During the banquet, Mao Xiang took out fifty yuan from his arms and handed it to Sour Xing. --Phoenix-Dance-Literature-Learning-Net--He said, I don't know that today is a big day for the people, and there is nothing to make a congratulatory gift. Just this little money, you must take it.

Sour Xing and others have never seen such a heavy gift money, so they resolutely don't want it.

Mao Xiang said, uncle, if you want to save face for your nephew, take it. If I don't give this face, I won't be able to drink this wine today, so I'll leave.

Sour apricot was embarrassed for a long time, but still took it.

The amount of alcohol is surprisingly large. Glass after glass of wine is poured smoothly into the stomach, just like drinking cold water. Maolin also wanted to exert his might, like Guan Maosheng, and poured him down. Don't you know, Mao Xiang didn't have anything to do, but he himself was drunk and messed up, and was half-dragged home by Guoqing and Jing'er.

At night, the Maosheng family and Maoxiang sat in a warm pot house and chatted.

In fact, this kind of small talk started from embarrassment, and gradually rose a little warmth. --Phoenix-Dance-Literature-Learning-Net--Finally, it ended in a rather satisfying atmosphere.

Regarding the emotional entanglement between Maosheng and Maoxiang, it is difficult to explain it clearly in one or two sentences. Just like the relationship between bone and flesh and blood, they exist independently, and Chu and Han stand together, and they are clearly distinguished. But there is a vein running through it, closely linking the two together and becoming an inseparable one. Among them, the grievances are difficult to understand, and if you want to talk about it, you can't stop it.

Mao Xiang owes Mao Sheng and Xylophone too much, so much that it is difficult to tell in words. Otherwise, Muqin would not have left his hometown, abandoned his relatives and life in the metropolis in Nanjing, and was willing to return to this small mountain village behind the Yin Mountain with the man to suffer and suffer. Of course, there will be no xylophone at the peak of its ambitious career. However, seeing Mao Xiang appear in front of him so embarrassed, compassion also arises spontaneously. After all, he is his own brother, and he is the father of the apricot boy who regards him as his own. This kind of complex emotion of looking ahead and looking backwards and stabbing in the back and hurting the heart has been tormenting Mao Sheng and Xylophone. For a while, the two of them didn't know how to grasp their own proportions and mentality. It depends on the size and generosity of Maosheng and Xylophone. What's more important is that it depends on how Mao Xiang takes the initiative to communicate and hand over with his brother and sister-in-law.

It should be said that in this regard, both sides have made certain efforts and made maximum concessions. In this way, there was a good start that was recognized and accepted by both parties that night.

The embarrassing scene that night began when Apricot entered the house.

Throughout the day, Zhong'er and Xingzi have been out wild. When he was hungry and thirsty, he ran to the sour apricot pot house, stuffed a stomach full of good food and rice, and then ran out and continued to spread wild with a group of cubs. Mao Xiang's arrival, Xingzi didn't know anything. It wasn't until it was dark and the two of them were crazy and tired that they ran back to their courtyard and prepared to go to bed.

When the two stepped into the pot house, Muqin and the others sat sullenly, and it was an uncomfortable moment when they were speechless. When Apricot entered the house, he went to tease the golden leaf. He also handed a rough bunny carved out of ice cubes to Gold Leaf to play with. Jin Ye immediately shouted. She held the ice rabbit to show off to everyone, and handed it to Mao Xiang to covet him. At this time, Xingzi found out that there was an extra person in the family, a person who was very similar to herself.

Mao Sheng hurried to break this embarrassing situation. He said to Xingzai, this is your father, call your father.

Xingzi was stunned for a moment, and replied, Master, whose father is he?

Mao Sheng said, it's your own father, why don't you call it.

Xingzi looked at the stranger in front of him who was staring at him nervously and greedily, and replied, I don't have a father, I have a father and a mother. Mother, I think I drank too much and said drunk.

At this time, tears the size of beans rolled out of Mao Xiang's eyes. Tears trickled down the wrinkled bronzed cheeks, through the stumble on the lips, and into the thick lips.

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