The eldest married as a merchant's wife

309 Chapter 1 Not Like the Old Face ([-])
How rich was the Mei family before?The whole house is built with high-quality huanghuali wood, the carvings on the door frames and window edges are made by the first craftsman in the capital, and the large characters on the door plaques in the hall are plated with real gold.It is also said that the glory in this world is the most ruthless and merciless. When it is given to you, it will be full of glory, but when it is taken back, it will be merciless.

The sound of "creaking creaking" came from Qingshi Long Street all the way to Wang Huacuo, and stopped at the fifth room.Stone lions stood coldly on both sides of the gate, and two servants stood quietly beside the stone steps. When they saw someone coming, they said: "Young master, you are back!"

The small round hat hangs down on the head, and the long black cloth dress is thin, and the voice echoes in the lonely empty alley, floating around, making people strange.

"Well, I'm back." Mei Xiaoyi was silent for a moment, stepped off the horse, and walked into the house with his robes brushing.

The garden is also luxuriant.

It was rainy in April, and the air was damp and dull. There were puddles at the edge of the flower bed in the corner. A few ants were climbing up the vine branches, climbing and climbing, and suddenly disappeared.Looking up along the line of sight, seeing the coffin-colored wheelchair on the attic on the second floor, the long-lost death breath returned in an instant—the semi-rigid body that had been carried by Han Sheng for more than ten years, that The dream of Honghong carrying her sweetheart in the wedding sedan chair, the brokenness of waiting in front of the porch on the wedding night and not waiting for her return——

"Eldest young mistress, our young master has watched you here for nine years...nine years!"

"Nine years—"

"Nine years—"

The old words scattered in all directions, as if seeing the scene where the handsome man carried her away from the door again, he couldn't help losing his mind.

Supported by Mrs. Zhou and Mrs. Ye, the old lady came out from the gray hall wall.Bing Waiwai couldn't stand still, and saw a jade-white figure standing on the blue bricks and white stones under the four-corner courtyard, that heroic figure was elegant, sassy and clear, like rebirth.The corner of his mouth trembled a little, and he murmured: "Is that my eldest grandson standing by the door?"

"Yi'er." The Buddha beads in Zhou's hand trembled slightly, and his voice was rarely raised half a sound.

Mei Xiaoyi was called back to his mind, and stared at it.The old man under the high hall is trembling and leaning on crutches. Don't go for a year, how can he be so old?
Unable to feel sad, she responded: "Grandmother, mother... the second aunt is here too. What happened at home, why is it so deserted?"

"Ah, it's the young master who is back!" Ship grinned, her laughter was always high-pitched, as if it was unreal.

The old lady's turbid tears fell all at once - since she went to sea in May last year, and now it has been more than a year, she has never received a word from the old lady, and she thought she hated her and refused to return, and she didn't want to come back.The legs are also healed.God opened my eyes.

"It's good to come back, as long as you are willing to come back. Come in and sit down." Wiping the corners of his eyes, he gestured for his grandson to approach with a cane.

The three little-footed women stood under the shadow of the high hall, desolate, bitter and helpless, and their former magnificence was nowhere to be found.Leaving aside the contempt and negligence that he has endured for more than ten years, Mei Xiaoyi finally felt compassion: "Okay."

(End of this chapter)