In a large house outside Huangjiabao in SH City, this is a large house with five entrances. It has a vermilion door with blue bricks and blue tiles. On the door there is a plaque with gold letters on a white background, which reads in four characters "Huangxian Wei Mansion". 》. The white background means that the owner of the family is a woman and has never married, so the white background is used. The gold characters are because the five families outside the Guan Dynasty respect gold.
In the side hall of the Immortal Hall in the middle of the big house, six people are discussing things in the side hall. To be precise, there are only two people discussing. One is the contemporary head of the Yue family, the other is the eldest elder and deacon of the Huang family, Mrs. Wei, and two The little girl was waiting on Old Mrs. Wei on one side. My parents were sitting on their knees and listening to the two of them talking. My dad was kneeling on Grandpa's side, and my mother was kneeling on Old Mrs. Wei's side. There was a small square table in the middle with a tea set on it. , there is a small stove next to it, and there is a small kettle on the stove. The small kettle is boiling vigorously, and a stream of steam spurts out from the spout, adding bursts of moisture to the room.
"It's been a long time since I sat down and chatted with my eldest brother Yue." Mrs. Wei sat cross-legged on the kang and gently picked up the teapot with her hands. Inside was freshly brewed hot tea. The fine Yunnan Pu'er was boiled by the hot tea. After a few rolls, it was the most interesting moment. Old Mrs. Wei, who was holding a teapot, wanted to pour tea into Grandpa's teacup.
"Master, let me do it." When my mother saw Mrs. Wei's actions, she quickly stood up and wanted to take the teapot and pour tea for her father-in-law for her master. The master was doing his job and the disciple was helping him. This is not the way to entertain guests. It's a faux pas.
"Seven years..." Grandpa picked up the empty teacup, handed it forward, stretched out his hand and sighed. The sharpness in his eyes had long since disappeared, and there were only infinite memories and emotions.
"No, I'm not old enough to drink tea yet." Mrs. Wei's eyes never left the teacup with her hand stretched out in front of her. She looked at the empty teacup and then looked at the bark-like skin on her hands. There was a shallow line on the skin. A shallow scar. This scar looked shallow, but it was very long, running through the entire palm and extending to the tiger's mouth.
"Yes, master." Mom sat down again and watched her master pour tea for her father-in-law.
"Brother Xin, are you okay, sister-in-law?" Mrs. Wei steadily filled Grandpa's teacup with tea. Probably because of his age, when he poured a glass of water, his face became a little rosy and his hands trembled slightly. (It should be because she is older, otherwise what could it be? Could it be that the old lady is shy and blushing? Impossible, it doesn’t exist, it’s impossible, I don’t believe it.) The above brackets are my complaints, maybe in the future will appear again.
"Hmm..." Grandpa brought the tea cup to his mouth and took a gentle breath. The rich aroma of black tea was accompanied by a hint of sweetness. Hearing Mrs. Wei's question, the old man's hand paused. After a while, he let out a faint hum.
"Then there is something wrong?" Mrs. Wei's eyes clearly lit up, her hand holding the tea cup stopped shaking, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of her mouth. The weasel (Huang Xian) beside the table was originally lazy. Lying on the kang, he suddenly seemed to feel something. He suddenly raised his head and looked at Old Mrs. Wei, with a pair of bright little eyes.
"It's still the same. You two have been fighting for half your life. It's time to take a break." Grandpa looked at Old Mrs. Wei who suddenly became energetic. He took a sip of tea, thought about it lightly, and then gently put down the teacup. As for my sister (the name of the Northeast Big Brother sister is very normal and seems affectionate), the grudges and grudges with my husband are always messy. The two of them were little sisters who grew up together. The relationship was very good at first, but later It's not that good. Speaking of which, it's Grandpa himself's fault. The relationship between the two women became worse and worse when he appeared.
"What makes me restless at such an old age is that I couldn't help but be excited when I heard the news about my old sisters." Mrs. Wei glanced at her grandfather with her eyes, and a slight smile appeared at the corner of her mouth, which seemed a little bit... It meant to be secretly happy, but from what I heard, it sounded a little different from this expression.
"For good black tea, you must put white sugar in it. It will skew the flavor." Grandpa drank up the hot tea in the teacup, put the teacup on the table, and pushed it forward with his fingers. (On the tea table, pushing the cup forward with your finger is to ask for refills of tea. So, grandpa is a very good person. He says no, but his body is very honest.)
"This is how the British drink it. Those gringos are quite interesting. There is sugar in this black tea, which makes it taste sweet. I originally wanted to add milk and honey, but I heard that Lin Mao can't smell the smell, so he just added it." Don't let go." After Mrs. Wei finished speaking, she looked at my father with very loving eyes, as if she were looking at her own nephew.
"Lin Mao, call me Auntie." Grandpa looked at Mrs. Wei, turned his head slightly, and stretched out his hand to signal his father to call Mrs. Wei.
"Auntie." Dad listened to grandpa's words, stood up, bowed slightly to Mrs. Wei, and called out respectfully.
"Don't listen to your father's nonsense, call me master." Mrs. Wei received a courtesy from her father, and then waved her hand to indicate that he would excuse himself and not be too polite.
"Hey..." Dad responded and sat cross-legged next to grandpa without saying a word. It felt like this was all the grievances of the older generation. It's better to shrink your neck and act like a quail. Don't mess with it. .
"Brother Xin, it's very difficult this time. These people are not good people. When your old man was able to defeat them in one fell swoop, it wasn't that they were too bad, but that your old man was too powerful. Remember when your old man broke into the Immortal Hall? , that is really majestic, my master was also angered to death by that beast, the master could not believe until his death that his most valued and promising son turned out to be a demon who planted the devil's flower." Mrs. Wei said while saying , while playing with the handle in his hand. In his hand was a topaz carved weasel handle. The old lady's eyes changed from hatred to pity. Especially when she talked about her master, there were still tears in her eyes. After all, the master had raised her since she was a child and taught her how to fight. It's all given to everyone.
"It's okay. You can contact the people who are willing to help our Yue family and tell them that the Yue family will remember a favor from them." Grandpa reached for the teapot and poured 80% of the tea into his cup. There was no expression on his face when he spoke. , as if he didn't say anything related to him. This attitude was quite like a face that was shaken by a mountain, but his expression remained unchanged.
"A lover has to come over to help you? Do you think simply, or is he cheap?" Old Mrs. Wei rolled her eyes after listening to her grandfather's words, although she knew that her brother Yue was not like what was said outside. A mediocre successor, but a person with deep holes in his belly and great things within him. But I can't say this. I really think that the Yue family is still the Yue family before. Now the Yue family really doesn't have much face to show off. The rest is mostly due to interests or other reasons. It is for these reasons that they are willing to help the Yue family.
"The Yue family has its own connections. It's not too troublesome to deal with these young people. It's easy to catch them. What I'm worried about is the people behind these people." Grandpa drank the tea in the cup in one gulp and looked at Mrs. Wei. His eyes became darker little by little.
