Anyang Village, Zhejiang.

In the evening, the old house of the Han family set up a banquet in the lobby to entertain Wang Lei and Bai Yinxue, the dishes were prepared by Li Yuefen and Han Jingshan, and the variety of dishes was very rich, all of which were famous Zhejiang dishes.

Han Jingshan is Han Jingfeng's second brother, he looks like he is in his early forties, he has a big beard, he speaks and does things very neatly.

The round table for entertaining guests is large, with eight people sitting around the table, which does not look crowded at all, and the round table and chairs are made of wood and painted with red lacquer, which looks a little old.

After the dishes were served, Han Jingfeng stood up, picked up the wine glass in front of him, and said, "Mr. Wang, Miss Bai, you are welcome to come to Han's house as guests, I toast you." ”

"Mr. Han is polite." Wang Lei also stood up and picked up the wine glass in front of him.

"Uncle Han, I came to visit rashly, causing you trouble, it should be me who respects you, and I don't know how to drink, so I will toast you with tea instead of wine." Bai Yinxue held the teacup and stood up as well.

"Dad, you don't need to stand up, Mr. Wang and Xiaoxue are my friends, everyone is awkward and tired to make it so formal." Han Yue persuaded.

"Yueyue is right, Mr. Wang, Miss Bai, please sit down, let's all have a drink, and we can be regarded as acquaintances." Han Jingshan on the side spoke at the right time.

Under Han Jingshan's suggestion, the three of them all sat down, and then everyone served a glass together, but Han Xing and Bai Yinxue drank orange juice, and Han Yue drank a good amount of wine, and the cup bottomed out.

"Everyone moves chopsticks and tastes my craftsmanship, especially this West Lake vinegar fish, which is my best dish, only boiled water and seasonings, not a drop of oil, you can't eat such authentic in the restaurant." Han Jingfeng introduced.

Under the greeting of Han Jingshan, everyone began to taste the dishes, a table is full of Zhejiangzhou specialties, the taste is indeed delicious, different from the taste in the restaurant, more inclined to home-cooked practices.

Wang Lei came to Zhejiang for the first time, there are few opportunities to eat Zhejiang cuisine, among the dishes on this table, his favorite is a Dongpo meat, using the best pork belly, a layer of lean meat, a layer of fatty meat, the color is red and bright, the taste is mellow and the juice is thick, crispy and not broken, fragrant and glutinous but not greasy, very authentic and delicious.

After three rounds of wine and five flavors of food, everyone gradually became acquainted, and the words gradually increased, Han Jingshan gave Wang Lei a glass and said, "Mr. Wang, listen to my eldest brother, you are a feng shui master." ”

"Hmm."

Wang Lei responded, put down the wine glass in his hand, although he doesn't drink often, but the amount of alcohol is not bad, and the wine prepared by the Han family is not high, a few glasses down, looking as usual.

"It's really rare for you to be a feng shui master at such a young age." As soon as Han Jingshan's voice fell, he was afraid that Wang Lei would misunderstand, so he added: "Mr. Wang, I don't mean anything else, I'm just a little curious." ”

"It doesn't matter." Wang Lei waved his hand, put a light on his face, and said: "When I was young, I worshipped a different person as a teacher, and I have been in contact with Feng Shui metaphysics for more than ten years. ”

"I see, then I have you to thank you, as long as you can improve my family's feng shui and find the lost Xiaojie, you are the great benefactor of our Han family, I will toast you again." Han Jingshan said solemnly.

"That's what I'm supposed to do." Wang Lei smiled, this time he didn't hold a wine glass, but waved his hand, and said: "Mr. Han, I appreciate your kindness, but I can't drink it anymore, I have a limited amount of alcohol, and if I drink it again, I won't be able to work tomorrow." ”

"Okay, then let's replace the wine with tea and have a toast." Han Jingshan put on a teacup and saluted Wang Lei with both hands, but this time Wang Lei did not refuse.

"Mr. Wang, I heard my eldest brother say that the reason why our Xiaojie disappeared is because there is a problem with the feng shui of our family's ancestral house or ancestral tomb, which affects the fortune of our Han family's ancestors and grandchildren." Han Jingshan asked with a concerned expression.

"It's just my guess, and I can't know for sure yet." Wang Lei said perfunctorily, and glanced at Han Jingshan carefully, the other party seemed so concerned that Wang Lei felt a little abnormal.

This kind of eagerness is no less than that of Han Jingfeng and his wife.

