Jiang Sheng didn't dare to ask.
She didn't even dare to continue thinking about it. After sitting down, she ate the biscuits until her mouth was full of fragrance and she was intoxicated and forgetful of herself.
When there was a knock on the wooden door, she immediately raised her head and looked over.
It turned out that the master came to see my aunt.
She lowered her head. She couldn't tell whether she was disappointed or sad. She just felt her heart was heavy and she didn't want to speak.
The brothers came over talking and laughing, and the fragrant big elbows were also cooked. The eight gingers were clamoring for food. Aunt Zhang and the master chef were smiling as if they were feeding into a pig pen.
The second time I entered the small courtyard, I was happy as usual, even more lively.
They were all acquaintances. They exchanged glasses, exchanged blessings, and even boldly teased the master. The words "uncle" made the master blush and bring tears to his eyes.
"In my opinion, when eldest brother comes out for the exam, my aunt's affairs should be sorted out." Zheng Ruqian has the most unrestrained temperament and loves to join in the fun. "When the time comes, it will be a double happiness for us."
"Okay, not bad."
"Double happiness is great, it must be done."
Everyone said something to me, but Zhang Xianglian was so embarrassed that she couldn't speak for a long time.
However, the master master was used to being in the circle of nobles, and said with a blushing face, "Then it's settled, I'm going to buy the betrothal gift, and I need everyone's help and appreciation."
"Of course."
"My uncle is so busy, how could he not help?"
Everyone started laughing warmly again, except Zhang Xianglian who was so embarrassed that she slapped the master on the round back.
She really hadn't thought about getting married.
Although the relationship between the two people has taken a big step closer after the crisis of Lychee, and they discovered the true shining point of the master through the slaughter of sheep, Zhang Xianglian always dared not take that step because of the damage done in the past.
Even if people around you can see it, it's only a matter of time before two people get together.
But for Zhang Xianglian, don’t do it too early if you can, and don’t change if you can maintain the status quo.
She was really scared.
"Aunt, the third brother should have left after the examination." Chang Yan smiled, "Jiang Yi and the others are not here either, so there is no way to support aunt."
One word to change her mind.
Zhang Xianglian was still hesitant at first, but she glanced at Fang Heng and immediately said cruelly, "We'll do it, we'll do it now."
There is nothing more important than getting these children together. The border is so far away, and it is impossible for them to come back again.
Even though she is still a little timid in her heart, as long as the children are around, she has the courage to move forward.
"I didn't expect that the third brother is more proud." Zheng Ruqian teased, "Uncle, I can't thank you enough."
Fang Heng pursed his lips and smiled.
The master chef also cast a grateful look.
Chang Yan even leaned into Wang Xiaosong's ear and muttered something.
Everyone is happy, everyone is happy, except Jiang Sheng.
She didn't eat the big elbow or the small cake, she just sat quietly, wandering around.
"Sister, what's wrong with you?" Wen Zhiyun, the most attentive person, looked over and asked in a low voice, "Are you suppressing your appetite? Fourth brother will prepare you with digestion tea."
"I'm fine." Jiang Sheng shook his head, "I'm full."
But when she is full on weekdays, she can still eat two more bites.
Wen Zhiyun wanted to say something more, but Jiang Sheng suddenly smiled, carefully picked up the elbow skin and braised fish, and swallowed it with the fragrant rattan flower cake.
It seemed like the depression just now was all an illusion.
He didn't quite understand, he just felt a little weird, like there was something he couldn't say, or something was being disguised.
And this feeling lasted until the next day.
Xu Mo is still practicing and will be released to rest tomorrow evening. Everyone has nothing to do except continue eating and drinking.
Jiang Sheng mingled among his brothers, saying a few words and smiling from time to time, which was a good disguise.
Until the sun sets, the wooden door is knocked again.
Wang Xiaosong didn't know where he went. It was Jiang Yi who opened the door. When he saw the people outside, he was startled at first and quickly got out of the way.
The burly and upright man, who was tired from all the work, walked up to Jiang Sheng in a few steps and showed a light smile, "Nanny, daddy is back."
It turns out he didn't disappear.
It turned out to be not a dream.
It turns out it’s really daddy.
Jiang Sheng put down the wisteria in his hand and raised his head blankly, his big eyes a little red and a little startled.
"Why, we haven't known each other for a day?" Jiang Jizu felt a little unsure, after all, his daughter still didn't recognize him, "If you don't welcome me, I will leave."
He turned around, his burly figure looming, as if he would disappear from sight at any time and turn into nothingness.
There is no father for any stray child, they are all fake.
But Jiang Sheng still couldn't bear it. Even if she knew it was a lie, she still wanted to rush over, grab the robe with all her strength, and bury the broken beads in it.
"No, don't go."
The muffled cry of the little girl came, carrying twelve years of grievance, the sadness of competing with a dog for food, and the sadness of being ignored by her mother, "Are you really my daddy? Do I really have a daddy?"
"It's true, it's true." Jiang Jizu suppressed his trembling, "It's true, all of this is true."
No one will cheat, no one will bully or hurt, no one will do anything wrong.
Don't be afraid, people who love you are always there.
Someone in the yard turned their head, someone wiped the corners of their eyes, and someone thought of their parents.
If possible, who doesn’t want a loving mother and a filial son, who doesn’t want to have both parents, and who doesn’t want to be happy and healthy.
But there are always all kinds of ups and downs in the world. What you want is not available, and what you long for is in the sky. Then the only thing left is to grasp the present and cherish the present.
Jiang Sheng didn't eat dinner that day.
She only remembered crying in confusion, but she also didn't forget to raise her head and look at the bearded man, and said vently, "You lied, my father doesn't have a beard, the father in my dream doesn't have a beard."
Then she fell asleep and successfully missed the braised pork that night.
I woke up full of regret and my eyes felt a little uncomfortable.
Fortunately, Aunt Zhang walked in with a smile, holding a hot handkerchief, closed her eyes and applied it for a while, all the discomfort disappeared.
"Get up quickly, the general is waiting for you outside." She warned softly.
Jiang Sheng put on his clothes neatly and rushed outside. He only saw a handsome middle-aged man with a white face and no beard. There was no sign of his father with a beard.
Liar, indeed a liar.
She was so angry that before she could stamp her feet, the middle-aged man grabbed her armpits and lifted her up.
It was like a child's hug again, and it spun around and landed on the ground.
Before Jiang Sheng could pout, he heard the middle-aged man say, "You're finally awake. Today the Jiang family is going to Famen Temple to worship their ancestors. Do you want to come with us?"
Jiang family, Famen Temple, worshiping ancestors.
She belatedly discovered that the middle-aged man in front of her was really General Jiang, his father with the beard.
"I haven't shaved it off in many years." Jiang Jizu touched his bare chin, feeling a little unaccustomed to it. "It was specially grown in order to frighten the army."
Now, just for a word from his daughter, he scraped her with a knife until midnight.
When I woke up in the morning, the jaws of the four guards were all shocked. I almost thought that the general had been attacked in the middle of the night, and the enemy soldiers did not hurt anyone but only shaved their beards.
Only Jiang Sheng pursed his lips, feeling both shy and moved. It took him a while to remember what he had just said, "Sacrifice to ancestors? What kind of sacrifice to ancestors?"
Jiang Jizu's smile faded and his eyes became sharp.
There is no ancestor worship.
This trip to Famen Temple is specially designed for the Liao family.
