The one following him, Jiang Chuning, her daughter, is also..."
Halfway through his words, Jiang Yuan suddenly remembered a piece of gossip he had heard in the past few days, and turned his head to look at Zhou Cishen, his eyes a little more gloating.
Now it's interesting.
Zhou Cishen's expression remained unchanged and there was no expression on his face: "Are you mute?"
"Oh, then I'll continue.
Jiang Chuning, who has just turned twenty, may be Jiang Shanghan's future wife, but it's not certain yet."