Jiang Xianjun took his two aunts to the roadside at the entrance of the village and then stopped.

He originally didn't want to send it so far, just send it to the gate of the yard, or stop at the old maple tree at the entrance of the village. Subconsciously, maybe he still didn't want to run into Lao Yang's family!

But the two aunts couldn't bear it, especially the younger aunt, who had to hold his arm and talk to him all the way.

The eldest aunt also gave some advice from time to time, all of which told him to persuade his mother, live a good life with his father, and stop making troubles, because Ga Po is old and cannot stand making troubles, etc.

Jiang Xianjun is not young anymore. What can’t an 18-year-old young man understand?

My mother was abandoned by her natal family, just as everyone expected.

After leaving Lao Jiang's house in Changping Village, my mother had to wander outside.

"Don't worry, two aunts, I am my mother's son. As long as I have a bite to eat, my mother will not be hungry, nor will she be desperate to seek refuge with other people. Of course, other people will not let her seek refuge.

of."

Finally, Jiang Xianjun couldn't bear it anymore and made his attitude clear to his two aunts for the first time.

The younger aunt withdrew her hand from his arm, and the kind smile on the older aunt's face gradually disappeared.

They also corrected their attitude and said to him: "With your words, we can feel relieved. We can have an explanation with your two uncles when we go back."

My aunt also said: "Our two families are still relatives. If your mother is willing to come back to see your grandma during the holidays, we will still be happy to greet you."

Jiang Xianjun nodded and said nothing.

The two aunts brought what they needed to say, got the promises they wanted, and left with satisfaction.

When passing by the fifth house of Lao Yang's house, my aunt looked at the grand courtyard and sighed, saying regretfully: "Sister, I don't know how lucky I am to be blessed. If we don't make a fuss, we can all be relatives of such a grand family."

, it’s fine now, it’s like a chicken flying egg and it’s all covered in sao.”

The eldest aunt looked around. Except for Damo and Xiaoqin's houses, which were relatively ordinary, the other houses on the roadside were more elegant than the others, especially the two gilded characters "Luo's House" written on the lintel.

"Hey, we don't have that life, don't look at it, let's go, let's go!"

…

Obviously he was feeling guilty and was afraid of meeting people from the old Yang family, but Jiang Xianjun still couldn't help but look towards the fifth room several times.

It wasn't until he felt like a sneaky thief that he sighed and turned around and walked back.

A figure came up from the bottom of the pond, carrying a basket. In the basket were some washed lotus roots that were still being drained.

"Qing, sister Qing'er."

When they met face to face, Jiang Xianjun took the initiative to say hello to Yang Ruoqing as usual. After saying hello, he quickly lowered his head and did not dare to look at her.

Yang Ruoqing really didn't pay attention to Jiang Xianjun at first because she was preoccupied with thinking about Baby Luo.

Counting the days, the girl should be on her way back already. I hope the channel will be smooth all the way.

Suddenly someone greeted her, and she realized it was Jiang Xianjun.

This made her a little stunned.

"Haha, it's you, why are you standing here? Are you here to block our Mianmian family again?" Yang Ruoqing asked with a smile, obviously in a joking tone, but Jiang Xianjun felt that there was a knife hidden in his smile, and in his voice

Danger lurks.

"No, no, I just sent my two aunts away and passed by here."

Jiang Xianjun lowered his head and carefully explained to Yang Ruoqing the reason for his appearance here.

Yang Ruoqing deliberately prolonged the ending of her "oh" sound and walked forward with the basket in her arms.

When she passed by Jiang Xianjun, she stopped for a moment and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "If you don't have the ability to protect Mianmian, then stop pestering her. Is this because you like her or is it hurting her? I just want to see

You are a filial son, so I kindly remind you to stop looking for Mianmian, otherwise you will be in big trouble."

This last sentence can also be regarded as a warning.

If Jiang Xianjun doesn't give up and still wants to get back together, his fifth uncle and his cousins ​​from the old Yang family won't give him any good advice.

In addition, the longing young people in this village and other villages will not be polite to Jiang Xianjun.

As for Yang Ruoqing herself, she will not do anything to Jiang Xianjun easily. Unless he is stupid and has "unreasonable thoughts" about Mianmian, then she will definitely take action to protect Mianmian.

This is the bottom line. Before touching the bottom line, she will not take action easily. If she takes action, she will crush him.

Yang Ruoqing walked into the gate of Luo's courtyard, while Jiang Xianjun was still frozen in place as if he had been touched by Sunflower's acupuncture hand.

It wasn't until his uncle's daughter-in-law, that is, his cousin-in-law, came to bathe under the old maple tree and saw him shouting from a distance that he came back to his senses.

After a few perfunctory words with his cousin, he buried his head and ran back home. There was no black smoke coming out of the kitchen chimney.

Jiang Xianjun felt nervous. Could it be that his mother lost her temper again, threw the spatula and went back to the house to sleep?

He rushed into the west room, his bed and quilt were neatly folded, and the quilt on the makeshift shop next to him was also neatly folded. (Jiang's mother has been sleeping in his west room these past few days, so he gave the bed to his mother, and he stayed in the west room.

Set up a shop next to it.)

No one is here? Did he run out out of anger?

While he was panicking, a familiar voice came from the east room behind him.

He hurriedly opened the door of the east room.

In front of me, my father was still lying on the bed, with several pillows behind his head holding him up.

Dad had a big handkerchief wrapped around his chin and was eating egg custard.

My mother was sitting sideways on the edge of the bed, feeding spoonfuls to my father's mouth, and asking from time to time: "Is it salty?"

Dad said: "Just arriving."

My mother smiled, picked up the handkerchief on her lap and wiped the egg foam on her beard for her father, "Your beard has grown, I will sharpen the scissors and trim it for you in the morning."

Dad said 'hmm'.

Jiang Xianjun rubbed his eyes hard, fearing that he was dreaming.

Let alone now, I have never seen such a scene even in the past when my father and mother were not quarreling!

Only a father would give his mother water to wash her feet, squeeze her shoulders and hit her back, and then be scolded. Where have you ever seen your mother serve your father like this?

"My son is back? Are your aunt and others gone?"

Father Jiang saw Jiang Xianjun and greeted him.

Jiang Xianjun nodded and entered the room. He stood by the bed and watched Jiang's mother feed Jiang's father all the egg custard that he had eaten all night long. He had the urge to cry.

"Breakfast is in the pot. Come and eat it after you have a sip of tea."

Jiang's mother and Jiang Xianjun gave these instructions, got up and sent the bowls to the kitchen.

Jiang Xianjun hurried to Jiang's father, who was still savoring the deliciousness of sesame oil and egg custard.

"Dad, did mom feed you? Did she talk to you? Am I dreaming?" he asked excitedly.

Jiang's father also smiled sheepishly, "Don't tell me it's you, even I feel like I'm dreaming, but my mouth smells like sesame oil. Hey, God opened my eyes, your mother has changed her temper!
Chapter completed!