Jia Lian subconsciously turned around and saw two young men in rich clothes walking towards the street, waving to him.
Then I remembered that Yongbi was Jia Lian's name.
After closing his eyes for a moment, Jia Lian remembered that the slightly shorter man wearing a sapphire blue satin robe was the great-great-grandson of Niu Qing, the second son of the Zhenguo Niu Qing, and Niu Song, the second son of Niu's successor. The tall and thin man next to him had a moon-white arrow.
The person wearing the robe is Chen Jingxing, the great-great-grandson of Chen Yi, Duke of Qi, and the eldest son of Chen Ruiwen, the hereditary third-rank Wei Zhen general. These two people have been his friends for many years.
Apparently Chen Jingxing was closer to Jia Lian, he laughed and said:
"When Xiao Jia came back from this trip, he was completely calm. It was really a three-day separation, and he was really impressed."
But I saw a young man with thick eyebrows and big eyes following behind me. He was also about the same age, and he was also dressed in rich clothes. He was the great-great-grandson of the Marquis of Dingcheng, Xie Qianli, the hereditary second-class male and the only son of Xie Jing, a guerrilla in the Beijing camp. He was also a Jia Lian.
best friend.
Jia Lian quickly cupped his hands and said:
"My uncle has something to do at home, so there is a slight delay."
Xie Qianli had already strode up and grabbed Jia Lian:
"Let's go and have a drink. You've been gone for two months. My brothers miss you very much. I must have a good drink tonight."
The two people had already walked closer, and it was Chen Jingxing who spoke:
"Kunpeng, let him go first and ask him to go back to his house to answer a question. How can you not go out to drink before you come home?
Do you think everyone is just like you, dominating the house, and your father is just letting you do it?"
Niu Song had already pulled away from Xie Qianli and said to Jia Lian:
"Yongbi, please go back and visit your family. We will wait for you here.
I have sent people to call Xiaoma, Xiaojiang and the others to pick you up at the Dongfeng Tower. You will not come back until you are drunk tonight."
Just as Jia Lian was about to speak, a person came running behind him, it was Zhao'er, and he hurriedly called Qian Dao:
"Second Master, hurry up. Miss Lin's sedan is almost at the second gate. The old lady is waiting for a reply."
Jia Lian hurriedly bowed his hands to the three of them and said goodbye, then turned around and followed the young man walking quickly in.
I could also hear Xie Qianli shouting loudly from behind:
"Hurry up! Don't let us stand with sore legs."
Jia Lian responded with a hasty "Okay, okay" and had already walked out for about ten steps.
Before Lin Daiyu's sedan could enter the second door and be replaced by a servant at home, Jia Lian had already hurriedly passed through the corridor to transfer the ownership and arrived at the main courtyard.
The little maid led Jia Lian into the house, and sure enough she saw an old lady with silver hair sitting in the middle, accompanied by two middle-aged ladies sitting on the left and right talking, and a young daughter-in-law standing beside her.
Jia Lian lowered his head and entered the room. He didn't have time to take a closer look, but he couldn't help but murmur in his heart:
"Isn't this young wife Wang Xifeng?
From a distance, his appearance is okay, but he looks depressed - well, he should be Li Wan, an educated young widow."
That old lady is Jia Mu. She really has a rich face and kind eyebrows that make people want to get close to her.
Jia Lian came forward to pay homage and revealed that he had already picked up Lin Daiyu. He briefly said that the trip to Suzhou was going well. Of course, he did not mention what happened to him at the Lin family.
Jia Mu smiled and nodded:
"Okay, okay, Lian Er is getting more energetic now and can do things well."
Then he turned to the tall, long-faced middle-aged lady sitting on his right and smiled:
"He has made a difference, you are lucky."
The middle-aged lady was Mrs. Xing. After hearing what Jia Mu said, she quickly smiled and said:
"It's not the old lady who praises him."
In Jia Lian's previous family, there was neither a grandma, nor a grandma, nor a mother, and his resentful father often quarreled with his grandfather. Where had he ever seen such a happy conversation with the elders?
I can't help but feel warm in my heart: I have never dreamed of such a happy and happy family.
He was secretly moved when he suddenly felt a cold gaze directed at him, vicious and threatening.
Jia Lian immediately looked over, and the source of his gaze was another middle-aged lady sitting on the left hand of the old lady.
She had a round face with high cheekbones and a kind face. She was holding a sandalwood Buddhist bead in her hand. She had regained her peaceful demeanor, as if the vicious look just now had nothing to do with her.
Jia Lian immediately understood: This must be Mrs. Wang.
Mrs. Jia praised herself and Mrs. Xing, which made Mrs. Wang very unhappy.
Alas - on the surface, the years are peaceful, but behind the scenes, you kick and bite me. This is the life I will face in the future.
Sure enough, where there are people, there are rivers and lakes, and where there are people, there are right and wrong.
It’s not that you just have to be yourself, but you have to be good to yourself and be equal to others. Otherwise, you won’t be able to live a peaceful life.
How can Jia Lian be afraid of trouble nowadays? He immediately understood the situation and smiled at Jia Mu:
"If the old lady doesn't teach me, how can my grandson be successful? It's just because of the old lady's blessing."
Jia Mu smiled and said:
"This monkey is getting sweeter and sweeter, almost as good as his wife."
He looked back and smiled again:
"Girl Feng is busy outside. At this moment, you and your wife haven't seen each other yet." She said so that everyone in the room laughed.
Jia Lian then raised his head, deliberately looked around, and took the opportunity to see clearly the standing young daughter-in-law, and thought to himself:
"She is definitely not Wang Xifeng when she is dressed so plainly.
Although this young daughter-in-law has a somewhat bitter look on her face, her features are still pretty. It’s a pity, it’s a pity.”
After looking around, he turned to Jia Mu and deliberately pouted:
"Sure enough, it's because she's not here that the old lady loves me more. It's better that she's not here."
It made Jia Mu point at Jia Lian and laugh:
"You bastard, I treat your wife better, but you still feel bad."
When Jia Lian saw Jia Mu smiling so happily, his heart felt inexplicably warm.
But he could not delay and said:
"My grandson is going to visit his father right now, and Miss Lin will be here soon."
Jia Mu smiled and nodded: "Go ahead, come out of your father's place and go back early to rest. The road from Gusu is long and long, and you have worked hard too."
He turned back to Mrs. Xing and Mrs. Wang and said:
"The children in our family are always very polite when meeting people. They are cute and pitiful to their elders." After a pause, he added, "Only Jia Huan can't be on the stage, so I don't like it." p>
Yes, this sentence came from Jia Lian again. It is inevitable that this debt will be placed on Jia Lian.
When Jia Lian came out, he felt a chill coming over him again. He already knew in his heart: this must be Aunt Zhao.
Turning around, he saw two women dressed as aunts standing at the door of the main room. One of them, with a more beautiful face, was glaring at him with squinting eyes. It was Jia Huan's biological mother, Aunt Zhao.
Aunt Zhao didn't dare to provoke Sister Feng in person, but she knew that Jia Lian had always been a good-tempered master. Now when she heard Jia's mother in the house saying something wrong about Jia Huan, she felt unhappy.
Seeing Jia Lian coming out, he deliberately whispered "poof" to the ground, gritted his teeth and muttered:
"You are a spineless coward who is afraid of his wife! He just expects that dominatrix to fawn over him every day. A big man is really not afraid of embarrassment, ah!"