Generational Marriage

Lin Yuzhen walked out of the Juxian Pavilion and rushed forward with anger. Madam Fang glanced at each other, and reluctantly caught up with her: "Madam, it's dark, go slower." She didn't dare to persuade her other words.

Lin Yuzhen refused to listen, walked back to the yard in one breath, and said sternly: "Prepare me pens, inks and papers." She originally planned to discuss with Mrs. Lu, in this case, she stopped discussing, and wrote directly to Lin Jinrong. Bring Yi Lang back.

The wind picked up little by little, whipping up the dust on the street, letting it go everywhere regardless. A thick layer of ash fell on the locust, elms, and willow trees on the street, and pedestrians half-covered their heads and faces, and moved forward quickly. However, the air was so wet and heavy that even waiting for people to run under the eaves, the dark sky was torn by lightning. Then, the dull thunder sound mixed with soybean-sized raindrops smashed down the sky and the cold wind rolled. The rain was so popular that I couldn't breathe, I just wanted to hide it quickly.

In an instant, no one could be seen on the street, and there was only a cool translucent vastness between the sky and the earth.

The Fengle building is still feasting, warm and cozy. Mei Baoqing stood in front of the window in the third floor of the South Building and leaned down to look down. In the courtyard downstairs, a durian flower was trembling by the wind and rain, and it was red. The ground was covered with dust, and it was really miserable.

Lu Yan sat behind him, calmly waiting for him to reply.

Mei Baoqing turned around: "It seems that this pomegranate will not bear fruit this year. It's so pitiful."

Lu Yan's eyelashes moved, and he put on a plain and gentle expression: "This is an unpredictable situation, and it is destined."

Mei Baoqing said: "It could have been avoided. If it were mine, I would build a shed for it in advance, so why not be afraid of wind and rain?"

Lu Yan's eyes suddenly lit up, and his voice was cold and sharp: "Heaven and earth beget everything, and only the heaven and the earth can dominate it. Even if it has escaped a wind and rain by chance, I don't know when it will be struck by lightning. ?"

This is the bottom line. This man's self-esteem is really strong. Mei Baoqing laughed, walked to the opposite of Lu Yan and sat down... whispered: "Don't think too much. I have no other meaning."

Lu Yan looked at him indifferently: "If you don't say much, of course I won't think about it."

Crab eyes appeared in the Huishan Spring burning on the small red clay stove next to it. Mei Baoqing held his sleeves in one arm and the pot in the other... elegantly pouring water into the precious Yuezhou secret-colored celadon lamp, accompanied by a few bright jasmine With the green leaf buds rotating up and down, the fragrance smells.

Mei Baoqing's face was slightly intoxicated, and he took a breath, pushed the tea in front of Lu Yan, and whispered: "That's great. I really hate tuancha.

Although a catty of Xiaolongtuan tea costs two taels of gold, in my eyes... it is really not as good as this. I don’t know which kind of tea Mrs. Zun likes for making tea? "

Lu Yan frowned slightly, and he was very reluctant to answer Mei Baoqing's question. However, there was nothing offensive about Mei Baoqing's remarks, so he passed on with a perfunctory "um".

Mei Baoqing seemed to have not noticed his perfunctory, and continued to earnestly said: "I went to the tea shop opened by Mrs. Zun in Pingzhou. I heard that she loves tea and all kinds of operas... She is also a master, and she will treat me if she wants to. If you are interested in this way, maybe Minxing can tell her...let her try."

"Yeah." Lu Yan said perfunctorily again. He obviously came to reject Mei Baoqing-although that kind of statement is very euphemistic, rejection is rejection. After listening to him, Mei Baoqing kept lying in front of the window watching the rain and the durian flowers downstairs. The sentence that the pomegranate could not bear fruit was clearly a threat, but now he came to talk to him about the tea ceremony.

Mei Baoqing smiled, took a sip of the tea in her hand in silence, looked up at the white rain and mist outside the window, and said in a deep voice, "Although I am not talented... but in recent years, I have rarely been rejected by people, so I feel a little bit in my heart. Not happy. If you refuse, no matter how well you say it, you also refuse. You look down on me."

Seeing that he was finally on the right point, Lu Yan heaved a sigh of relief and said with a smile: "Can I also say that you looked down on me first?" What you do to me, I do to you... Maybe I can't beat you. , The power is not as big as yours, but from the bottom of your heart, you look down on me, and of course I can look down on you.

Mei Baoqing tapped his finger on the Luotian table and slowly smiled: "Okay, you are right. I didn't come to associate with you with the intention of making friends. Of course I can't be with you. If you are a friend, it is a business talk. So, how about we make friends?"

Lu Yan said earnestly, "It depends on what kind of friends the trial brother wants to make."

Mei Baoqing said, "What kind of friends are there?"

Lu Yan said: "A friend can also be called a friend in general, and a confidant can also be called a friend. And the so-called true friend is not just what you can do."

Mei Baoqing raised his eyes: "Like doing business, reputation is not built up suddenly, but gradually accumulated bit by bit. Does that mean?"

"Yes. I want to introduce Brother Mingxian as a confidant suddenly, Brother Mingxian must not believe it." Lu Yan nodded and smiled, and raised his teacup to Mei Baoqing.

