When Song Youyu returned to Qibei Houfu, it was already late at night, and he still smelled of alcohol.
Xiao Yun, Song Wende and Mrs. Song all fell asleep after waiting.
The porter's boy reported in one level at a time. It wasn't until he arrived in the main hall that everyone in the room became excited.
Song Youyu changed much worse than when he left Beijing last year. The whole family stood in front of him, but they couldn't recognize him for a long time.
On the contrary, as soon as Song Youyu entered the door, he knelt down towards the three elders: "Unworthy descendant Jingyu has met his father, his grandmother and his mother."
Before the person came back, Song Wende stretched his neck. But when the person actually came to him, he turned his head away angrily and snorted: "You unfilial son, you still know how to come back, I thought."
You're going to die out there."
As soon as Song Wende finished speaking, he asked Xiaoyun to give him a push: "Bah, bah, bah, the Marquis is talking nonsense."
As he spoke, his eyes reddened again, and he hurriedly stepped forward to help Song Youyu: "It's good to come back, it's good to come back."
"No support allowed." Song Wende finally managed to act like a loving father, and he wanted to fight to the end.
Xiaoyun paused for a moment, not wanting to offend his face, so she sighed softly: "Why don't you apologize to your father quickly?"
This couple is really good at singing, one of them is the bad guy and the other is the red face.
Song Qinghuan and Song Qingyan looked on and laughed.
Song Youyu knelt down straight and kowtowed to Song Wende seriously: "My son has made his father, grandmother and mother worried. It is the son's fault."
He didn't kowtow just to show off, he knelt down for real, and the bluestone tiles made a muffled sound.
Old Mrs. Song was able to hold on at first, but after three consecutive knocks, Song Youyu's forehead turned red, and then she said: "Okay, get up quickly."
He also said about Song Wende: "Although the child made mistakes, he admitted it sincerely. Don't be stubborn. He is also a young general now. He has to go out to meet people. If he has a trophy on his head, wouldn't it mean that he is calling people
joke."
Before Song Youyu returned home, the Song family had already sent people to inquire, and they found out that Song Youyu was not the only one who had returned from Liaodong, but also several other generals from the Cao family's army.
While Song Youyu went to Liaodong for more than a year, he also worked hard in the army and was now promoted to a minor general.
Although the official position is not big, it is still very promising. In the past, the Song family only had an empty title of Marquis of Qibei, but now Song Youyu, a young general, has worked hard to get it back, so the gold content is naturally different.
Song Wende was happy if his son had a promising future, whether he was pursuing a career in literature or martial arts.
I just wanted to take this opportunity to teach Song Youyu a lesson.
At first, I went to Liaodong when I said I wanted to go, and I stayed in Liaodong when I said I would stay in Liaodong. Now I just go back to Beijing when I want to go back to Beijing, without even saying a word to my family.
He was angry, but more importantly, he was worried.
The Song family is just a single seedling. What if something unexpected happens?
This time I saw Mrs. Song coming out to smooth things over again. After all, she didn't embarrass herself anymore. She just said with a sullen face: "It's good to know that you're wrong."
Old Mrs. Song quickly gave instructions to Song Qinghuan and Song Qingyan: "Quickly, help him up. They all say that there is gold under the man's knees. It's not a big deal, just admit your mistake."
Song Youyu bowed to Song Wende again: "Thank you for your teachings."
Then he got up from the ground.
Now that the training at home was over, it was Xiaoyun's turn to come out to greet him, and asked him if he was hungry, tired, and whether he wanted to eat something or take a rest first.
Song Youyu was patient and answered everything. It was no longer the same as before at home.
Seeing him like this, Mrs. Xiaoyun was so happy that she burst into tears and said, "You've really grown up."
After Xiao Yun's appearance, it was Mrs. Song's turn again.
The old lady called him to him, looked at him carefully, and asked him if he was living well in Liaodong and whether he had missed home. Finally, she told him that whether he had merit or not, his family would not care about him, as long as he was good.
That’s it.
No matter how patient Song Youyu was, he couldn't bear the three elders taking turns to fight. More than once, he winked at Song Qinghuan, who was standing by and watching the excitement, to call for reinforcements.
Song Qinghuan took Song Qingyan and sat aside and smiled, but turned a blind eye as if she didn't understand.
At the end of the quarrel, Song Youyu had no choice but to pretend to be drunk and wanted to go back and rest first.
Song Wende snorted coldly: "You haven't even grown your hair yet, so you still learn how to socialize with others, and get yourself drunk. It will make you uncomfortable."
After the lesson was over, he ordered Xiao Yun again: "Have someone make him sobering soup."
Xiao Yunshi smiled and responded repeatedly.
Old Mrs. Song wanted to see her grandson more, but seeing that he looked tired, she didn't stay much longer, and just told her to go on and let everyone else take care of her.
Song Youyu finally pretended to be drunk and escaped. After standing on the corridor, he breathed a sigh of relief and saw Song Qinghuan pulling Song Qingyan over, giggling.
Song Qinghuan said: "You deserve it. Who told you to lose sight of me as soon as you left?"
Song Youyu looked embarrassed, and bowed his head to Song Qinghuan and Song Qingyan: "Sisters, please let me go, my ears are about to get calluses."
Song Qingyan also swept away the gloominess of many days, covered her lips with a smile, and said, "Sister is just teasing you."
Then he said: "I went out early on the first day of the new year and secretly booked a table to go to Qingfeng Garden. My sister and I also planned to go there to have two glasses of water and wine, just in time to catch up with you and wash away the dust."
Seeing that he was not nagging, Song Youyu breathed a sigh of relief, covered his heart and said repeatedly: "It's easy to talk about, it really scares me to death."
It was hot in the middle of summer, and even at night it was very stuffy. There was no cool breeze at all. The three sisters talked and walked leisurely to Qingfeng Garden.
What did Qingfeng Garden look like when Song Youyu left, and what does Qingfeng Garden look like now when he comes back?
None of the maids or servants inside had changed. They had known for a long time that their master was coming back, so they all stood outside the gate and waited eagerly.
When the man came closer, he knelt down on the ground.
The first year of junior high school who followed Song Youyu since he was a child was even more exaggerated. He hugged Song Youyu's legs and cried: "Master, you are finally back. These days when you are not around, I miss you so much."
There were only two lanterns lit in the yard. Song Youyu knew that his appearance and voice were different from those in the past, so he deliberately looked down at the first grade of junior high school.
He pinched his voice and said, "Look up and see if I am your young master?"
On the first day of the new year, I was stunned, thinking, could it be wrong?
But when he looked up and saw Song Youyu's different face from before, he was stunned for a moment, stood up suddenly, looked around, and asked repeatedly: "What about our young master? Didn't you say you're back?"
