People are running for men, and Bai Mengyan is crying at the beginning

Is your beloved wife already a flower of tomorrow?

Hearing this poem from Father Bai, there was a sudden silence at the dinner table.

Bai Lu looked at Dad with wide eyes, as if asking, Dad, are you crazy? Where do you get such courage?

Xiang Long felt his scalp numb and asked for help. My father-in-law complained about my mother-in-law. What should I do?

Not to mention the person involved, Bai’s mother, whose originally kind face was already as gloomy as water. She put down her chopsticks and stared at Bai’s father quietly.

Father Bai didn’t notice it at first, after all, he drank a lot.

But soon, his sensitivity over the years still made him notice something unusual.

His neck turned slowly and unnaturally,

Then I saw Bai Mu’s expressionless face:

“Oh, so I’m already a thing of the past, right?”

Gudong!

Father Bai swallowed his saliva, feeling that this question was full of murderous intent. If he were not careful, this year might be the last birthday he would celebrate for his daughter.

But the poem has already been spoken, and now it’s no longer possible to go back on it. What should I do?

While he was anxious, Father Bai noticed Xiang Long beside him.

Wait, I can’t round out this poem, but Xiaoxiang is still very good.

The illness was so urgent that he went to the doctor. Father Bai didn’t think much and said immediately:

“Xiao Xiang, explain to your aunt what Asuka means, don’t let her misunderstand it!”

ah?

I explain?

Everyone in Xianglong was dumbfounded.

Tomorrow’s flowers are tomorrow’s flowers. It refers to outdated and useless things. It is often used as an object and has a derogatory meaning.

Especially when describing women, they often use the phrases “grow old” and “grow old” together to mean that no one will like a woman as she gets older.

Explanations related to ‘gone tomorrow’ quickly flashed through Xiang Long’s mind.

But of course he couldn’t say these things. Not only could he not say them, he had to reverse them.

Just for a moment,

Xiang Long felt like his head was getting big.

Uncle, you are my biological uncle, okay? Leave this arduous task to me?

If I don’t answer well, I will offend my future mother-in-law!

But facing Father Bai’s pleading eyes,

Can Xiang Long say no?

If he dares to take his head now, he will be kicked out immediately.

Seeing both Bai Mu and Bai Lu looking at him, Xiang Long knew that he could not delay any longer, so he could only stammer:

“Ah, cough, this… Actually, aunt did misunderstand uncle. Uncle definitely didn’t dislike aunt. Look at the last sentence, uncle still used ‘love wife’. If it meant dislike, how could he use ‘love’? ‘Where is this word, uncle?”

“Ah, yes, yes.”

Father Bai nodded repeatedly and looked at his wife with an apologetic smile.

“Oh, is it so?”

But Bai Mu obviously didn’t believe it easily and looked at her husband with some suspicion.

Father Bai’s body tensed, and then he put pressure on Xiang Long again smoothly:

“Come on, Xiaoxiang, stop being so pretentious and quickly tell your aunt the true meaning of this poem so that she can fully understand it.”

It’s me again?

Xiang Long was about to cry.

What does it really mean?

Is there any real meaning to this poem?

The real meaning is that you were drunk and suddenly said the wrong thing!

But does Xiang Long dare to speak his mind?

Of course not!

So, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and continue:

“Actually, Auntie, you misunderstood. This Asuka is actually not the Asuka you understand… He… Well, this is a bit of a long story. We have to start from the beginning – yes Auntie, do you know the origin of the flowers that have disappeared?”

“These four characters first came from a poem by Su Shi called “Nine Days Second Rhyme Wang Gong”. What is the background of this poem?”

“On the Double Ninth Festival of a certain year, Wang Gong first wrote a poem to Su Shi. Ancient literati, if you write me a poem, I will give you one in return, so Su Shi replied to Wang Gong with this combined poem.”

“The last two sentences of this poem are called ‘Don’t rush back when we meet, tomorrow the yellow flowers and butterflies will also be sad.'”

“What does that mean?”

