After the turmoil, Song Jiajia, a girl in the city, fell asleep peacefully in the quiet countryside for the first time, and she slept very soundly. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

For her, the environment is not important, the most important thing is to have a lover with her.

In the early morning, she accompanied the willow to run and worship the ancestors, at noon, she followed behind the third aunt, learning to stir-fry and cook, and in the evening, she held someone's big hand and watched the moon by the river.

She was satisfied and content.

There's a wonderful lyric: not so much, just a little ......

The days are just plain.

Happiness is simple.

In the future, it is good to work hand in hand.

Three days later, Yang Liu's grandfather and parents finally returned from traveling.

Seeing Song Jiajia, a "brand-new daughter-in-law", they had different attitudes.

Old man Yang was very calm, and it seemed that no matter who Yang Liu brought back, it was the same in his eyes, and he could welcome him happily.

Father Yang was a little stunned at first, and then smiled.

Look! Our son is capable, which girl is good! It's more than enough to match him! And this one is more subtle, more mature, and more in line with his aesthetics.

Mother Yang kept a straight face and called Yang Liu to the house alone.

As soon as the door was closed, he began to sacrifice the long-cherished artifact, the feather duster, and beat his head and face vigorously.

Yang Liu grinned, not dodging or dodging.

Yang's mother beat her lightly and lightly, and finally threw away the things in her hand in anger.

Yang Liu cleared his throat and said, "Don't get angry, I'll pour you a glass of water......

Mother Yang said angrily: "You sit down for me!" Don't even think about slipping away! ”

Yang Liu said: "Hey! ”

He was very obedient, and moved over to the small bench like a good baby, and sat honestly on his knees, ready to listen to his mother's teachings.

Yang's mother said, "Are you serious this time? ”

Yang Liu said: "Of course, I want to marry her...... Ay? Why do you talk the same as my third uncle? I haven't had the last time! ”

Mother Yang said coldly: "That...... What about Bingbing? ”

Yang Liu's face collapsed, and he smiled dryly: "Mom, I have nothing to do with her, and it's hard to explain what happened before...... Twisted melon, it's not sweet......"

Mother Yang was silent for a long time, and finally sighed: "Actually, at that time, my mother still saw something wrong, and you refused to admit the identity of other people's girlfriends, let alone take the initiative to get married...... In the days that followed, time confirmed my inference...... It's been over a year and she's never been back......"

Yang Liu said: "Ahem, you old Shengming, your eyes are like torches!" ”

Mother Yang glanced at him and said, "My son can't help it." Again, I just hope that no matter where you go in the future, you will be worthy of your conscience, and we won't dare to do anything that hurts heaven and reason! ”

Yang Liu said: "Hey, I remember." ”

Mother Yang continued: "Don't forget your ancestors! Don't forget who you are! ”

Yang Liu nodded.

Mother Yang suddenly smiled: "This Song Jiajia...... Do you like it? ”

Yang Liu also smiled: "How can you like it, that's quite like!" ”

After Mother Yang went out, it was like a different person, happy, with an extremely amiable attitude, holding Song Jiajia and not letting go, looking at it enough.

Song Meinu's heart fell to the ground and she was flattered.

Then, they were merry and began to discuss the meeting between the two families.

"What? Xiao Song's father is ...... Professor? ”

Father Yang Liu was quite surprised, and his expression was a little weird.

He has a low level of education, and instinctively has a fear of the word "professor".

"Ahem...... Or...... Let's take it slowly, let's meet again after the Mid-Autumn Festival......"

Yang Liu said: "Dad, what do you mean?" You don't want to care about your son's happiness? Professors are also human, so what is there to be afraid of? ”

Dad Yang was embarrassed: "I don't read much, I don't look back and pay a few more courtesies, I can't speak, and I make jokes......"

Yang Liu sneered: "Dad, what age is this, what if you don't read much?" Uncle Song can still pull the pair as soon as he sees you? ”

Song Jiajia interjected: "Uncle, my dad has a good temper and is not so particular. ”

Good tempered? Who is that crazy old man with a knife to chop his son-in-law?

Yang Liu glared at her, Song Jiajia was stunned and lowered her head.

"Uh-huh!"

Old man Yang coughed vigorously and successfully attracted everyone's attention.

He looked at his son with contempt and raised his voice, "I'll go with you." ”

Father Yang Liu instantly had a backbone, and he was overjoyed when he heard it: "Hey! It would be great if you could go through it yourself! ”

In Yangjiagou, who can be more capable and experienced than Old Man Yang? The veteran is out of the horse, a top two!

