"Yang Qiao. Yang Yu walked up with a smile, sat next to Yang Qiao with a teacup in his hand, and when the teacup was put on the coffee table, he slapped Yang Qiao on the shoulder with a cold slap: "Say, what else can't you say in front of Dad?"

"What are you talking about?" The corners of Yang Qiao's mouth twitched: Dad, you can't do this diplomacy by throwing cigarettes, have you changed the tea? Your way of speaking in such a "big road" feels very unreliable......

Yang Yu naturally didn't know what Yang Qiao was thinking, he held the teacup to warm his hands, turned around and said, "Where did that mobile phone come from?" Tell my dad about it, and you should give me face." ”

His appearance is completely the style of the old-fashioned patriarch at home, but the question is, Dad, you usually have no status at home, and it is really good to suddenly change the style of painting?

Yang Qiao didn't speak, and watched Yang Yu continue to perform with a flat mouth.

So, Yang Yu, who originally wanted to exchange the image of "loving father" for Yang Qiao's cooperation, was embarrassed, and after a while, he helplessly lowered his head and drank a big sip of tea, shook his head, smiled bitterly, and stood up to leave.

It's so shameless, in front of his son, he has no authority at all as a father.

This is related to his character, he is gentle and introverted, he usually listens to his wife Liu Xiaolian at home, and has never had the idea of "turning over as a serf and singing". Although he is the number one in the department, he is also sincere and has never used his identity to oppress people.

It is his character as a good old man, so in the hospital, he is pleasing to the eye from top to bottom, even if he is not promoted, there is nothing to suppress.

However, Yang Yu's character is slightly insufficient at home and in front of his son.

"Dad. Yang Qiao stretched out his hand and pulled Yang Yu, who had just stood up, back to his side and sat down, "Dad, I'll tell you honestly about that mobile phone...... It was sent by someone, but I don't want to say who sent it, please believe me, I certainly didn't do anything bad. ”

Yang Yu looked back at his son with some surprise.

If Liu Xiaolian was present, she would definitely be unable to help but continue to ask, such as who sent it, and why did people send you such a valuable mobile phone?

But Yang Yu didn't, he just looked at it fixedly for a while, and then reached out and patted Yang Qiao's shoulder hard: "I believe you." ”

Just three simple words.

This is the Father, and as long as he says it, he believes it. Yang Qiao's heart was warm, and he smiled stupidly at Yang Yu.

The two of them sat down again, but they didn't continue, but a tacit understanding that silence was better than sound.

Yang Yu drank tea one after another, while Yang Qiao sat next to his father, doing nothing, enjoying the tranquility of his father's side.

Feeling Yang Yu's trust in him, he relaxed all over.

"That's right, Yang Qiao. ”

"What?"

"Did you steal my key last time?"

"Uh......"

Yang Qiao's expression froze, as if he had been pointed.

"You owe me an explanation for the key. Yang Yu hugged the big teapot and continued.

"Dad......" Yang Qiao looked at him, and wrote a big word "embarrassment" on his face, isn't this matter all over, how can he bring up the old thing again.

"Okay, okay, dad won't ask, but ...... You smell of wine......"

Yang Qiao almost didn't slide under the coffee table, and the honest and honest father in his impression actually changed at this moment and became so "cunning".

Yang Yu looked at his son and smiled: Don't think you can jump out of Dad's Five Finger Mountain, Dad doesn't care, it's not that he can't help you.

"Dad. Yang Qiao looked pained, covered his head and slowly raised his head, and said to Yang Yu in a low voice: "Speaking of which...... Last time, I saw you take the passbook and withdraw money and lend it to Sister Yao......"

Burst!

Yang Yu was choked on a sip of tea and coughed repeatedly, and his son was countered by his army.

"Ahem, this ...... Don't tell your mom. ”

"Okay, then let's not talk about any of us. Yang Qiao whispered at him and bit his ear.

"Whatever you say is what you say. Yang Yu's forehead was sweating, and his heart was very awkward, even in front of those people in the office, he didn't turn over and pinch his feet with his backhand like his son.

When did this kid become so powerful?

"Yang Qiao, come over here. Liu Xiaolian's voice came from the room.

Yang Qiao's heart tightened, he knew that this was his mother who was going to talk to him, and he had to face it after all.

Dad is still good at "fooling", Mom's ...... Only God knows.

After all, in any case, the local tyrant gold mobile phone is a hurdle that cannot be bypassed.

Yang Yu watched his son stand up, just like his own, his green face was full of helplessness, and he felt the same in his heart. In this family, the most powerful one is Liu Xiaolian, who has been accustomed to his wife's strength over the years, and now it seems that his son will be like himself in the future, and he can't let go in front of girls.

His thinking is relatively open, his brain hole is not ordinarily big, and from now on he can think of the problem of his son getting along with girls in the future.

Yang Qiao walked into the room and saw that the floor-to-ceiling windows were halfway open, the light gauze curtains were blown by the wind, gently raised, and the sunlight fell into the room through the thin spills, mottled with light and shadow.

