On the autumn night, on the riverside, the fiery red maple leaves and the reed flowers are all reflected in the river under the cover of the moonlight. Pen, fun, pavilion www.biquge.info a small boat, swinging in the heart of the river. A man dressed in white stood with his hands in his hands. It is the handsome appearance of the rich god, but between the thick eyebrows, there is a trace of loneliness.

In the distance, there was a faint sound of a flute whimpering. The tune is not a tune, and the tune is not in tune. With the sound of the wind, it slowly blows to people's ears. For no reason, the listener complains.

"Xianggong, it's not too early, let's go home early, so as not to make An Niang anxious." The man who spoke timidly was a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy with clear eyebrows. His figure has not yet grown, and he is thin, wearing a green cloth shirt, like a green bamboo, and he is even weaker in the autumn wind. When the man in white heard him mention An Niang, his eyes flashed with a little soft light, sighed slightly, and nodded.

A smile welled up on the little guy's face. He picked up the burden of saluting on the side and walked briskly. The man glanced at Jiang Xin's boat again, and the sound of the flute was almost inaudible at this time. Finally, shaking his head, he paced slowly, slowly following behind the little guy.

"Are people finally gone?" It's a tactful voice like a warbler's cry. "Yes!" The little girl who answered was a little broken. "Ever since we met him at Enfukuji Temple that day, this person has been like a demon. Knowing that the girl loves the flute, she grinds by the river day and night. Since he likes the girl, he just paid the money, made a table in Xinghualou, and asked the girl to play a song for him. is so grinding and entangled, and he is reluctant to spend money. At a glance, you can tell that it is not a rich lord. Girl, don't worry about this kind of person. "Purple smoke, don't talk nonsense. Xu Xianggong is a humble gentleman, but he is not an ordinary gentleman. There was a bit of sternness in the tone of the speaker. Yes, my good girl. Xu Xianggong is a good person. In Yanfu Temple, he helped us drive away the evil young man of the Li family. And he looks dignified and talented. But, my good girl. You'll be eighteen years old for the New Year. Although we insist on selling our art and not selling our bodies, we are also well-known in this area. But as a woman, you have to find someone sooner or later, girl. Today, since I am not ashamed to open this mouth, I can't care about it. Girl, although you and I are called master servants, you treat me like sisters. This has always been, I looked at it coldly, among so many people who pursue you, it should be Su Xiucai's most sincere. Not to mention that the family has not yet married, it can be said that the girl is sincere. But if there is something good, don't forget the girl. Even the people around him are very respectful to us. In my opinion, if the girl goes to his house, even if she can't be the main room, Su Xiucai will definitely not treat you badly. What's more, his family is extremely wealthy, and he is also famous in our area. It is true that Xu Xianggong is a good person, but he is a foreigner, and he doesn't look like a rich person, and he is really not a person that the girl can trust. After she finished saying this, she had already annoyed her master. Ziyan, you've been with me for ten years. You've suffered a lot in the past ten years. When tomorrow dawns, pack up and go back to your hometown. Your dowry is a hundred taels of silver. I've already saved it for you. There are also a few sets of head and face jewelry, and I have helped you make them. Let's take it away tomorrow! At the end of the words, there was a slight tremor in his voice. No, girl, don't drive me away! I won't dare to talk nonsense again! I don't want any dowry, silver, jewelry, I just want to stay with you. Girl, when my mother left, I promised her to keep watch over you. If I leave, my mother will not spare me first! By the end of the words, Ziyan had already cried.

A low sound of flute was like a cry, slowly scattered on the surface of the river. Ziyan knows the girl's temper well. Easily unwilling to get angry. It's just that if you decide on something, you will never turn back. Knowing that what he said today was really true, I also had a lot of regret in my heart. So I had to wipe away my tears, quietly went down to make a pot of hot tea for the girl, and carefully placed it next to the girl's bed.

