Old Man Mu saw Maosheng's mood at this time. He deliberately shifted the conversation to his children's family and career, leaving Maosheng a chance to adjust his mentality and stabilize his emotions. Others also knew his father's intentions, and for the time being, he no longer took Maosheng as the center of the conversation, which could give Maosheng a time to breathe. At this point, Mao Sheng was full of deep gratitude to the old father-in-law, and felt that he was just like his own father. Although he didn't have much impression of his father, who went out early and passed away later.

The reunion dinner at noon was very lively, and laughter and laughter flew to every corner of the house.

Old Man Mu took out a bottle of Moutai wine that had been treasured for many years, which caused the younger brother of Muqin to follow suit. He shouted bluntly, Dad is too partial, and he hasn't taken it out for a few of us to drink for so many years, and he has to wait for his brother-in-law to come before he shows it. His words were accompanied by a chorus of approval. It is said that the old man is so eccentric that he is outrageous, is there anything good to hide, and if he doesn't take it out together, he will start rummaging. The old lady Mu kept laughing and scolding, and she couldn't close her mouth with joy.

The old couple made an exception and drank some red wine, and several sisters and concubines also drank a few glasses. The xylophone brothers and brother-in-law pestered Maosheng and didn't finish pestering, persuading him one by one, forcing him to drink glass after glass. One bottle of Moutai was quickly drunk, and two more bottles of liquor were opened. After the bottle was cleared, a bunch of beers were served. This is Maosheng's first beer tasting. There is a strange smell in the muddy soup at the end of the day, and it is extremely difficult to swallow. He didn't dare to say that he didn't want to drink this muddy juice with a bunch of foam, so he was so drunk that he couldn't even hold his chopsticks.

Next, Mao Sheng seemed to have fallen into a wine vat, and was pulled by several brothers and sisters of the xylophone in turn, rushing in and out of some high-style hotels on the street. Maosheng, who had also lived in Nanjing for several years, saw all the foreign scenery for the first time and ate enough delicious food that he had never heard of. The changes in the city of Nanjing are unimaginable to Maosheng. Not only is the street full of pedestrians and all kinds of vehicles flowing endlessly, but the high-rise buildings on both sides of the street also make him unable to distinguish between east and west, north and south.

Xylophone, like Maosheng, lamented from the bottom of his heart that the city of Nanjing has changed so much and the world has changed so fast. I was like an antique that had just been unearthed, deeply shocked and stunned by the scene in front of me. The city that originally belonged to itself and the living environment that belonged to it was abandoned and forgotten by the urban home that gave birth to it. Only deep in my heart, there is still a trace of immortal memory. Now, even this pitiful memory has been crushed, weathered, and dried up with the hustle and bustle of the city with a strange face and a gesture of rejecting people thousands of miles away.

As the days passed, the xylophone also involuntarily changed its mood and feelings. From the depression along the way at the beginning, to the joy when she saw her family, to the sadness that suddenly surged up in the past few days, and gradually she had the longing for Xinghua Village thousands of miles away, which made her seem to have gone through a long journey of life, and experienced a fragile and difficult emotional torture and experience.

The family thought that the two of them were purely going back to the city to visit relatives. They led them around all the big and small scenic spots, and had a great time. They also strongly encouraged the two of them to go back and move the whole family here, and the whole family was reunited. Even children's schools and adults' jobs have been considered. Maosheng has always been thinking about Xinghua Village, where he has lived for generations. He was worried that the xylophone would be persuaded by his family to give up the shabby mountain village and respond to his family's retention and commitment. Behind his back, he tried his best to persuade the xylophone to go back quickly. [End of Chapter]