When Song Youyu saw him like this on the first day of the new year, he suddenly felt very happy, smiled heartily, slapped him on the shoulder, and scolded him: "Get out of here."
Then he passed through the servants and entered the courtyard.
Song Qinghuan and Song Qingyan were lagging behind, and they also smiled when they saw the confused look on the first grade of junior high school.
Song Youyu left Beijing for Liaodong for more than a year, and there were times when he felt homesick.
When I entered the courtyard this time, I saw that what I saw before me was exactly the same as in my memory. I couldn't help but sigh: "Mother is thoughtful."
Song Qingyan, who was following behind, couldn't help but blush when she heard this sentence. She said, "If Mom hears this sentence, she will probably be so happy that she won't be able to sleep tonight."
In order to raise the two children left behind by her sister, Xiao Yun married into the Song family as a stepmother for more than ten years. It is only now that she has truly made her mark.
Song Youyu felt something in his heart. He pursed his lips and whispered, "It's because I'm not sensible."
When I was young, I was always hostile to Xiaoyun, and felt that her kindness to me and my sister was just a pretense.
When you grow up and go out for a while, you will know who is really good to you and who is pretending to be good to you.
Song Qingyan had been grievances against the Xiaoyun family for many years, but tonight, after hearing these two words from Song Youyu, she finally gave up.
She burst out laughing: "It's good to know."
Then he said: "If it weren't for you two siblings, how could I be worrying like a little old lady at such an old age?"
Song Qinghuan had already gone into the room, poured himself a drink, poured it on his mouth and responded: "You also know that you are just following the old lady at a young age."
As he spoke, he praised again: "This wine is good. I have really pushed Xianglou's quality to a higher level."
She had the nerve to say this. Yipinju was just for drinking tea, eating snacks, and organizing cocktail parties, poems, and flower parties for the poetic boys and girls to have fun.
Xianglou has always been famous for its dishes and drinks.
The two families were incompatible with each other and were not even competitive, but she knew how to add glory to her face.
Song Qingyan was used to seeing her shameless, so she didn't expose her and just held up her skirt and followed her into the main room.
Song Youyu followed him, and when he saw the table of food and wine, he couldn't help but frown.
As soon as the news of his arrival in Beijing came, Chen Er sent someone to deliver a letter to him, saying that he would treat him to a drink in the evening.
He had already had a round of banquets in the palace. Although he didn't drink much, if he had another round of eating and drinking now, would he still be able to go out soon?
Song Qinghuan got addicted to alcohol and poured two glasses of wine in succession. Seeing Song Youyu looking embarrassed, he touched Song Qingyan and raised an eyebrow at her.
Song Qingyan said in a tacit understanding: "I'm afraid the second young master of the Chen family won't have time to attend my brother's appointment tonight."
Song Youyu also raised his eyebrows, raised the corner of his robe, and sat opposite the two sisters. They looked at each other carefully, and then said after a while: "Don't you feel it?"
Song Qinghuan and Song Qingyan looked at each other, not knowing what the hell Song Youyu was talking about.
Song Youyu said: "Qingyan, when did you look more and more like your sister?"
After a pause, he said "Oh" again, with a look of realization: "Could this be the legendary sisters' statue?"
"What the hell?" Song Qinghuan hit Song Youyu on the head with chopsticks: "We are sisters."
Song Youyu was not upset. He just smiled when he looked at Song Qingyan and praised, "Qingyan is getting better and better now."
While the sisters were talking, Song Qinghuan unknowingly drank half the bottle of wine sent by Xianglou, but she didn't feel drunk at all.
Today is Rouzhen's birthday. Although she didn't eat anything while attending the banquet in the palace, after leaving the palace, she asked Xiao Cishun to bring snacks and give her a hug.
At this moment, I didn't feel hungry at all. I picked up my chopsticks and took a few bites of food, and then I didn't let go of the wine bottle.
Song Youyu didn't get enough of the drink in the palace. He raised his wine cup and asked for a drink from Song Qinghuan. He drank it and frowned.
But he didn't say anything. He swallowed it in one gulp and then said, "I don't want to rob it from you."
Then he called Chu Yi again: "Go and dig out the wine I have hidden."
On the first day of the new year, he stayed outside the door for a long time. When he saw that Song Youyu finally remembered him, he was so moved that he had runny nose and tears.
Song Qinghuan sent everyone waiting in the room out, and then asked Song Youyu in a low voice: "How long will you be back this time, and when do you plan to leave."
The three elders of the Song family also wanted to know this question, but they just couldn't ask it.
If you plan to stay in Beijing for a long time, that's fine, but if you want to go back to Liaodong, you will be separated after just meeting.
The three old men knew very well in their hearts that Song Youyu was a man of his own mind. If he wanted to return to Liaodong, they could do it even if they tied him up.
Song Youyu has now joined the Communist Party, and even though he is considered a prostitute, his visit to Beijing this time also puts official business first.
Hearing this, he was silent for a moment, thought about it carefully, and then said, "I'm afraid I have to leave if I want to get you married."
Song Qinghuan had a mouthful of wine stuck in his throat, swallowed it quickly and coughed a few times.
Song Qingyan turned to look at her and couldn't help covering her lips and laughing.
But Song Qinghuan glared at her: "What's so funny."
Song Youyu didn't know what was so funny. After thinking about it, he said, "Oh, my brother-in-law-to-be asked me to ask you, when will your dowry be embroidered?"
Song Qinghuan suddenly coughed violently and couldn't stop it.
Song Qingyan couldn't hold it back anymore, she kept giggling and said in a similar manner: "Sister, my brother-in-law-to-be is asking you, when will your dowry be embroidered."
He added: "This soon-to-be brother-in-law can't wait any longer."
Song Qinghuan coughed so much that her face turned red. She quickly picked up her chopsticks and said, "Eat food, eat food, drink wine. A table in Xianglou costs a lot of money, so don't waste it."
Song Youyu had a pretty good impression of Xiao Ci, his soon-to-be brother-in-law. He didn't know about Wei Yutang's scandalous affairs, so when he saw Song Qinghuan hiding it like this and thinking she was ashamed, he immediately started laughing too.
On the first day of the new year, they dug out the wine that Song Youyu had buried in the yard in his early years, cleaned off the dirt on it, and put it in a wine jug.
Song Youyu thought the jug of wine in Song Qinghuan's hand tasted bad, so he held up the jug and poured a cup for both Song Qinghuan and Song Qingyan.
Song Qinghuan refused everyone who came and drank it in one sip. He didn't taste it yet, so he smacked his mouth and asked, "What kind of wine is this? Why don't you seem to have never drunk it before?"
Before Song Youyu opened his mouth, he spoke volubly on the first day of the new year: "Girl, this is Nuerhong. The young master buried it in the yard with his own hands a few years ago. He said he would dig it out and drink it when the eldest girl grows up and can get married."
Song Qinghuan and Song Qingyan both turned their heads to look at Song Youyu, with angry looks on their faces.
Song Qinghuan threw the wine cup in his hand on the table, wishing to dig out the sip of wine that had entered his mouth.
He cursed: "You little bastard, you dare to take advantage of me.