In a quiet small courtyard, an osmanthus flower quietly leans into the window, and prints a silhouette on the window lattice. It was the crisp autumn season, and the people in the house were greedy for coolness, so they rolled up the bamboo curtains. But it is just right for people outside the house to hear the laughter inside.

The fragrant aroma of osmanthus flowers in the courtyard makes people who travel far away feel refreshed after inadvertently inhaling the end of their noses. Comfortable, tidy, the courtyard is still the same as it was. The population of the family is inherently simple. Fauber at the door was surprised when he saw him, and was just about to go in loudly to report, but he was stopped by him in a low voice. He wanted to surprise his mother and An Niang.

"Grandmother, I learned the piano from the master today, and the master praised me for being smart, saying that I can understand everything." Small, immature voice with a sweet, coquettish taste. It was An Niang's voice. "Well, our Anniang is a clever child! Grandmother loved it! "Mother's voice is as loving as ever." Grandmother, I will listen to you, practice well, and when my father comes back, I will play it for him. "Okay, Anniang is such a good boy! Count the days, and your father is coming back soon. In a deep voice, he heard his mother's amazement. finally couldn't hold back the excitement in his heart and opened the curtain.

"Mother, I'm back!" Looking at his gray-haired mother, he fell to his knees. "The son is not filial, which worries the mother!" His appearance surprised and delighted everyone in the room. "Yingqi, it's really you! Hurry, hurry up. After such a long journey, I must be exhausted! Why didn't Fuber come to report, it's really confused. Meng Mu happily hurriedly stepped forward to help him up personally. Little Anniang stood aside, looking excited and curious. "Anniang, come and see your father. Don't stand still! Meng Mu smiled and pulled An Niang over. An Niang has seen her father! "An Niang gave him a gift in style.

Xiao Anniang should be about to be seven years old. Snow-white skin, a pair of large, round eyes, clear as if you can reflect the shadow of others. The high and straight nose bridge is the characteristic of their Meng family. The small round face also has baby fat. A light green dress makes her more and more cute. "Hurry up." He whispered softly, gently holding her to his side.

As if she was not used to his sudden affectionate demeanor, Xiao Anniang looked a little stiff, lowered her head, her little face was red, and she was very restrained. After all, we haven't seen each other for three years. The word father should be very abstract for children. There is no need to rush for a while, and the child also needs to have a process of adaptation. When he thought like this, he touched the top of An Niang's hair and said in a low voice: "An Niang go to the front to play first, I bought you a lot of gadgets and let Ruier find it for you." Daddy had something to say to Grandma. An Niang nodded obediently and went out with light steps. In the courtyard, her crisp laughter was soon heard.

"This kid is about to be spoiled by me." There was a hint of self-reproach in her mother's voice. "No, my mother raised her very well. After all, we haven't seen each other in a long time. It's rusty for a while, but it'll be fine in a few days. Meng Yingqi helped her mother sit on the soft collapse. Sit on your side. "Yingqi official, drink tea." Mother He is an old family member who has served her mother for most of her life. He hurriedly took the teacup in He's mother's hand. "There is Lao He's mother!" There was a smile on the corners of He's mother's eyes and eyebrows, "The official is good to see, let's taste He's mother's tea art, has there been any regression." I haven't made this flower tea for a long time. I remember that the officials used to love jasmine the most. "Hmm." He picked up the teacup and sniffed it lightly on the tip of his nose, and a vague fragrance of flowers hit his heart and lungs. I was stunned for no reason, I remember a long time ago, he was also obsessed with it because she liked flower tea. At that time, she hadn't left yet, she liked to concoct all kinds of flower tea every day, and when she had fresh ideas, she was the first to let him taste them. There are teas wrapped in lotus leaves, tea made from rose petals, snow water melted from plum blossoms, and flower teas made from jasmine. With all sorts of ideas, she always has endless ideas. His favorite is the jasmine tea she made herself, which has a strong fragrance and can calm the mind. At that time, I felt that everything was going to be exhausted. Even if it is tea, it should also have a mellow taste. Who knows that the world is impermanent, and creation makes people. She gave birth to An Niang smoothly, and went to the temple with her mother's family to burn incense and make a vow, and actually met the nephew of Lord Shangshu. After several words and teasing, she was humiliated, came back, and took advantage of the unpreparedness of others, and even committed suicide by throwing herself into the ring. He tried his best to save her, but when he woke her up, she refused to stay at home again. In the end, he was ordained and became a monk. This matter, to blame, of course, is to blame the nephew of Shangshu who killed a thousand knives. But the other party was in a high position and had an accident, not only as if he was nothing, but also bit his wife back. There were countless women who were incense that day, why did that Tai Sui fall in love with her? In and out of the words, it is said that she does not abide by women's morals and is charming. People are terrible, and the three of them become tigers. In order to maintain her family's reputation, she had no other way but to die and become a monk. He has too much unwillingness, too much resentment. After she left, he studied hard, so he had three years to go to Beijing to catch the exam.