Mother Liu Xiaolian is sitting sideways in front of the bed, the sun reflecting her face, the outline is bright and soft, like a beautiful oil painting.

At this moment, Yang Qiao seems to see her mother when she was young through time.

At that time, she was more slim, and she didn't have the white hair she has now.

The years have taken away her youthfulness, and it has also made her temperament more tranquil.

Liu Xiaolian was looking down and flipping through some things, and when she saw Yang Qiao coming in, she didn't speak harshly, but beckoned to her son gently: "Son, come and sit." ”

She has done self-psychological analysis and reconstruction, and understands that she is concerned and chaotic just now, and her performance is greatly substandard.

Now calm down, she plans to talk to Yang Qiao in a more gentle way.

There is no trivial matter in children's affairs, and everything is related to the future.

Yang Qiao agreed, and ran over to sit beside her.

He took a look and saw that his mother was flipping through an old photo album.

"Mom, what is this?"

"These are some old photos, left by your grandfather, and there are also from your childhood, let's take a look at them together?"

"Okay. Hearing her mother say that she had old photos of herself when she was a child, Yang Qiao suddenly became interested.

The line of sight followed the fingers of the mother, followed the flipping of the album, and looked at the pages and pages, all of which were black, white and yellowish old photos, on which there was a grandfather who had a vague impression of himself, and his mother when he was young, at that time the mother was really a big beauty, with white skin and beautiful appearance, exquisite facial features, and a beautiful appearance.

Of course, the little radish head standing next to my mother is also very good, a look at the eyes full of aura, the appearance of a tiger's head, well, I bet on five cents, this son will grow up to be a thing in the pool!

Yang Qiao looked at the photo and didn't forget a few words about himself.

Among the feng shui masters throughout the ages, I am afraid that he is the only one who has such a cheeky skin and boasts.

Lu Weijiu stood quietly beside Yang Qiao, following his gaze to look at these old photos.

In his time, until the time of Zhu Yuanzhang and Liu Ji, he had never seen such a thing as a photo, and for him, this kind of "small picture" that could keep the portrait was a very novel thing.

Liu Xiaolian flipped through the old photos page by page, and Yang Qiao knew for the first time that there were still so many old photos at home. Not only myself and my parents, but also my grandfather's, and even earlier, my grandfather's family.

Yang Qiao's heart was attracted by these old photos little by little, and as the photos thought of that magnificent era, his mood also became excited.

"Mom, this is my grandfather's house, it's so big!"

"Yes, this is my grandfather's old house when he was a child. Liu Xiaolian glanced at her son, and then said: "My grandfather's father, who is my grandfather, returned from overseas, and the Liu family was considered a big family in Jiangxia at that time. ”

"Grandpa's father...... So what did he do? Coming back from abroad??Overseas Chinese?" Yang Qiao heard his mother talk about the elders in the family for the first time, and he had never had such an opportunity before, looking at the photo, he couldn't help but ask.

He guessed that these old photos should have been brought back from his grandfather's house last time, and he had packed a lot of things last time, as well as some antiques that his grandfather had collected. Grandpa is a very mysterious person, and Yang Qiao is too curious about the origin of his grandfather's family.

He knew that his grandfather's father should be a person from the Republic of China, and the people who could take photos at that time and survive in the world, and there was a big house like the one in the photo, was definitely not an ordinary family.

"Your grandfather's father, you should be called Grandpa Zeng, was a patriotic overseas Chinese, and at the same time, he was also a patriotic Confucian businessman who responded to the call of Sun Yat-sen, the father of the country, and planned to return to China to invest in industry to serve the country. Liu Xiaolian talked about the things of the previous generation, and her face also showed a different brilliance.

is different from Yang Qiao, she has a deep affection for her father and grandfather, and when she talks about their events, there is a different kind of feelings and memories in it.

"Grandpa Zeng?" Yang Qiao suddenly flashed a lightning bolt in his mind, and remembered, Grandpa Zeng, isn't it the "Old Lady Liu" who trapped the Japanese army with a feng shui array?

Thinking of my grandfather's time, he was heroic......

Phew, no, my grandfather was already very old that year, but ......

Yang Qiao had a stirring spirit in his mind, and suddenly realized that there was something against the harmony - if his grandfather was just a patriotic overseas Chinese, how could he have such a deep knowledge of feng shui?

I didn't know feng shui before, and I didn't know how powerful it was, but now Yang Qiao is practicing with Lu Weijiu, and the more time passes, the more I can realize the strength of Grandpa Zeng at that time.

It's easy to break a formation, but to make a feng shui bureau out of thin air to trap so many people, it's not something that an ordinary feng shui master can do.

Feng Shui cultivation, eyesight, realm, and vitality cultivation are all indispensable. Even the current Yang Qiao is far from reaching this level, so you can imagine how powerful Grandpa Zeng was back then.

Such a person should be a hidden master, how can he be a returned overseas Chinese, or a Confucian businessman who responded to the father of the country, Sun Yat-sen, who returned to serve the country?

This style of painting is wrong.