Jiang Xianjun sent his two aunts to the main roadside at the entrance of the village before stopping.

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

But I couldn't stand my two aunts, especially my aunt, who had to pull his arm and talk to him all the way.

My aunt told me from time to time, asking him to persuade his mother to live a good life with his father and stop making trouble. When Gapo gets old, she can't stand it.

Jiang Xianjun is not young anymore. An 18-year-old young man can’t understand what he said?

My mother was abandoned by her family, just as everyone had 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, my mother will not be hungry, nor will she be desperate to go to other people. Of course, others will not let her join them."

In the end, Jiang Xianjun couldn't help it, and for the first time he showed his attitude to his two aunts.

The little aunt's hand was pulled back from his arm, and the kind smile on the eldest aunt's face gradually disappeared.

They also adjusted their attitude and said to him: "With your words, we will be relieved. We can have an explanation to your two uncles after we go back."

My aunt also said, "Our two families are still relatives. If your mother is willing to come back to see you, Gapo, we are still happy to greet you."

Jiang Xianjun nodded and stopped talking.

The two aunts brought what they should have, and they also had the promise they wanted, leaving with satisfaction.

When passing through the fifth room of Lao Yang's family, my aunt-in-law looked at the grand yard and sighed, and said regretfully: "My elder sister is in a blessing and doesn't know how to be blessed. If she doesn't make trouble, we can be relatives with such a grand family. Now, she's gone and she's covered in sao."

My aunt looked around and saw that in the roadside wherever she saw, except for Damo and Xiaoqinjia, the other houses were more elegant than the other, especially the 'Luo Family' with two gold-plated characters written on the lintel.

"Oh, we don't have that fate. Don't look at it, let's go!"

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He was obviously very worried and was afraid of meeting the people from the Old Yang family, but Jiang Xianjun couldn't help but look at the fifth room several times.

Until I felt like a thief, sneaky, I sighed and turned back.

A figure came up from under the pond, carrying a basket, and there were several pieces of lotus roots that were washed and drained.

"Qing, Sister Qing'er."

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

Yang Ruoqing didn't pay attention to Jiang Xianjun because she was thinking about Luo Baobao's affairs in her mind.

Calculate the day, that girl should be on her way back, and hopes that the waterway will be smooth all the way.

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

This surprised her a little.

"Haha, it's you, why are you standing here? Could it be that they are here to block our Mianmian again?" Yang Ruoqing asked with a smile. It was obviously a joke, but Jiang Xianjun felt that there was a knife hidden in her smile and danger buried in her voice.

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

Jiang Xianjun drooped his head and carefully explained to Yang Ruoqing why he appeared here.

Yang Ruoqing deliberately elongated the "Oh" sound and walked forward with a basket on her shoulder.

When she passed Jiang Xianjun, she stopped and said in a voice that only two people could hear: "If you don't have the ability to protect Mianmian, don't bother her anymore. I like it or hurt her. I'm just thinking that you are a filial son, so I kindly remind you a few words, don't look for Mianmian anymore, otherwise you will be in 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, Uncle Wu and the cousins ​​of the Old Yang family will not give him good fruit.

In addition, the young people who are longing for others in this village will not be polite to Jiang Xianjun.

As for Yang Ruoqing herself, she would not do anything to Jiang Xianjun easily, unless he had a 'unfair idea' to Mianmian, then she would definitely take action to protect Mianmian.

This is the bottom line. She will not take action easily before touching the bottom line, and it will be crushing if she takes action.

Yang Ruoqing walked into the gate of Luo's yard, and Jiang Xianjun was still frozen in place as if he was lit by Kuihua's acupoint.

It was not until his uncle's daughter-in-law, his cousin-law, came over to see him shouting from afar, that was, he came to Liuxi and saw him shouting from afar, and then came to his senses.

After talking to his cousin's wife for a few perfunctory words, he ran home in a busy head, and there was no black smoke coming out of the chimney in the kitchen.

Jiang Xianjun felt nervous. Could it be that my mother was losing her temper and fell into the spatula and went back to the house to sleep?

He rushed into the west room, his bedding was folded neatly, and the bedding on the small shop he made on the temporary shop was also folded neatly (Jing's mother has been sleeping in his west room these days, and he gave the bed to his mother and built a shop next to him.)

Isn't the person here? Did he run out in anger?

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

He hurriedly pushed open the door of the east room.

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

A big veil was surrounded by my father's chin and he was eating egg custard.

My mother was sitting sideways beside the bed, feeding it to her father's mouth spoon by spoon, and asked from time to time: "Is it salty?"

Dad said, "It's coming."

My mother smiled, picked up the handkerchief on her legs and wiped the egg foam on her father's beard, "Your beard is long, I'll sharpen the scissors to repair it for you to fix it."

Dad said 'yes'.

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

Not to mention the scene like this now, I have never seen it even when my parents hadn’t quarreled!

Only my father will take my mother's foot wash, and I will be scolded if I pinch my shoulders and massage my back. How have I seen my mother serve my father like this?

"Is your son back? Are your aunt and the others gone?"

When Jiang's father saw Jiang Xianjun, he greeted him.

Jiang Xianjun nodded, entered the room, stood by the bed and watched Jiang's mother feed all the egg custard to Jiang's father, and she had the urge to cry.

"Breakfast is in the pot, you can eat it with a little tea."

Jiang's mother and Jiang Xianjun gave this order, got up and sent the bowl to the kitchen.

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

"Dad, did you feed you? Are you talking to you? Am I dreaming?" he asked excitedly.

Father Jiang smiled embarrassedly, "Don't mention you, even I feel like I'm dreaming, but my mouth smells of sesame oil. Hey, God opens my eyes, your mother is changing her temper!"
Chapter completed!