“It’s the Double Ninth Festival. Let’s all drink and party together, just like we do today. What a happy day. Don’t leave in a hurry. Let’s enjoy the chrysanthemums and celebrate the Double Ninth Festival together.”

“Why can’t we leave in a hurry? Because after the Double Ninth Festival, there is no point in waiting until tomorrow to enjoy the chrysanthemums——”

Speaking of this, Xiang Long clapped his hands suddenly:

“Yes, this is what uncle meant!”

Huh!

Xiang Long suddenly startled the other three people.

Xiang Long couldn’t care about this anymore and said excitedly:

“Auntie, have you discovered it? In fact, when Su Dongpo first said “tomorrow’s yellow flowers”, although it also contained an outdated meaning, it was more to advise people to cherish time.

, to do the right thing at the right time, enjoy chrysanthemums on the Double Ninth Festival, eat rice dumplings on the Dragon Boat Festival, don’t wait until later to do it, it will be too late! ”

“Uncle, in his poem just now, said that Auntie is the flower of tomorrow. In fact, it has the same meaning as Su Dongpo. He is telling Auntie that he is a stubborn person… Well, Uncle, his love for you over the years is as unparalleled as in poetry. Change, and I hope that Auntie, your beloved wife, will not change either.”

“You two may be old, but so what?”

“As long as the love between you exists, and as long as you have the courage to express this feeling, it will always be the right time, it will never be too late, and Auntie, you will never be the flower of tomorrow!”

“More than twenty years ago, my uncle wrote you poems to express his feelings. More than twenty years later, doesn’t he still write poems to you to express his feelings?”

“Auntie, uncle is actually carefully expressing his love for you in this way!”

At the end of the day,

Even with his body strengthened by the super serum, Xiang Long felt like he was going to collapse.

Damn it, it’s really not human beings who tell lies!

After listening to Xiang Long’s analysis,

The three people at the table were also stunned.

In fact, everyone understands that Xiang Long is telling a lie, but just like someone who breaks a bowl during the New Year and says, “Peace every year,” what they want is this psychological comfort.

And, most importantly, does Xiang Long’s statement really seem to make sense?

suddenly,

Father Bai slammed the table and shouted excitedly:

“That’s right! That’s what I thought!”

He looked at his wife confidently: “Did you hear Xiaoxiang’s analysis? This poem contains my good intentions for you that have not changed for more than 20 years!”

“Go to hell.”

Bai Mu also had a smile on her face: “With good intentions, I think it was Xiaoxiang’s brain that saved you.”

Bai Lu also looked at Xiang Long with admiration, stretched out her thumb and sighed:

“Lili, you are absolutely amazing. Your mouth is really amazing. It would be a shame not to participate in the national debate competition.”

Xiang Long glanced at his girlfriend speechlessly, and then said to Bai Mu:

“Auntie, I really just expressed my uncle’s feelings hidden in the poem.”

“Okay, okay, I believe you can do it. Hurry up and eat some food. I’ll see how tired you are and how sweaty you are.”

Bai Mu smiled and picked up vegetables for Xiang Long.

Seeing his dying wife, Bai’s father was very satisfied with Xiang Long for “saving him from danger”, so he also took the initiative to give Xiang Long a piece of meat.

“Come on, Xiaoxiang, let’s eat some food.”

“Thank you uncle!”

Xiang Long was flattered and quickly stood up to thank him.

Seeing Xiang Long being so polite, Father Bai liked it even more. He got drunk and said with a smile:

“Xiao Xiang, I don’t think you should call me uncle.”

Not called uncle?

Xiang Long was stunned for a moment, then his face showed joy.

No, could it be that because of his good performance just now, he wanted to be recognized in advance and allowed himself to call him father-in-law?

Bai Lu on the side also looked shy, pretending not to care as she drank her drink, but her ears were already perked up, expecting her father’s explanation.

Bai Mu was also slightly surprised. Was she a little anxious to recognize Xiang Long so quickly?

While the three of them were waiting,

Father Bai forcefully patted Xiang Long on the shoulder:

“Yes, you should call me brother, Brother Bai!”