Mei Baoqing raised the tea cup and said with a smile: "Okay."

Neither of them continued to discuss this issue in depth, nor did Lu Yan ask how he would deal with the Lu Family's affairs, even though Lu Yan desperately wanted an affirmative answer.

The pouring rain gradually turned into a patter of light rain. The rain filaments were shining brightly by the brilliant lights outside Fengle Building, like spider silk spit out, sticking and damp. Lu Yan pulled the oil coat on his body, walked by the pomegranate tree that was torn to the ground by wind and rain, and looked at the branches specially. There are a few green fruits left on the branches, and it is vaguely visible that they grow very strong. If the wind and rain remove other fruits, they will grow bigger.

Lu Yan turned around and looked at the private room on the third floor of the South Building. The light was still there, and Mei Baoqing stood there waving at him. Even though he couldn't see Mei Baoqing's expression through the rain and fog at night, he thought that Mei Baoqing's expression must be lonely and lonely. According to Mei Baoqing's two definitions of a person, this person probably has no real friends, only partners, and only needs and unwanted relationships. Intuitively, he felt that he should be luckier or happier than Mei Baoqing.

Long ago, a buddy eagerly led the horse over, and Lu Yan turned on the horse and ordered Longevity: "Let's go."

The thin raindrops fell on the lush grape leaves, and then gathered into large drops of raindrops. When the grape leaves could no longer bear its weight, they dropped with a "click" and hit Lu Yan. In his neck, he shuddered uncontrollably.

He reached out to wipe the rain from his neck and raised his eyes to look straight ahead. There was a warm light from Lin Jinrong's room. Just looking at it, he felt that the coldness on his body had disappeared a lot.

He gently lifted the curtain and saw Lin Jinrong holding Yi Lang standing in front of the window watching the rain, talking to Yi Lang lowly: "Baby, this is rain, it's raining, listen, the rain falls on the grape leaves... "Her expression is quiet and soft, and her eyes are soft and watery. Yi Lang lay quietly on her elbows, watching her intently and smiling, opening her mouth to the largest extent without reservation, revealing her small pink gums. I yelled.

Lu Yan couldn't help smiling. He couldn't bear to interrupt the scene in front of him. He just stood in front of the door quietly and looked at the mother and son quietly. Cherry and Dou'er, who were waiting on the side, saw him. Just about to make a sound, he gently waved them to retreat. From beginning to end, his eyes never looked away from Lin Jinrong's mother and son.

There were more people in the room, even if Lin Jinrong was a little fascinated, he soon discovered that something was wrong. She looked back at Lu Yan and smiled at him: "Are you back? Isn't you wet?" Then she picked Yi Lang up to face him and said softly, "Yi Lang, Daddy is back."

Lu Yan walked over, bent his head and kissed Yi Lang's little cheek lovingly, and kissed Lin Jinrong's hand by the way: "A Rong, it's nice to see you two when you go home."

There was a chill on his face, Yi Lang closed his eyes uncomfortably, tilted his head, and hid in Lin Jinrong's arms.

"Dare to dislike me?" Lu Yan couldn't help but kissed him loudly on the cheek again. Yi Lang was a little impatient, but he didn't shrink his mouth. Lin Jinrong said amused: "Let's change your clothes first, wash and then come back."

Lu Yan noticed that she was wearing a new rouge-colored gauze, her waist was tied out, and her lips were smeared, making her beautifully dressed. Unable to move his heart, there was a small hand that kept scratching in his heart. Before he could think about it, he had already encircled Lin Jinrong's waist and whispered, "I don't want to move at this time, what should I do?"

Lin Jinrong said tolerantly: "Then sit with us first."

Lu Yan circled her mother and son and walked to the couch, sitting next to Lin Jinrong, warming his hands in his arms before holding Yilang's little hand, and whispered: "Such a small hand, I don't know when grow up."

I don't know when I will grow up. Lin Jinrong lost consciousness for a moment, and then smiled: "Didn't you always say that you are worried about life and not long? It will be too fast for you to react."

"Really?" Lu Yan cuddled with her for a moment, and slowly talked to her about today's affairs: "He said first that I looked down on him and was a little angry, but then he said he wanted to make friends. But for such a person, it is also I can’t believe it at all."

Lin Jinrong said, "You didn't ask him, what exactly is Pingzhou planning?"

Lu Yan shook his head: "No. Anyway, you can see it soon."

Lin Jinrong is a little regretful, maybe there are other ways, but since Lu Yan chooses this way, let him do it. In short, it is impossible for him to survive his previous life. She softened her voice and changed the subject: "Today someone sent a letter from Wu Xiang and a baptism to Yilang. The letter is on your desk."

Lu Yan hurriedly said, "What did you give?"

Lin Jinrong smiled: "An eight-treasure yingluo collar. There are also two corners of good tea for me, and two boxes of good ink for you."

Lu Yan stroked his forehead and said with a smile: "His hands and feet are fast, I thought this letter would have to be received next month." Or, it would never be received. But looking at the situation at this time, it didn't seem like he was about to break the relationship. He wanted to read what Wu Xiang's letter said, but he couldn't bear to leave Lin Jinrong and Yilang in the end.

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