The ancestor closed his eyelids, rested his hands flat on the edge of the round table, and said nothing.

Without her permission, Grandma Song didn't dare to get up, knelt there quietly, didn't dare to move, Fang Fei, who was sitting beside her, saw this, and said lightly: "It's cold on the ground, Grandma better get up and talk." ”

Fang Fei opened her mouth, the old ancestor would never refute her face, Grandma Song nodded and thanked her, got up and straightened her front placket, and waited respectfully on the side, waiting for the old ancestor to speak.

The old Taishan at home was not good-looking, and the people in the entire back garden silently put down the things in their hands, and the atmosphere did not dare to come out, each drooping their heads, staring at the cups and saucers in front of them, for a while, the back garden that was noisy and lively a moment ago was silent, only the sound of insects was still continuing, and the sound of quarrels filled this mid-autumn night.

After a long silence, the old ancestor let out a long sigh, stood up with the armrest on the chair, and glanced at Fang Fei, "Ah Fei, let's go, save people uncomfortable." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he snatched the dragon descending wooden cane held in the hand of Jin Ling, who was waiting on the side, and staggered towards the exit of the back garden.

Under the faint candlelight of the yellow bean, the figure of the old dragon bell looked particularly lonely, swaying out of the richly arranged, just crowded back garden, and gradually disappeared from everyone's sight.

"Mrs., this ......" The eldest man looked at the back of the old ancestor in a daze, and it took a long time to come back to his senses.

Fang Fei hooked the corners of his lips, sneered, got up without saying a word, and quickly chased in the direction where the ancestor had left.

The two who left successively were the elders with the highest seniority in the family, and the Double Ninth Festival was supposed to be a day for the members of the group, but the elders left the table angrily, and the faint smile on the face of the eldest man gradually solidified, pulling the elder. I felt that the blood was surging straight to my head, and my old face was red.

Grandma Song stared straight at the direction in which the two left, until she disappeared, then she breathed a long sigh of relief, sorted out her feelings, and then smiled at the eldest master: "Master, the ancestor is old." Mrs. Tai must have been tired. It's better to go back early and rest, the children are waiting, so let's talk and start the table. ”

The eldest lord closed his eyes indignantly. Hate said: "You go by yourself!" Dropping this sentence, he got up abruptly, brushed his sleeves away, and castrated up a small wind of anger. brushed the cheek of Grandma Song, who was standing directly opposite him, like a loud slap in the face of Grandma Song. It's hot, I can't tell what it tastes like.

Grandma Song choked in her throat, staggered and took two steps back, and propped her backhand on the edge of the round table. only managed to stabilize his body.

"Mother!" Almost at the same moment, Zhao Rongzhao, who was at the next table, got up again and strode towards his mother. I want to hold my mother's crumbling body.

Grandma Song raised her head, her face full of pathos. As if he had just drunk a jar of Chinese medicine, he couldn't be bitter anymore, but he forced himself to squeeze out a calm smile and said to his son: "Mother is fine, but I'm a little tired, you accompany the brothers and sisters at home to have a banquet, my mother wants to go back to rest." ”

"Mother, your face is very bad, it's better for your son to send you back." Zhao Rongzhao took his mother's hand and said uneasily.

Grandma Song swept over the people on the table, some were happy, some were sad, and some were holding their hands, with an attitude of hanging high and waiting to see a good show, she felt a lot colder in her heart, turned around and nodded weakly to her son, and handed her hand over.

"Mother, eldest brother, you are leaving, how can this banquet be held......" Zhao Rongting stood up, looked at the two who were about to leave, and asked without saying anything.

"Yes, grandma, several of you are gone, who will be in charge of this banquet." The third aunt in the face of the chief then stood up and repeated the question that her son had just raised.

Grandma Song kowtowed, pursed her lips and didn't speak.

Zhao Rongzhao held his mother's hand tightly, and he bit his lip when he was about to bite, and then said: "Second brother, the autumn is getting stronger, my mother is a little unwell, and the eldest brother is not accompanied, you are the largest in the family, so you will preside over tonight's family banquet." After saying it without looking back, he paused, and said, "Mother, let's go." ”

The third aunt looked at the back of the mother and son who were drifting apart, and her heart blossomed with joy, and her eyes were full of praise when she threw herself into her son.

Zhao Rongting is usually the most valued by the eldest master, the etiquette and rules are very thorough, dealing with a small family banquet, it is not a problem at all, the whole process is handled freely, all under his own control, until late at night, after the banquet, he ordered someone to clean up the mess, and then returned to his yard.

The third aunt saw it in her eyes, was happy in her heart, and was very satisfied with her son's appearance tonight, and on the way back, she couldn't help but hum a little song happily.

The son is out, and the daughter is about to climb the high branches, she should really be proud.

On the contrary, Grandma Song on the other side was panicked.

