Old Yang put down his chopsticks. Although Kang Xiaozi had just refilled the wine cup, the old man only glanced at the wine cup with a smile and did not lift it to drink.
He looked at Yang Huaming kindly, like a truly loving father, "Fourth brother, I have been dreaming about your third brother these past few nights."
"Now that he's gone, I haven't seen him for more than half a year. I really miss him!"
When Yang Huaming heard this, he immediately became alert, but his face remained calm and indifferent.
"Dad, what is there to miss? When the twelfth lunar month, won't my third brother and the others come back? Then you can see them every day!"
Old Yang nodded: "That's what I said, but as a parent, I can't help but miss you."
"Dad, you have to bear it if you can't help it. We are thousands of miles away from the capital. You can't get through, and my third brother can't come back! Right? Just wait until the Chinese New Year, it's coming soon!"
"Fourth brother, what I mean is, can you help me send a message to your third brother?"
"Ask him if he can come back early? It would be best if he could catch up with your sister's wedding reception..."
The chopsticks in Yang Huaming's hand almost fell to the ground.
I thought to myself, this old man really dares to think, really dare to say, that is the capital, not Changhuaizhou, where can I go to deliver the message?
At this time, Ms. Liu spit out the fish bones in her mouth and laughed at Old Yangtou's weird smile.
"Dad, you overestimate the ability of the fourth child. How can he send a message to the capital?"
"If you really miss my third brother, then go to Qing'er and ask Qing'er to send a message. Anyway, they often communicate with family letters from that part of the capital."
"Oh, by the way, there are Da'an and Xiaohua. Dad, you can also ask them to come back for a wedding banquet. There are so many people and it's so lively! Right?"
Although Mrs. Liu was making a fuss, it seemed that every word she said was following the meaning of Old Yangtou, but why was Old Yangtou smashing it, it didn't taste that good?
Especially when he asked himself to tell Qing'er... This sentence was obviously full of encouragement and sarcasm, and it didn't look like he was really standing in his own position to help him make suggestions.
It’s more like arching fire! Argue, compete!
So Old Yang glanced at Mrs. Liu with a dark face, and finally chose to ignore it or answer the question. He only cast his hot, expectant eyes on Yang Huaming.
This fourth son has been doing very well recently. His brother is so full of energy that he doesn’t even need to ask the old woman to say hello. He just goes to break the door lock of Lao Wang’s house and escorts his sister Meier to get the things back. This reflects The strong aura of the old Yang family's man appeared.
Therefore, Lao Yangtou was also full of expectations for Yang Huaming regarding the subsequent arrangements for Meier's marriage.
However, facing Old Yangtou's expectant eyes, Yang Huaming just smiled awkwardly. He asked Old Yangtou: "Dad, have you mentioned these things to me just now to Qing'er?"
Old Yang hesitated for a moment and shook his head decisively: "It's not too late. If you can accept it, then I won't bother to mention it to Qing'er."
After Lao Yangtou said this, he picked up a piece of scrambled eggs with his chopsticks and ate it, hoping to suppress his guilty conscience.
Yang Huaming then asked Old Yangtou: "Dad, do you know how long it takes to get back from the capital to our Changping Village without bringing young children?"
Old Yangtou hesitated for a moment, thinking of what Yang Huazhong and Daan had discussed before about returning to their hometown, and said, "About twenty days."
"What if I'm taking care of children?"
"That'll take a month."
"Dad has a really good memory." Yang Huaming smiled, "So dad, think about it, even if he sends a message to Third Brother, he won't be able to catch up with him as fast as he can, and he hasn't even sent the message yet. days are counted!”
"It would be unrealistic to ask them to come back with their children and ask Da'an and Xiaohua to come back in the twelfth lunar month. What if the children leave their parents and are tired of traveling and traveling, and something goes wrong. Who can bear the responsibility?"
"If Daan and Xiaohua are asked to pack up and come back together, it's only the middle of July. Daan can't put off all his errands just to rush back to drink his aunt's second wedding, right?"
Old Yang drooped his eyebrows and remained silent.
Mrs. Liu curled her lips next to her and muttered: "It's because of our good temper that we can help you analyze these things. Dad, if you tell Qing'er about this, I'm afraid you'll get slapped in the face, or Qing'er will say Dad, you are using this kind of thing to stir up trouble! I must give you a scolding!"
Old Yangtou looked at Liu's mouth with a sullen face, opening and closing, and thought to himself, "You are a little evil bitch, haven't you already been scolded?"
However, Old Yangtou was unable to refute what Liu and Yang Huaming said.
Finally, Lao Yangtou put down his chopsticks, got up and walked out with a dark face.
Yang Huaming also put down his chopsticks and stood up: "Dad, why did you leave without saying a word?"
Lao Yang didn't even look back: "I'm full, I'm going back!"
Yang Huaming looked at Lao Yangtou's bowls and chopsticks again. There was no rice in the bowls yet, so he was going to let him drink to his heart's content before serving rice.
Now it seems that the old man only drank a few glasses of wine, ate at most two chopsticks of scrambled eggs, and basically didn't touch other dishes.
It was said that he was asked to stay and eat fish, but the old man probably never touched the fish bowl.
"Dad, then I'll give it to you!"
Yang Huaming chased him outside the fence.
However, when he chased after him, he found that the old man had obviously accelerated his pace. In the blink of an eye, he had passed in front of the main courtyard of the Luo family and was almost at the entrance to the courtyard of the third bedroom.
"Dad, come over and play again tomorrow!"
Yang Huaming shouted at the old man's back, and then returned to the yard to have dinner.
At the dinner table, Mrs. Liu had already brought the third bowl of rice from the kitchen, preparing to soak it in fish soup.
Seeing Yang Huaming come back, Mrs. Liu said: "Your father is really pushing his limits. He actually wants to let people from the capital come over to support his old daughter in getting married. Tsk, tsk, this level of rareness is not even matched by the eldest daughter of a yellow flower!"
Yang Huaming doesn't like Mr. Liu talking about these things in front of his sons, daughters-in-law, and daughters, especially talking about the rights and wrongs of his elders in front of the children. This is not good, at least it will have a bad influence on the children. .
So Yang Huaming just glanced at the pile of fish heads and fish bones in front of Ms. Liu like a hillside, frowned and said, "You talk so much!"
Mrs. Liu was startled for a moment, then rolled her eyes at Yang Huaming with contempt: "You talk a lot!"
"Besides, in this matter today, do I talk more? Or does your old man do more?"
"You know it yourself!"
Yang Huaming was suddenly speechless.
Mrs. Liu picked up the fish soup rice and took a big bite every time. It felt very delicious and flavorful.
She was in a good mood and said again: "Your father, I won't believe him to death that he didn't go to the Luo family. He lied to you just because he wanted you to call Third Brother and the others to come back to support Meier in her wedding."
"He doesn't dare to mention this to Qing'er. If you don't believe it, ask Qing'er yourself when you see him later!"
