Meng Xiang was telling Meng Jie what to do. When he saw Meng Jia coming, he motioned for Meng Jie to step back and turned to face his son, showing a very rare kindness.
"The situation has been very chaotic recently, and your mother's health is not very good. What she loves most every day is you. You stay at home to accompany her."
Meng Jia frowned: "Don't I accompany her every time I go home? The situation is chaotic and we need someone to do things..."
"What big thing can happen to Guanglu Temple? I have told your boss, and the matter has been settled. You just do it, no need to say anything!"
Meng Xiang said categorically, with a strong look on his face and no excuses allowed.
"Come here! Master, please go down and rest!"
Two foreign masters, as strong as cattle and with bulging temples, walked in and said respectfully: "Young master, please."
Although Meng Jia has good skills, he is no match for these two men.
There was no point in talking, so he followed them away in silence.
In the backyard, Mrs. Meng was lying on the couch basking in the sun, feeling drowsy.
Grandma Jiesi sat quietly and read the biography steadily, with a peaceful expression.
Meng Jia sat beside the couch with his eyes lowered, staring at the light and shadow on the ground in a daze.
Mrs. Meng glanced at him from between her eyelashes and continued to close her eyes calmly.
I don't know how much time passed, but Grandma Jie Si put down her book, stood up and stood in awe: "Auntie, you've finished reading."
"Thank you, go back and rest." Mrs. Meng then opened her eyes and looked at Meng Jia: "Is Sansan back?"
Meng Jia raised his eyes to look at her, his eye circles couldn't help but turn red: "Mother!"
Mrs. Meng stretched out her hand toward him: "Come here, mother, and see what's going on."
Meng Jia threw herself into her arms, pursed her lips in grievance, thinking that she would just cry like she did when she was a child.
But when he opened his mouth, he couldn't cry out.
He has grown up and is no longer a child.
At his age, most people have become fathers.
The clan brothers have long been on duty as directors and have shouldered their responsibilities.
And he, fighting, fighting, leading dogs, doing whatever he wanted, enjoying all the glory and wealth.
Mu Yunhan said that people always have to grow up.
Gu Fenglin said, how naive.
Meng Jia quietly leaned in Mrs. Meng's arms, motionless.
Old Madam Meng was frightened, she stroked his cheek tremblingly, and whispered: "What's going on? Mother, what's going on Sansan? Who bullied you? Is it that old bastard of your father? Mother
Let me take it out on you!"
Meng Jia wanted to cry, but also wanted to laugh.
He forced himself to sit up straight: "It's nothing, I just miss you. Can I stay at home with you these days?"
Mrs. Meng was a little happy: "Okay, you won't feel bored?"
"No." Meng Jia rummaged through a stack of books and found a storybook: "I'll read it to my mother, okay?"
Mrs. Meng smiled: "Of course, let me enjoy the blessing of my son."
Meng Jia cleared his throat and began to read in a deep voice.
Mrs. Meng listened quietly and stared at him carefully, fearing that if she looked wrong, he would run away.
Neither mother nor son mentioned Sister Mu Yunhan again, and even tacitly avoided the topic.
Mengjia read from noon until dark, and refused to stop until his voice became hoarse.
He didn't stop until Nanny Yang came to urge him to eat. He didn't say that he didn't want to eat, but only served food to Mrs. Meng.
Aunt Yang saw that his eyes were bloodshot and she couldn't speak. She was heartbroken and wanted to persuade her. Mrs. Meng shook her head gently: "When he is tired and can't move anymore, he will naturally stop."
After Mrs. Meng fell asleep, Meng Jia got up and went back to her room, fell down on the bed, and slept until the sky was dark and the earth was dark. (To be continued)