After Zhao Rongzhao accompanied her back to Tonghua Courtyard, Grandma Song, who was depressed in her chest, immediately threw out all the maids in the house, leaving only one son, so that the mother and son could talk.

"Mother, it's not the first time Dad has been like this, don't take it to heart, it's not worth it to be angry." Zhao Rongzhao sat down with his mother, poured tea and handed it to Grandma Song, and shouted, "Mother, you drink a cup of tea first to calm down." ”

"Rong Zhao!" Grandma Song didn't take the cup, but grabbed her son's hands on the table, looked at him earnestly, and said: "Your father slapped my face in front of people like this, and my mother didn't take it to heart at all, but you shouldn't go against your grandmother and your father, now Rong Ting is the best at pleasing your father, if you don't fight anymore, how can you let our mother and son live!" ”

Looking at each other, Zhao Rongzhao looked at his mother's worried eyes in a daze, and his heart was sour, he really felt sorry for the parents of the world, Grandma Song was wronged, first of all, she was not sad for herself, but worried about whether her son would be hated by his ancestors.

Thinking of this, even a hard-hearted man couldn't help but wet his eyes, Zhao Rongzhao was no exception, staring at the dark patterns on the tablecloth, not daring to look up at the corners of his mother's eyes that began to grow fine lines, and his eyes were full of sadness.

Grandma Song sighed, tightened her hands that were holding her son's palms, and said expectantly: "Rong Zhao, two days ago, I went to the ancestor to ask for peace, and I happened to hear the old ancestor and Mrs. Tai talking, I heard that a few days ago there was a Lu Shangshu in Beijing, who used to be your grandfather's protégé, and had some friendship with our Zhao family. ”

Zhao Rongzhao raised his head suspiciously, glanced at his mother, and didn't quite understand what she meant.

When he left the capital, he was not yet ten years old, and he could not remember many things, let alone these intricate interpersonal relationships.

"Lu Shangshu has a young daughter in his family, he is deeply favored by Lu Shangshu, and he will also take his daughter with him when he goes out of Beijing this time, this Lu girl's mother has specially dragged people to inquire, she has outstanding talents, good conduct, and is similar to your age, and she just didn't decide to marry......"

Having said this, if Zhao Rongzhao couldn't guess what Grandma Song had in mind, I am afraid that he would have lived for so many years in vain, he immediately frowned, and said affirmatively: "Mother, you obviously know who I have in my heart, why do you have to waste your mind on these things, I will not agree!" ”

"You're going to be angry!" When Grandma Song heard this, she was so angry that she was about to suffocate, so she hurriedly withdrew her hand and hammered it a few times on her left chest.

Zhao Rongzhao couldn't bear it in his heart, but he was very reluctant to compromise on this matter, so he didn't start and didn't look at his mother's resentful and angry gaze.

"So what's so good about Liu Zijin? It's just a dusty woman, just for her, your father is so disappointed in you, even the ancestors don't treat you very much now, you look at your current appearance, for an irrelevant outsider, or a Qinglou woman who ushered in and sent to, she almost fell into the betrayal of her relatives! ”

The son's attitude simply broke Grandma Song's heart, thinking about what kind of demon trick Liu Zijin used on her son, how could she let her son die for her?

"Mother, it's not her fault that she fell into the dust, not to mention that she is a clean person, not the woman who ushered in the dust as you said, I will not marry her in this life!" After saying this decisive sentence, Zhao Rongzhao didn't start, biting his lip and refusing to speak.

On one side is his mother, and on the other side is the person he loves deeply, he doesn't want to hurt either end, but his mother's words are really excessive, Liu Zijin is also a poor person, if it weren't for the disaster in her family, she would have fallen into the dust? It's fate that's wrong, not her, even her own mother, can't maliciously slander her.

"How did I give birth to such a foolish thing as you!" Grandma Song slapped the table and stood up, so angry that she was about to smoke, her chest kept rising and falling, and she said indignantly: "Zhao Rongzhao, you also listen to me, if I live for a day, she Liu Zijin won't want to enter the door of my Zhao family!" ”

"Then I'll move out!" Zhao Rongzhao was also angry, straightened up and blurted out.

As soon as the words fell, a loud slap of 'pop' sounded in the house, which looked particularly ethereal in the empty room.

From childhood to adulthood, Grandma Song was reluctant to touch a hair of him, even if he did something wrong, at most it was a small punishment and a big commandment, and he never beat him, and the relationship between mother and son has always been very good and intimate. Now for Liu Zijin's sake, Zhao Rongzhao can't remember how many times his mother has turned her face, and even made a move.

"What a good son of mine! If you dare to move out, your mother will die in front of you, you don't believe you can try! Grandma Song's eyes were sharp, staring directly at her son, her teeth kept chattering, and she pointed at her son with the one she had just slapped her son, and her fingertips couldn't stop trembling.

As if he was stunned, Zhao Rongzhao sat down, laughed twice, but the look on his face was three points uglier than crying. (To be continued) R655