"Husband, it's at the dinner table now, you start talking about business now, and don't let Mr. Wang eat, the feng shui matter of the ancestral house, it's not too late to talk after eating." Han Jingshan's wife said.

Han Jingshan's wife's name is Yan Xiyun, she is much younger than Han Jingfeng, Li Yuefen, and Han Jingshan, and she looks like she is in her thirties.

"Mr. Wang, my husband is a quick temper, please forgive me." Yan Xiyun said.

"It's okay." Wang Lei said.

"Mr. Wang, is Miss Bai your girlfriend?" Yan Xiyun turned his head, looked at Bai Yinxue, and said.

"Hehe, I wish it was so, but unfortunately not yet." Wang Lei said with a smile.

"Miss Bai looks so drifting, there must be a lot of suitors." Inadvertently, Yan Xiyun led the topic to Bai Yinxue.

"Aunt Yan, you have a good reputation." Bai Yinxue said with some embarrassment.

"Second aunt, Xiaoxue is not only beautiful, but also a talented girl from the Department of Architectural Design of Qinghua University, and this time she came to Zhejiang to do field research for a design project." Han Yue interjected on the side.

"Sister Han Yue, you praise me so much, even I feel embarrassed." Bai Yinxue smiled and said to Yan Xiyun on the side:

"Aunt Yan, I'm here to make trouble for you."

At the beginning, Bai Yinxue didn't plan to live in Han's house, it was inconvenient and afraid of other people's trouble, but on the plane, Han Yue warmly invited her to stay in the hotel alone, so she came with her.

Han Yue also saw that Wang Lei should be interested in Bai Yinxue, and with Bai Yinxue coming to Han's house with him, Wang Lei would also help watch feng shui with more peace of mind.

"Miss Bai, you don't need to see outside, you are a friend of Yueyue, your junior, and it is also our honor to be willing to come to live in our house." Yan Xiyun said.

Yan Xiyun is very good at talking, and the relationship between them has been brought closer in three or two sentences, and after this meal, everyone is also familiar with a lot, and there is no sense of strangeness before.

After the meal, several women cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks, and the Han Jingfeng brothers invited Wang Lei to the side hall, and Han Jingshan made a pot of Pu'er tea and poured a cup for each of the three.

"Mr. Wang, this is Chen Pu'er from Yunzhou, I bought it when I was traveling in 08, and I added some jasmine to it to increase the aroma of tea, you can taste it." Han Jingshan made a gesture of please and said.

"Hmm."

Wang Lei gestured, picked up the teacup on the table, put it under his nose and sniffed it first, there was indeed a fragrance of jasmine, looked down at the tea, such as the red of amber soup, and tasted it, the entrance was soft, bitter and fragrant, and the aftertaste was long.

"Jasmine in Pu'er, it's the first time I've drunk it like this, it tastes strange and feels good." Wang Lei commented.

"When I'm fine, I like to set up a small table in the courtyard, read books, bask in the sun, make a pot of tea, and sometimes, put some other things in the pu'er, such as osmanthus, roses, dried orange peel, tangerine peel...... Different additives, different flavors, foolishly. Han Jingshan said.

"I'll try it when I have time later." Wang Lei nodded in response.

"If you want me to say, tea is a mood to drink, otherwise there is nothing to drink if it is bitter." Han Jingfeng shook his head and said.

"It's still related to personal preference, anyway, I'm good at this, I can't drink boiled water, drinks can be drunk occasionally, but it doesn't quench thirst, it's better to have tea." Han Jingshan said.

The Tea Sutra was just the opening remarks, and after chatting for a few sentences, Han Jingfeng got to the point and said, "Mr. Wang, Han Yue took you on a tour of the house, I don't know if you have found anything." ”

"I probably browsed it, and the house was in the big picture, and I didn't find any problems, but ......" Wang Lei pondered for a moment and said with a straight face.

"But what?" Seeing Wang Lei pause, Han Jingfeng couldn't help but ask.

"However, in the courtyard of the inner house, I feel that something is unusual." Wang Lei said.

"What is abnormal, does it mean that there is something wrong with Feng Shui?" Han Jingfeng asked.

"It should be a problem of feng shui, but the specific root cause cannot be determined yet, and I still have to study it." Wang Lei said.

"Mr. Wang, do you still want to go to the ancestral grave to see it?" Han Jingshan on the side interjected and asked.

"Not for the time being, let's figure out the problem of the ancestral house first."

"Mr. Wang, I take the liberty of asking, I have never had a son, is it also related to the feng shui of the ancestral house at home, if the feng shui of the ancestral house is restored, can I also have a son." Han Jingshan asked with an eager look.