Yang Liu secretly exclaimed!

Wonderful! Professor Song prides himself on being a cultural person, and he pays the most attention to etiquette, and Old Man Yang can belong to the elders, even if he is angry, he has to show his demeanor for me to hold!

Hahaha!

A mountain is higher than a mountain, and capable people have their own capable people!

Yang Liu gritted his teeth and smiled: "You still love me, what, when I return to the capital after the festival, I will definitely find five catties of fine tobacco for you......"

Old Man Yang said casually: "How can five catties be enough?" At least 10 pounds! ”

Yang Liu said happily: "Gotcha! ”

……

Approaching the Mid-Autumn Festival, according to the practice handed down by the elders, the new son-in-law comes to the door to prepare for the festival! Yang Liu and his entourage prepared chicken, fish, meat, tobacco, wine, oil, dried fruits, and fresh fruits, a total of eight kinds, and pressed the doorbell of the Song family.

Professor Song held his breath, he had been waiting for a long time!

He took Song Jiajia's call and was about to give someone a look!

As soon as Professor Song opened the door, he was stunned!

Ooh!

What a spirited, childlike old gentleman!

He was wearing an antique cardigan robe, rubbing a pair of lion-headed walnuts in his hands, his eyes were burning, his energy was extraordinary, and he was immortal!

Professor Song was stunned and said, "Who are you?" ”

Song Jiajia came out after the fight: "Dad, this is Yang Liu's grandfather......"

Old man Yang nodded slightly: "It's good to have a young family!" ”

Professor Song hurriedly said: "Hello old man, according to the tradition of our hometown, I have to call you grandpa......

Old man Yang smiled and said, "You're welcome!" ”

Professor Song said, "Please, please come in!" ”

The old man of the Yang family came to the door, and the face was enough! Thinking of this, Professor Song's face looked better.

Walking to the house, after the introduction, everyone sat down according to the guests.

Song Jiajia's mother didn't have any opinion on Yang Liu, she was beaming and served tea with her own hands.

Old man Yang held a tea cup in his hand, looked at it, smelled three products, closed his eyes and said: "The leaves are small and long, the soup is bright, not too little, not light, not dry or astringent, well, there is a surplus of sweetness after bitterness, such as looking back on the world...... What a white tea...... The young family is an elegant person......"

Professor Song was shocked!

After suffering, such as the world?

Export is the article!

This old man has Tibetan literature and ink on his chest and poetry and books in his belly, which is really amazing!

Professor Song was as sweet as honey in his heart, and he felt like a confidant, and said modestly: "Grandpa of the in-laws, a cup of tea can taste all the flavors of the world, you are the real master......

Yang Liu listened to them boasting about my sour teeth, and then looked at his confused parents, and couldn't help pinching his thighs, afraid to laugh out loud......

Old man Yang put down the teacup, and when he looked up, he saw a "bamboo and stone map" hanging high on the wall, which was signed by Song Yuanqiao.

He rolled his eyes, let out a "huh" in his mouth, and then got up to look closer.

Professor Song is the most proud of this painting in his life, otherwise it would not have hung in the most conspicuous place in the living room!

Old man Yang pretended, shook his head and said, "Wonderful! Thick ink painting bamboo, light brush painting stone, shade contrast, interesting...... In particular, the noble and proud state is really breathtaking...... Such a beautiful and wild style work, I don't know which famous artist it came from? ”

Professor Song's face turned red, and he almost cried!

It's so touching, it's so knowledgeable!

He pressed down on ecstasy and approached: "Grandpa also knows calligraphy and painting?" ”

Old man Yang said: "I know a little bit about it." ”

Professor Song coughed: "This sketch is very clumsy, but it is the work of the younger generation, which makes you laugh all the time!" ”

Old man Yang's expression was exaggerated, and he glared: "Huh! Incredible! Impressed by the decay! The so-called painting is like its person, such an open-minded state, which shows the mind of the young family! Terrific! ”

Professor Song is very modest, but the modesty between his eyebrows cannot be concealed.

Old man Yang then took Professor Song's hand and said, "There are no other ink treasures in the young family, hurry up and take the old man to enjoy and observe......"

Professor Song couldn't ask for it, and he was in the middle of it: "Please!" Your old study is affectionate! ”

These two people were speculative in their words, and they hated to see each other late, and they really threw everyone down and disappeared with a whoosh......

Song Jiajia stared at their backs in amazement, and secretly gave Yang Liu a thumbs up!

Yang someone is also a victorious scissorhands!

Perfect, it's done!