Mu Bangfang smiled and said: "How come? I will certainly welcome you to come."
"It's not that I don't want to come, it's just that I haven't been able to make up my mind, and I don't want to disturb your peaceful life." Old Rongtou shook his head slightly, "Now that I see that you live a peaceful and contented life, I feel relieved. Although I have learned from Guan Yun a long time ago,
I know your life is stable, but you have to see it with your own eyes to be reassured."
"What's there to worry about? Life is like a seed, it will take root when it lands. I have been in Kong County for 20 years and have long regarded Kong County as my hometown." Mu Bangfang stretched out her hand and made a gesture of invitation, "The place where my heart is at ease is
Hometown, please come into the house and talk."
At this time, Mu Bangfang was elegant and graceful, showing off her ladylike demeanor in every gesture. However, she was still an ordinary substitute teacher. Her elegance and calmness were clearly more skillful than Jin Yijia's ladylike demeanor.
Including Guan Yun and Xiaomei, Jin Yijia, Wen Lin, Guan Chengren, Liu Baojia and Lei Binli were all stunned!
Mu Bangfang was not only shocked that she suddenly became a different person. She was also shocked that Mu Bangfang and Lao Rongtou not only knew each other, but also listened to their questions and answers. It was obvious that they had known each other for many years.
Guan Yun was almost confused. Although he had thought that there was a link between Lao Rongtou and his mother - a little sister - he never thought that his mother and Lao Rongtou not only knew each other, but were also very familiar with each other!
Where do you start talking about this?
"Stop standing around, come in, come in." After all, Guan Chengren had a lot of things to do. After a moment of surprise, he regained his composure and called a few people into the room.
Guan Yun cast a meaningful glance at his mother, who pretended not to notice. He led the way to lead Lao Rongtou into the house. Lao Rongtou put his hands behind his back and stepped into the room step by step.
Liu Baojia and Lei Binli fell behind, standing on either side of Guan Yun, one on the left and one on the right.
"Brother Guan, where did Lao Rongtou come from?" asked Liu Bao's family.
"Brother Guan, where did Lao Rongtou come from?" Lei Bin and Liu Baojia also asked.
"You ask me, who am I asking?" Guan Yun glanced at the two of them, "Talk less and do more."
"Yes, yes." Liu Baojia chuckled and lowered his voice and said, "What Brother Guan told me is absolutely the same."
Guan Yun hit Liu Baojia on the head: "We'll talk about it later, now is not the time."
Jin Yijia, Wen Lin, and the younger sister walked side by side behind them. The three of them were whispering, not knowing what to say, and giggles could be heard from time to time.
The Guan family's room is not small, but when there are more people, it becomes crowded. Guan Yun and Liu Bao's family brought another Eight Immortals table and put them together. My mother frowned and wanted to say something, but Guan Yun said it for her:
"Mom, it's true that women don't come to the table. It's a rule passed down from our ancestors, but now we have guests, okay. Wen Lin is not a guest. Yijia is always there. You can't let Yijia sit on the sidelines, right?
"
It is a folk custom in Kong County that when relatives and friends get together, only men can sit at the table and drink, and women cannot serve. When eating, they can only eat on the second seat on one side and cannot sit on the main table. In recent years, many people
Guan Chengren no longer insists on this habit. Guan Chengren also feels that it is not necessary to distinguish clearly, but his mother Bangfang cannot. It must be said that the rules passed down by the ancestors cannot be abolished.
This matter always makes Guan Yun feel strange. My mother is also a teacher after all, so why is she so traditional? Where do these deep-rooted thoughts come from?
Seeing what Guan Yun said, my mother had no choice but to say, "Okay, I'll make an exception for Yijia today."
But Jin Yijia said repeatedly: "It doesn't matter, Auntie, I'm used to not serving food at the table. In fact, this custom also exists in my family."
"Of course, all major aristocratic families and families have such customs, but it just depends on who cares more and less." Lao Rong added. He sat on the upper seat. It was the first time he came to the Guan family.
Not pretending to be an outsider, he poured himself a glass of wine and said, "It's rare that I'm happy today, and we're all here, everyone is sitting, everyone is sitting."
As soon as Lao Rong spoke, my mother couldn't say anything else. Jin Yijia stuck out his tongue and made a face at Guan Yun, meaning that your family has a lot of things going on. Guan Yun had no choice but to shake his head. Indeed,
Mom has always had the final say in the family. But now it seems that when Lao Rong comes, he has the intention of turning his back on guests.
Guan Yun picked up the wine glass and toasted to Old Rong: "I have known you for a year, and this is the first time I invite you to come to my home. Come on, let me toast you first. I wish you a long life."
"Haha, Xiaoguan is getting better and better at talking. Bangfang, your son is very talented." Lao Rong raised his glass and drank it down in one gulp, "I'm very happy."
"Guan Yuncheng, it's you who taught me well, I want to thank you." Mu Bangfang also raised her drink to pay respect to the old man, "I'll toast you too."
Lao Rongtou refused to refuse anyone who came, and drank it all in one gulp: "Bangfang, I have known Xiaoguan for a year. He is 24 years old. His 23 years of life have been your cultivation. Parents are children's first teachers."
Guan Chengren looked embarrassed. Guan Yun's success was the result of his mother Bangfang and Lao Rongtou, which made him feel very embarrassed as a father. Guan Yun noticed his father's abnormality, and said with a smile: "You can't raise him or teach him.
It's my father's fault, his teaching is not strict, and his teacher's laziness. My father is a loving father, and my mother is a strict teacher."
Guan Chengren smiled, and he also felt that Old Rongtou was extraordinary. Although it was still unclear who Old Rongtou was, his mother Bangfang and Guan Yun both respected him as honored guests, so he did not dare to neglect him and paid his respects.
