Generational Marriage

,cough! What are you talking about? So happy? Master Lin San coughed. He walked in staggeringly, seeing Wu Xiang blaming him, the more he looked at him, the more he liked it, and even looking at Lin Jinrong felt more pleasing to the eye than usual.

Lin Jinrong got up and gave up his seat, and poured him a cup of tea: "I'm talking about Yang Mo."

"Yang Mo?" Master Lin San only met Yang Mo twice, and couldn't remember this person. After thinking for a long time, a vague face appeared in his mind, and he asked Wu Xiang, "It's from your uncle's house. Right?"

Wu Xiang smiled and nodded: "Exactly."

Master Lin San touched his moustache on his lips and rolled his eyes twice: "I remember that she used to live in your house in the past?" Wu Xiang nodded again: "Mother does not have a daughter and loves her very much, so she often takes her to live with her."

When Wu Xiang talked about Yang Mo, his expression was joyful and his tone was affectionate. Master Lin San saw it clearly, and hurriedly tapped and said: "I remember she is about the same age as A Rong, although it is not very far from Jiangnan to Pingzhou, but Recently, she's a little girl going back and forth, the road is not easy, right? She often lives in your house, her parents are willing?" In fact, what he wanted to ask was, did Yang Mo have a marriage? Will it be given to Wu Xiang?

I'm sick. Wu Xiang is so concerned about the private affairs of the little girl. Wu Xiang saw Master Lin San’s thief and pierced the casserole. He didn’t like it since then, frowning and said perfunctorily: "1 is okay? "Master Lin San asked again: "Will she come to live with you this time?" Wu Xiang was even more impatient: "I don't know."

Lin Jinrong hurriedly said: "Father" is here, shall we have dinner? "You can’t eat and sleep. Master Lin San has been educated since he was a child, but he is not like that today. He is unprecedentedly interested in Wu Xiang. He asks this for a while, asks that for a while, and also persuades Wu Xiang to eat and please. The meaning of wooing is too clear. Dow looked at him several times, but he didn't feel anything.

Wu Xiang was accustomed to being touted by people in the past," he didn't think so at first, but Master Lin San did it too obviously, and then he felt a little weird at the embarrassing and weird expressions of Shanglin Jinrong and Dow, and took a few bites. So he put his chopsticks, and said that he was full, got up and went out.

Master Lin San didn't realize it, and told Dow: "It's just when the body is long and bones. Why do you want to eat such a small amount? Is it not suitable for the stomach? You ask people to ask what he likes to eat."

Anyway, try to get it to him. "

Dow didn’t know what he was thinking. He instinctively thought that he was going to please Xinke Jieyuan, so he frowned and said, “The conditions were difficult on the way, and someone from his home stove followed. What he can do has already been done. What can be done? If he says he wants to eat fresh fish and shrimp, where do you tell me to change it to him?"

Master Lin San raised his eyebrows: "Women, what do you know?! Even if you can't change it, what should you do to ask? Will he be so ignorant?"

His voice is not so small, he is not afraid of the people outside the Lin family hearing it. "Dow is extremely annoyed, but he can't help it, so he called Mama Gong: "Go and ask, what is Wu Er Shao like to eat? Do it for him. "

Master Lin San was satisfied now. He glanced at Lin Jinrong, who was immersed in the meal, and said earnestly to Dow, "That's right." It's always good to be more concerned. I will talk to him about poetry later, so as not to be lonely on the way. "Lin Shenzhi again said: "Don't patronize and eat, and learn from your second brother Wu..." Choose a son-in-law to get a scholar. Wu Xiang, a scholar, must be hand-in-hand. If you get this son-in-law, look at Dafang and Erfang. Dare to look down on him?

Lin Shenzhi held the bowl and swallowed a mouthful of rice, and replied listlessly, "Oh.

When Dow saw Lin Shenzhi like this, he couldn't help but glared at Master Lin San in disgust, and wanted to say what qualifications do you have to talk about poetry with others? But I was afraid of arguing and showing jokes to outsiders, so I had to endure it.

Talking about poetry? Couldn't he see that Wu Xiang was impatient with all his contempt and perfunctory?

Lin Jinrong felt a sense of powerlessness, and sighed heavily. He suddenly felt full, and he couldn't eat the remaining half bowl of rice.

But when Wu Xiang went outside, he saw that Lin Shiquan had a big bowl and followed a few stewards sitting outside at a small square table to eat, and he asked, "Aquan, why don't you go in and have breakfast with us?"

Lin Shiquan smiled slightly: "I have something to do. I didn't go in if I delayed for a while because it would disturb your meal." No one likes to be pierced with nose and eyes. It's okay. He doesn't want to wobble in front of Master Lin San. For the question of eating, who should I eat with?

Wu Xiang thought of Master Lin San’s intractable energy, and couldn't help showing a smile like a heart leader: "Then you eat slowly and eat more." Then he winked at the dye ink who was squatting aside to eat. "1 Take out some chestnut cakes and hibiscus cakes, and make a pot of good tea."

Stained ink said strangely: "Master, are you not full? But the food doesn't suit your stomach.?"

Wu Xiang nodded: "Yes, it's too bad."

Before she finished her words, she listened to Mama Gong smiling behind her: "Second Young Master, my wife asked the old slave to ask you what you want to eat, so that someone can do something else."

