Chen Fu came back and had a cordial conversation with Xian Jin first. In the end, Xian Jin revealed his ambition to be the pioneer of the ancestral tomb, and the father and daughter broke up, and the family temporarily entered a cooling-off state.
Then he had a friendly talk with Qiao Hui, two love-brains, and drank happily.
The little love-brained person can mix with all kinds of people like a fish in water, and flatters people wherever they are;
The old love-brained man was flattered, and the two of them had a great time talking to each other and felt that they had met too late.
Qiao Hui had three pots of newly opened pear wine in his hands. His face was flushed and he squinted his eyes to hide his clear eyes. "You are the biggest contributor to Xianjin's success today. When the younger generation has a child in the future, it will be up to you to guide and raise him."
Chen Fu was so happy that he was numb.
Grandpa Qiao is the famous Master Qiao.
Hehehe, he is actually going to be sent to Grandpa Chen to be educated, hehehe.
Chen Fu completely forgot about his earnest advice to Xian Jin, "Don't have a child and ask him to help take care of it." He immediately broke into laughter and put his arm around Qiao Hui, "...Take care of it! Take care of it! I will take care of it even if it costs me money! You and Jin Jie'er both have great potential. Although I don't know how to take care of children, I am willing to learn! Leave your child to me, don't worry!"
Qiao Hui grinned dreamily, "It seems you like boys or girls."
Chen Fu shouted: "Girl! Sons are annoying!"
Qiao Hui's expression suddenly fell, "I also like girls. Just look at Xianjin and you will know that you must have been well-educated. But now I am only worried about the empty title and have no real progress... Well, everything will be decided by Xianjin."
Chen Fu looked at Qiao Hui with even more pity.
Where can you find such a pure love brain?
A love-brain is the best dowry for a man!
"The future is bright and promising. Xianjin at least still likes you." Chen Fu sighed: he had been guarding a cold stove, which had not been burning for ten years but had not yet prospered. This kid was much more promising than him.
Qiao Hui lowered his eyes and said with resentment: "Once we enter the capital, we will be busy with money. No matter how much we like it, it can't compare to the prosperity of the business world."
Chen Fu sighed deeply and clinked glasses again, "We two can be considered to be drinking with bosom friends, and a thousand cups are not enough."
When drinking with a good friend, a thousand cups are not enough; when waking up, one suddenly feels nervous - the next day, Chen Fu sobers up and reviews the situation, racking his brains to think: Did he say anything bad about his daughter last night?
Has the daughter's evil ambition to keep the cubs secret ever been exposed?
Did they really turn against us at the last minute and leak our secrets?
After reviewing for a long time, it seems that there is not a single word about it, like, seemingly, or should, right?
Chen Fu smacked his lips: The fear of his daughter can indeed overcome all the gossip.
If this had happened during the war years on the frontier, he would have been trained by his daughter into a copper pea that could not be steamed, boiled, pounded, or fried, and would make a clanging sound!
There is a copper pea in the house and a pea field in the field.
"...in the row of bushes ahead, the flowers are like purple butterflies, and the branches are drooping, swaying like purple ribbons."
In the tall carriage, Baozhu stuck close to Xianjin and pointed out through the half-lifted window curtain, "This flower is easy to grow. I heard my mother likes it the most. Dad said that my mother is afraid of butterflies because there are strange powders on their wings, but she likes this pea flower that looks like a butterfly."
"My mother suffered a lot when she gave birth to me. She bled a lot, and she has been feeling unwell ever since. As far as I can remember, she often lay in bed with a pale and swollen face. My father would play the guqin for her, and she would smile at that time. Her smile was very gentle."
"When I was five years old, my mother passed away, and my father planted flowers on this mountain. Now is the blooming season."
Baozhu also came back from Huai'an Prefecture to celebrate her mother's death anniversary.
After being away for almost half a year, the little girl has grown a lot taller and snuggles up to Xianjin, still as intimate as before.
The Qiao brothers and sisters went to their ancestral home in Jing County to burn incense, and Xianjin was invited to follow.
It was Qiao Hui who invited her. In fact, even if Qiao Hui didn't invite her, Xianjin would still go - regardless of what kind of mother she could become in the future, at least she is the master's wife now.
The carriage covered with blue cloth by the officials went to Jing County. Xianjin followed the Qiao brothers and sisters into the ancestral hall to kowtow, and then kowtowed in front of the ancestral tomb.
Two hundred and forty rounds of firecrackers exploded on the grave. Xianjin looked at the tombstone in a trance. There were the colored words "Jiang, the thirteenth generation eldest daughter-in-law of the Qiao family" and the uncolored but engraved words "Qiao Fangzhi, the thirteenth generation eldest grandson of the Qiao family".
For the first time, Xianjin had a concrete understanding of the meaning of "sleeping in the same bed in life and being buried in the same grave in death".
The father in the previous life was a good father, but not a good husband. The repeated physical betrayals made Gao Zhi's mother become a resentful woman who lost herself for a long time. After the separation and divorce, the mother finally recovered her calm and intellectual temperament.
The father in this life is a good husband to He Ainiang and a good father to her, but to Sun Shi, Sanlang and Silang, he should not be a good existence.
There is also Chen Jianfang.
The initial throbbing, the accumulated decline in the middle, and the final departure...the survival and demise of a relationship is always like a parabola. After reaching a certain peak, it will fall back without exception.
Only Mr. Qiao is the chief.
After his first wife passed away, he never remarried.
Xianjin stared blankly at the small pine tree that had been newly planted on the grave.
Although the pine tree is small, its branches are tall and straight, lush and green, and its vitality is strong and tenacious.
"This was planted by your teacher himself."
In the air filled with smoke, Qiao Hui stood beside him without knowing when. His brows were clear and his eyes were smiling. "In the early spring of this year, I went to the mountains to select seedlings. I dragged my lame leg and dug the soil with a hoe. I wrapped the roots with clothes and carried a basket of soil back to the mansion. I found a vacant lot in the mansion and planted the pine tree with my own hands. It took me several months to plant it before I rushed it back to the ancestral home."
The people coming and going were all uncles and cousins from other branches of the Qiao family.
Chief Qiao's thoughts were hidden so openly in the hustle and bustle.
Xianjin's eyes suddenly felt sore.
Qiao Hui put his hands behind his back and said in a hoarse but gentle voice, "Tonight, accompany me to Qingcheng Mountain Courtyard? I have something to return to you."
What needs to be returned?
The night was deep. Qiao Hui took Xianjin's hand and entered the courtyard from the small door in the southeast corner. The light they held swayed between the shadows of the pine and cypress trees. From time to time, passing scholars walked among them.
Qiao Hui lowered his voice and said, "This place is now open to all. All the scholars in Xuancheng Prefecture can come in. They can come here to study in a quiet place, or to read or borrow books in a thatched house. As long as they follow the rules, they are welcome regardless of whether they have achieved academic success or not."
The palms of the young man's hands were rough and hot, like a burning fire.
Xianjin nodded.
Qiao Hui took Xianjin through the familiar thatched study and came to a locked room.
Qiao Hui did not let go of Xianjin's claws. He reached into the window with his left hand and opened the door and window from the inside. He lit the oil lamp and lantern familiarly, half squatted, and dragged out an arm-long silver camphorwood box from under the bed.
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