Lao Rong has his first drink.
Later, Jin Yijia, Wen Lin, Xiaomei, Liu Baojia, and Lei Binli all offered a toast to Lao Rongtou. No one refused, and all of them accepted the offer. After several glasses of wine, their faces did not change, and their hearts did not beat. Really.
I don’t know how much alcohol Mr. Rongtou drinks.
After a few glasses of wine, the atmosphere at the wine table became much more lively. Guan Yun finally asked the big question in his mind: "Old Rongtou, how come you know my mother?"
"Guan Yun, what did you call him?" Mu Bangfang's face suddenly changed and she said sternly, "You call him Lao Rongtou, aren't you afraid of shortening your life?"
This shout was extremely sudden and frightening. Guan Yun had never seen his mother get so angry before. He was stunned. Old Rongtou tried to smooth things over and said with a smile: "Bangfang, you are in trouble. It was I who made him so angry."
Yes, he has always wanted to call me Uncle Rong, but I don’t agree. It still sounds pleasant to my ears. At my age, if I still can’t hear my ears, wouldn’t my life be in vain? And the name of Old Rongtou can make people laugh.
I am always awake. Rong Lao and Lao Rong, just reversed the order, Rong Lao sounds better than Lao Rong? I don't think so."
When Lao Rongtou said this, his mother Bangfang softened her expression and said to Guan Yun: "Guan Yun, don't blame mom for being angry. You must respect Lao Rong."
"Mom..." How could Guan Yun be angry with his mother? He chuckled, "Respect or disrespect has nothing to do with the title. I call him Lao Rongtou, but I respect him as an elder in my heart. Didn't you often say that before -
- If you know the world well, don’t open your mouth, even if you only nod your head in front of others. Even if you don’t even nod your head, you will have no worries or worries - why do you care about a title again?”
This sentence made her mother Bangfang speechless, and she couldn't help but laugh: "Smelly little one, don't think that my mother can't say anything about you, I'm just trying to save you some face in front of Yijia and Wen Lin."
"Mom is wise." Guan Yun immediately gave him a compliment for free.
"Sitting alone in a clean room without a trace of dust, there is no noise to disturb me. If you don't talk about human affairs when you meet people, it means there is nothing to do in the world...Bangfang, do you always remember this poem? It's rare, it's rare." Old Rongtou perhaps.
Maybe he was drunk, or maybe the past memories came to his mind, so he said with emotion, "Guan Yun, get the pen and ink."
Guan Yun stood up and took the pen, ink, paper and inkstone. The younger sister came over to study the ink. Seeing that Old Rong was so interested, he wanted to splash the ink with a brush. Several people came over to watch. Jin Yijia came up to the younger sister with a curious face and saw the younger sister studying the ink.
The technique was very professional. She felt itchy for a moment and said, "Little sister, let me try it."
The little girl smiled lightly, turned her wrist, and gently handed the ink block to Jin Yijia's hand. Jin Yijia took the ink in his hand and stretched out his arm to Guan Yun: "roll up my sleeves for me."
Guan Yun smiled slightly, stretched out his hand to roll up Jin Yijia's sleeves, the fragrance was fragrant, and his wrists were as bright as jade. However, with Wen Lin beside him, he did not dare to make any move, but Jin Yijia's pretty eyes were flying, obviously mocking him.
Meaning.
Guan Yun thought that Jin Yijia was just having fun when he was studying ink. Unexpectedly, the way Jin Yijia started and lowered his hands was very professional, and the technique of grinding ink was something he had practiced at a glance. He couldn't help but wonder: "You really know how to do it."
Studying ink?"
"That's right, I've been studying ink for my father since I was a child. What's wrong? Do you think I'm a wealthy lady who doesn't know anything?" Jin Yijia said unconvinced, "Let me tell you, the ladies in ancient times were proficient in all kinds of music, chess, calligraphy and painting.
"Although I can't compare, I have learned a lot since I was a child, and I'm not far behind you."
Wen Lin quietly pulled Guan Yun from the side. Guan Yun took a wrong step back and asked in a low voice: "What's wrong?"
Wen Lin blushed: "I can also grind ink."
Guan Yun was delighted. Seeing her tenderness, he quietly touched her palm and said, "You are the flower that has bloomed in my heart for a long time."
A word was like a ray of sunshine, and Wen Lin suddenly became bright and happy.
Lao Rongtou held the brush in his hand and filled it with ink. With a little luck, he suddenly dropped it on the paper. He pointed and finished it in one go. A poem appeared on the paper. While his pen was running wildly, his mother stood aside solemnly.
, holding his breath and watching with unprecedented respect.
It is an adaptation of Du Mu's poem - I am in a down and out wine shop, and my official career is ups and downs, but my heart is light. When I was twenty years old, I dreamed of Kong County, and I laughed and forgot about my achievements and fame in life.
If Lao Rongtou's calligraphy in the past was characterized by vigor and strength, then the current calligraphy makes people's hearts move with its vicissitudes of life and tragedy. The feeling of life that penetrates the back of the paper rushes to the face, almost making people applaud.
"Oh, Uncle Rong, I also saw a poem adapted from Du Mu's "Reminiscing" at Uncle Rong Yishui's house. The artistic conception is similar to yours, no, it should be said that it is almost the same." Jin Yijia saw the old man.
Rongtou's poem suddenly screamed.
If it were normal, Old Rongtou might have talked about him. Unexpectedly, today, I don’t know whether Old Rongtou was thinking about the past or really wanted to go to Beijing to meet Rong Yishui. He suddenly asked: "Oh, Rong Yishui."
What is poetry?” (To be continued) {Piaotian Literature www.ptwxz.com thanks all book friends for their support, your support is our greatest motivation}