Wu Xiang still understands this kind of sophistication, and hurriedly turned around and smiled: "No more, Aunt Xie, I'm full, full."

Mother Shit persuaded: "Don't be polite..."

Wu Xiang hurriedly waved his hand: "You're welcome, you're welcome, I just want to eat some chestnut cake. I have it in my car."

Mama Shit had no choice but to say two more polite words, and went to get Dow's reply.

Wu Xiang got into his car, fell on the cushion, reached out to take the chestnut cake that Yanmo handed over, and took a brutally bite.

Ranmo said strangely: "Young Master, look at Sister Fang who made you the crispbone fish. How can you find it unpalatable?" The young master was stubborn and accustomed to eating Sister Fang's meals at home. When going out, his wife specially asked Sister Fang to cook his favorite meals for him. Sister Fang made enough preparations before going out. If he didn't even eat that, it would be really impossible.

Wu Xiang said dejectedly: "It's not that it's not bad, it's that it's hard to eat."

Dyeing ink is even stranger: "Why?"

Wu Xiang said, "I can't eat the face of someone. It's too noisy" and asked everything. "Ran Mo, who followed him since he was young, was quite naughty, so he amused him: "Let the little one guess who it is?" Ah, is it this? "Three thumbs were stretched out.

Wu Xiang smiled and kicked it over: "Go, go, little bastard, nonsense." In the past, he only listened to the elders in the family saying how Master Lin San was not a good, but now it seems that he is not only a bad one, but he won't look at people. I hate it, thanks to Lin Jinrong's sister and brother not being so unpleasant.

Ranmo knew that he was right by looking at his expression, so he gave an idea: "If the young master doesn't like eating with his family, he will say that he is tired at night, and he wants to stay in the room to rest and avoid food, Lin San Madam will let Sister-in-law Fang cook it for you. Um, what to eat is not a matter of yours?"

Wu Xiang kicked him lightly again: "Little bastard, you don't know about the Lord? You want to teach it?" Ran Mo exaggeratedly dumped into the carriage and shouted, "Master, you just chant. ."

"Cough" My nephew, I was lonely on the way, we just happened to discuss, whose poems do you like...

......" "Master Lin San has not arrived, the voice has arrived.

Endless? Wu Xiang extremely impatiently threw the chestnut cake in his hand out of the window, and said loudly: "1 is stuffy in the car, I want to ride a horse." He got out of the car, completely ignoring Master Lin San, and turned away from the other direction. Walked over and shouted: "Dyeing ink" dyeing ink, come and prepare my horse for Master! "

Master Lin San stood in a daze for a while, hot from the bottom of his neck, his face was red, and he felt that the people standing around were looking at him with weird eyes, he flicked his sleeves and furiously. I got my car on the ground. what? After a test of Xie Yuan, the whole body is only doubled? Something that is not respectable!

Wu Xiang was very relieved. He laughed, hitting his horse and drove forward, which attracted a group of stewards from the Lin family to catch up. Asking him to be like Master Lin San is almost the same as killing him. One offense is enough" to save trouble later.

When Dow heard Mama Gong's words about this, he felt that Master Lin San deserved his own humiliation, and felt shameless: "This kid is a little too arrogant, and he doesn't spare a bit of mercy. It’s really embarrassing to face him. "Master Lin San is no longer a weapon." You shouldn’t give him face in front of the next person. This is because he doesn’t give face to the Lin family, and she loses face. Tao's heart is a little weak. Just want to bring people to the ground smoothly, even if you are on business.

Mother Gong smiled and persuaded: "Mrs." He is still young and only knows how to read. "I don't know what to do. Why do you care about him?" "Don't care." Dow shook his head slightly, and his mood became more and more depressed: "His family is not as good as others. It’s no wonder to be looked down upon by others. I don’t look at the face of the Wu family, but also look at the face of his sister-in-law.”

Lin Jinrong sat in the corner and looked out the window blankly, speechless for a moment.

In the evening, everyone stopped to rest and the food was ready. Tao ordered someone to invite Wu Xiang to have dinner. Wu Xiang was indeed ordered to dye the ink to confess his crime. He said that he was tired and wanted to rest in the room. Master Lin San snorted coldly, and Tao knew what was going on in his heart, and simply asked someone to make another copy and send it to his room, so he didn't bother about it anymore.

Lin Jinrong only felt unspeakably tired, and lay down early after eating. When I woke up, it was already the sky. As usual, I went to set up the dining table and asked Lichee to invite Wu Xiang to eat. When the Lichee came back, he whispered: "Wu Er Shao got up early and has eaten."

Master Lin San's face sank again, he sneered, and said in a weird way: "Your sister-in-law's nephew is really noble, despise us. What is it! I want to see what he can become in the end? What a talent? Talent or morality is not a thing as usual."

Dow remained silent, and gave Lin Shenzhi a chicken leg, and said, "Eat well and grow up quickly."

Lin Jinrong finished eating first, and got up to see if the maidservants had packed all the bits and pieces used by her and Dow in the car. After the inspection, I saw Litchi handing over a book: "Girl, this is what Wu Er Shao asked the servant to give you, saying that it is the travel note you want. I turned it out last night, but you are already asleep... If you want to see something else, remember to tell him." Lin Jinrong weighed the book, was silent for a long time, smiled, and handed it to the lychee: "You put it away for me, and I will ask you when I want to see it. Yes." Why bother? It's better to go with the flow.