"Let's go, feed grandma!" Cheng Jianxu walked out without the shouts of others, his steps were unexpectedly steady.

He was accompanied by three other people.

Mu Xiyan watched the four of them leave, and somehow, Cheng Cangsong's figure appeared in his mind.

At the same age, with the same education, what they reveal is more or less similar.

In the blink of an eye, there were only two people left of the six people, Cheng Jianguo was waiting for Cheng Jianjia to say goodbye, Cheng Jianjia was unwilling to let go of the two people who were disrespectful to him like this, and Mu Xiyan and them, if it weren't for the patriarch's plaque pressed here, the two of them would have been ignored a long time ago.

"Patriarch Grandpa is good, Grandpa Tai is good. I don't know when, Cheng Xinyu walked over.

The appearance of Cheng Xinyu broke the strange atmosphere, Cheng Jianguo had a smile on his serious face, the future of the Cheng family was supported by these little seedlings in front of him, and Cheng Xinyu's performance in ethnology was so good, he was really happy in his heart.

And Cheng Jianjia is a dispensable chin lift, which can be regarded as a response to Cheng Xinyu's honorific title. This set of guidelines in Cheng Jianguo's heart is also the standard for everyone in the Cheng family.

"Xinyu, you must know that as a man of our Cheng family, we should be neither arrogant nor humble, no matter what environment we are in, we must be diligent and studious, and only when we grow up can we take on the heavy responsibility of the Cheng family. Cheng Jianguo patted Cheng Xinyu's weakened shoulder and solemnly explained, regardless of whether he understood it or not.

Cheng Jianguo has high hopes for Cheng Xinyu.

Cheng Xinyu's white and immature face was a little stunned, but he knew that what the patriarch grandfather said was right, so he nodded heavily to show that he had taken it to heart.

Zhao Yazi pulled her son over, if it weren't for the patriarch's face, she really wanted to slap him on the back of the head, how could she raise such a stupid son.

After straightening the collar for his stupid son, Zhao Yazi lowered her eyes and said coldly: "If the patriarch has nothing to do, then please go back first, I don't have much time to give, I still have to pack my things." ”

Eviction Order......

Before he became the patriarch, Cheng Jianguo couldn't remember whether he had been expelled from the guest system, because the time was too long. But he clearly remembered that it was the first time since he became the patriarch that he had encountered an eviction order.

Cheng Jianguo was not angry, and even thought distractedly, if every widow of the Cheng family could be the same as Zhao Yazi, would their Cheng family not become like this......

"Fourth uncle, Yiqian brought me a jar of Longjing before the rain a few days ago, and our uncle and nephew haven't nagged for a long time, so it's better to choose a day than to hit the day, come to the door and drink a drink?" Cheng Jianguo said happily with the dragon walking crutch in his hand.

Cheng Jianjia's orange-peeled face was already wrinkled, and he was old, but he deliberately pulled his mouth at this moment, and his dry smile actually made people a little frightened.

Mu Xiyan had no intention of raising her eyes, just seeing this scene, she kept asking in her heart, is this person really the Cheng family?

Since Cheng Jianguo handed over the steps, although Cheng Jianjia was unhappy in his heart, he still went down the steps, after all, the identity of the patriarch was here.

"These juniors are the only ones who have the most filial piety to me when you build the country, since the founding of the country is invited to go, as long as you are willing to go. Cheng Jianjia's voice is quite hearty, as for whether he remembers that Cheng Jianguo is the patriarch, this is not known.

Knock! Knock!

The dull sound of crutches gradually disappeared in his ears, and Mu Xiyan couldn't help but raise his eyes to look at his mother and ask: "Mom, who is that 'Fourth Uncle'? Why didn't even the patriarch speak, but he could, and the patriarch wasn't unkind?"

Cheng Yuhui was really in no mood to explain why to her daughter now, so she had to touch Mu Xiyan's head and prevaricate: "Baby, mom will tell you later." ”

"Okay!" Mu Xiyan lowered his head, his big bright eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of haze, and the panic in his heart did not disappear with the departure of the patriarch and his party.

Pack up your things, where do you go to pack your things? Mu Xiyan's eyes were glued to Zhao Yazi, where did they go?

"Sister-in-law Artistry, you ...... Hey, the fourth uncle likes to settle accounts after the autumn the most, and he blames me. Cheng Yuhui's voice was full of self-blame, if it weren't for her, how could Artistry Sister-in-law have an argument with Cheng Jianjia, if it weren't for her, how could Artistry Sister-in-law and Xinyu be driven to Huizhou.

I thought that Zhao Yazi would always be a little gloomy, but she smiled freely, and said nonchalantly: "What stupid things to say, who are we with, besides, I have long wanted to go to Huizhou to see where you Yilu lived." ”

Cheng Yuhui grabbed her daughter's hand tightly, Brother Yilu was born in Chengge Town, but grew up in Huizhou, and now his son is the same, what about her? Will her daughter follow in her footsteps?

"Mom, where are we going?" Cheng Xinyu asked puzzled, pulling Zhao Yazi's clothes.

Mu Xiyan silently praised him in his heart, and said so many words, only this one sentence is not nonsense.

Zhao Yazi didn't answer her son immediately, she took Cheng Xinyu's hand and walked out slowly.

In the corridor, the golden warm sun shone in from the door that had not yet had time to close, and Mu Xiyan looked at Zhao Yazi and Cheng Xinyu who were bathed in the sun, like a dream.

"Huizhou, let's go to Huizhou and live where your father grew up, are you happy?" Zhao Yazi lowered her head and looked at her son who was like her husband.

Cheng Xinyu jumped high and jumped high happily, "Happy." ”

Mu Xiyan knew for the first time that Zhao Yazi's voice could be so gentle, gentle and intoxicating.

It was the first and last time she had heard it.

"Aunt Artistry. ”

Zhao Yazi stopped and turned around, the red-lipped and white-toothed doll stood not far away, and in a pair of big watery eyes, she saw her figure.

She smiled and said, "What's the matter, my little daughter-in-law?"

Mu Xiyan had learned to ignore the 'flirtation' from a woman, and she asked without changing her face: "Aunt Yazi, do you know what Uncle Yifan is doing?"

"I don't know. ”

"Then do you know when Uncle Yifan will come back?" Mu Xiyan continued to ask.

Zhao Yazi chuckled, this time her eyes were on Cheng Yuhui, "Yuhui, you teach me, how did you give birth to a child, how did you give birth to such a ghostly little girl." ”

Cheng Yuhui didn't respond, she walked in with Mu Xiyan, and the distance between the four people was less than half a foot.

Looking at each other in pairs, without warning, tears slipped from Cheng Yuhui's eyes.

"Yuhui, you have no conscience, why are you crying? Are you unwilling not to make me cry?" Zhao Yazi scolded with a smile, her voice with a thick nasal voice.

"I'm sorry. Cheng Yuhui hugged Zhao Yazi, leaned on her shoulder and cried.