"Whether you can have a son or not, in addition to feng shui, is also related to everyone's physical elements, I can't answer this question." Wang Lei shook his head and smiled.

"Second child, let it be, if your younger siblings hear it, you shouldn't be happy, and besides, the stars are so big, let the children hear it, what should you think?" Han Jingfeng said.

"I'm not happy in my heart, I'm not reconciled, the Han family has been passed down to this generation, we are two brothers, we can't give it back." Han Jingshan showed a sad look.

"Okay, in front of Mr. Wang, why are you talking about this?" Han Jingfeng's face turned pale and reprimanded.

"I'm not ......" Han Jingshan's eyes turned red, he took a deep breath, and said, "Mr. Wang, I'm sorry to make you laugh." ”

"Chinese fathers and sons have been passed down for thousands of years, I can understand your feelings, and I will do my best to improve the feng shui of the Han family's ancestral home." Wang Lei said.

"Mr. Wang, thank you."

"Thank you, Mr. Wang." The two brothers of the Han family thanked solemnly one after another.

"It should." Wang Lei said.

"Mr. Wang, it's not early, I'll send you back to rest." Han Jingshan stood up, made a gesture of please, and said.

Seeing Han Jingshan's eyes, as if he had something to say, Wang Lei stood up and responded: "Okay, then I'll leave first." ”

After the three of them separated, Han Jingshan sent Wang Lei away, and when he walked halfway, Han Jingshan sighed and said, "Mr. Wang, I made you laugh just now." ”

"It doesn't matter." Wang Lei said.

"Do you think that I am a bit feudal and too patriarchal." Han Jingshan asked.

Wang Lei smiled and said nothing, not knowing what Han Jingshan wanted to say, Wang Lei was not good at expressing his position.

"It's hard to say it in front of my brother, but in fact, I want to have a son, and I also have a hard time." Han Jingshan showed a look of reminiscence, as if he was remembering something.

Wang Lei didn't answer, and he didn't want to rush into other people's privacy.

"Our Han family, passed to my father's generation is also two brothers, because our family is not good, my uncle was criticized to death, the Han family is also gone, only our branch is left, my father is a more traditional person, the family concept is very heavy, otherwise, I will not spend a high price to buy back the old house." Speaking of this, Han Jingshan paused, then stopped, and continued:

"Ten years ago, I remember that it was a winter, Xiaojie was accidentally lost, our Han family was the only seedling, at that time the family did nothing, just desperately searching, my father was in his seventies, and his body was not very tough, but the first thing the old man opened his eyes every day was to ask if there was any news of his grandson, whether it was windy or rainy, he had to find it in person, and then there was still no news of Xiaojie, my father ...... The disease was exhausted and he lay on the field for half a month...... Just left. ”

Speaking of this, Han Jingshan already had a hint of crying, and said: "When he was dying, the old man was most concerned about Xiaojie's whereabouts, the old man grabbed my brother and me's hands, begging us to find Xiaojie, I grew up in my life, it was the first time I saw my father begging for help, whenever I think of the old man's appearance, I ......"

"Later, my brother couldn't stand it and went out, my dad told me that the Han family must not be left behind, must not, otherwise even if he dies, he can't turn his eyes away, and he is sorry for the ancestors of the Han family, and after speaking, the old man went, but his eyes were not closed, I can't forget, I can't forget the eyes of the old man." Speaking of this, Han Jingshan cried, a man in his forties with tears on his face, crying like a child.

"So, when Xiaojie didn't find it, you always wanted to have a son, so that your father could be blinded." Wang Lei guessed.

"Not bad."

Han Jingshan held back his crying and said: "I know, I am a little stubborn and even a little paranoid in doing this, but my father's life is not easy, he has suffered too much and suffered too much, my mother died very early, it was my father who brought up our brother, my father is old, it should be the time to enjoy Qingfu, but he died of illness and regret, I don't want him to die blindly, I want to achieve his old man's wish." ”

"Mr. Han, I can understand your feelings, I will do my best to improve the ancestral home of the Han family and find your nephew Xiaojie." Wang Lei said solemnly, he is not hard-hearted, thinking of an old man who is about to die, the pain and sadness when he is dying, Wang Lei can understand the mood of being a son.

"Mr. Wang, thank you, thank you." Han Jingshan stretched out his hands, big and powerful, holding Wang Lei's hand tightly, with a grateful look.

Wang Lei didn't speak, his eyes were a little moist, he thought of his father who died early, thought of his brother who raised him, and could feel the pain, which was almost similar in the dark...... R1152