Seeing that he looked stunned, Meng Mu glanced at Mother He, looking a little worried. Mother He hurriedly smiled: "The official must be unaccustomed to drinking now." The old slave went down and changed it. He came back to his senses and said, "That's it." Mom's soak is a little lighter, but it's better. He drank dry in one go. The finish has a hint of bitterness. He pursed the corners of his lips, his eyebrows gradually stretched. "Mother, the child is here, fortunately not disgraced! The son has already won a list of tanhua and worships under the door of Lord Fang of the East of the River. After saying this, his expression finally had a little flamboyant joy, and it was no longer the previous gloomy accumulation. Meng Mu's face was happy, and then she smiled, and said with a straight face: "You hated the economic career the most before, and you liked to mess around in the fat powder pile. Although it is not a weapon, it is not comparable to you today. The sea is treacherous. Now that you are studying the books of the sages, have you ever thought about why you are studying? Don't tell me the vengeful childish thing. If you hold an official seal, you must always seek benefits for the people. The descendants of his Fu family are not successful, and when his family is defeated, there is no need for you to make a hand. If you just want to trip up Fu Xiangru, you are just seeking personal gain. I advise you to make better fat and powder at home. At least not for the sake of the disaster. His face darkened. But then he straightened up and said, "Mother taught me a lesson." At the beginning of the child's examination, he hoped that one day, he would rise to the top and have the ability and power to avenge Yan'er. However, after three years away, my son's horizons have also broadened a lot. Today's saints are young, and the power is in charge. The government is becoming more and more corrupt, Lord Fang is the head of the Qing Stream, and his son worships under his door, hoping to build a career with him, and it will not be in vain to come to the world. ”

A hint of relief flashed on Meng Mu's face, she nodded, and said, "Since that's the case, then it's the best." You are also a person with children now, and when you encounter something outside, you should think more about An Niang. She no longer has a mother, and she can't afford to make any mistakes. Mrs. Pingping's official is the best. He nodded yes. Mother He replied when she saw the opportunity: "Old lady, the mat in the kitchen has been renovated." Meng Mu nodded and said, "Then let's eat." Go and invite the second uncle and their family over, as well as Xiao Jiu. You and Faber will not serve either, but set another table, which will be in the courtyard. There are many people. ‘

The Meng family was originally a family of poetry and books, Mr. Meng died early, and Mrs. Meng was resolute and raised her only son Meng Yingqi alone. Although the family road is in the middle, it has not departed from the true nature of the scholar's family after all. Meng Changde, who is in the second room, has been learning calligraphy with his brother since he was a child, and he has always respected his widowed sister-in-law. It's just that the family business is thin, and he has no choice but to marry the daughter of the merchant, Hu. Hu is shrewd and capable, and he is also accustomed to calculation.