On the day of the birthday banquet, it snowed in Nanjing, and Fang Xuan lay on the window to watch very early, this is the first time it snowed in this small half a month, unlike the snow in Fengtian, a large area, which came heavy and urgent. There were few pedestrians on the street, the neighbor's children were having snowball fights with their brothers, and the taller boys always deliberately smashed the snowballs a little off, and then the little boy was pasted on his face with a snowball, and the little doll pointed to the boy's face and fell to the ground laughing.

With a warm shoulder on his shoulder, Fang Xuan looked back and shouted with a smile: "Dad."

"Why did you wake up so early?" Fang Qingli said and clasped the jacket draped on her daughter's body, and checked it upward.

"Early in the morning, I heard someone shouting in the street that it was snowing, so I thought about it. Dad, the snow here is different from Mukden, and the people are different. Fang Xuan looked at the brothers playing outside the window, and now the people of Fengtian would only complain that God was making things worse, and then hurried away.

"Yes, it's different, it's changed a lot, but it's still the same more, and those are the forces that support the nation to go on." Fang Qingli looked at her daughter's bright eyes with confusion, she was still a child after all.

"It's so cold early in the morning, what are you two standing at the window, go wash and eat, and wait for the simmering to dress up, after all, it's going to such a big scene, you still have to pay attention to it, hurry up" Meng Xiaohui put on her clothes and shouted to the two people standing by the window.

After eating, my uncle ordered the dyeing workshop to help Fang Xuan make clothes, goose yellow long-sleeved cheongsam, and the white cashmere coat that Han Yunying helped her buy in Xinjiekou a few days ago. The little girl wore a pair of silver bracelets on her hands, and she jingled bells when she walked, which was particularly beautiful.

"Simmer, remember to call people when you arrive, listen to grandma, don't run around, do you hear?" Before getting into the car, Meng Xiaohui was still instructing.

"Well, I know, mother, don't worry." Although Meng Xiaohui has been chattering in Fang Xuan's ear since yesterday, the little girl still agreed one by one very sensibly, her voice was soft, squinting and smiling at her mother, a pair of pear vortices on her face, looming, with a fluffy collar, the whole person looked like a snow doll shining with sun in the snow. Meng Xiaohui was also much relieved to see her daughter so obedient.

Mei's family is in the east of the city, the car has been gone for half an hour, and finally stopped in front of a bungalow, get out of the car, Fang Xuan helped his grandmother to walk inside, there was a sign hanging in front of the yard, with the words "Mei Mansion" written, there were many fewer cars parked in the yard, there was already a noisy voice in the hall, the doorman at the door was wearing a military uniform, not like an ordinary waiter, more like a soldier of the army, Fang Xuan handed over the invitation to him, the man opened it and glanced at it, and saluted the two of them, "Mrs. Meng, please, the ninth master has ordered, please go to the VIP seat and take a seat." ”

"Thank you, that's a lot of work." The old lady nodded, patted her granddaughter's hand on her arm, and walked in.

The banquet had just begun, and the people in the hall were either wearing suits and ceremonial dresses or cheongsams, all of them were gorgeous, and they greeted each other. Turning the corner, they arrived at the lounge, and the orderly pushed open the door and invited the two of them in, and there was a cabinet of records next to the coffee-colored leather sofa and the clean gramophone. There were some snacks on the table, and there was a freshly run Longjing, and under the feet was the carpet of Xuebai. The orderlies brought the two grandparents in, put on the records, poured the tea, and just wanted to turn around and leave, when they heard the little girl's soft and glutinous voice muttering: "Hmph, it is really only the sound of glamour that it seems to be capitalist and vulgar." A drop of cold sweat fell from the police officer who had just turned around, and now this little girl's mouth is really powerful. As soon as I looked up, I saw Mei Jinrong standing at the door in a suit, combing her big back neatly, and the black suit made her look more and more upright and loose.

"Ninth Master, me."

"You go out first, there should be a lot of people outside the door, go see if the old man is ready." Mei Jinrong's voice was low, but it was very harmonious with the string of Li beads that came out of the gramophone, thinking of this, Fang Xuan suddenly forgot to say behind his back again that the shortcomings of the person were embarrassed by being caught by the same person, and he couldn't help laughing.

"Hello old lady, I'm Mei Jinrong." Mei Jinrong glanced at the little girl next to her who was smiling and her shoulders trembled, she seemed to be very confused, this time she was also caught red-handed, why is it not like last time, is it really that a dead pig is not afraid of boiling water?

"Hello Ninth Master, this is my granddaughter, Fang Xuan, simmering, calling people." The old lady looked at the little girl beside her and kept her head down, thinking that it was the girl's family that did not see foreign men, and the ninth master was famous and handsome, so the little girl should be shy.

"The old woman called me Jinrong, you are an elder, as for Miss Fang, I was fortunate to meet before I went down, and I can be regarded as acquaintance." Mei Jinrong has an excellent bearing, but although he wants to tell the previous things and the plate, he is also stabbed below, Fang Jin is afraid that he will be unkind like an old lady to complain, that scene is not what he likes to see.

Fang Xuan raised his head and tried to pull out a beautiful smile, "Yes, grandma, I met with the ninth master last time in my uncle's workshop." As he spoke, he stared at the mildly smiling man on the sofa opposite.

"Well, Miss Fang looks like she is from a famous scholarly family, and it is really an export, but I don't know if I have the honor to ask Miss Fang for advice, whether there is anything wrong with the decoration of my living room, it just seems to have made Miss Fang a little unhappy, please don't hesitate to give advice." Sure enough, this guy really heard it, and said that it was not so easy to fool the past.

"Yes, simmer, what did you mutter just now, grandma didn't hear clearly."

"Without grandma, I am just praising the luxurious decoration of the Mei Mansion, showing the grandeur of the mansion everywhere, Mr. Mei is worthy of coming back from abroad, it is really different." Fang Xuan bit his heart and said something ambiguous.

"That's it, but Mei didn't seem to hear it just now, what a glamour"

"Mr. Mei must have stood farther away just now, and what the little girl said was that this music was really a string of pearls, so that only Mr. Mei's bearing could match it."

"What do you mean by that?" Mei Jinrong is eager to learn.

Fang Xuan coughed: "Mr. Mei studied abroad in his early years, he should be a little unfamiliar with Chinese studies, I don't know if Mr. Mei has heard "Sending Mingzhou to the Horse Envoy", the poem once mentioned that 'He Lang's little prostitute has a good singing voice, and Yan Lao calls it a string of beads"

Before Fang Xuan finished speaking, he was beaten by the old lady, and after waiting for the little girl to glance, she turned her head and smiled and apologized to Mei Jinrong, "Don't blame the ninth master, this girl has been spoiled by her family since she was a child, and she has no rules, I will definitely teach her a lesson when I go back to my wife." ”

Fang Xuan pursed his lips, although he was not convinced, he didn't dare to say anything more.

Mei Jinrong smiled and shook her head: "It's okay, Miss Fang is innocent, and she is one of the few women who is full of poetry and books. When Fang Xuan heard him say this, he felt that this person was very good at pretending, but what he thought was that he didn't make a mistake, it was all real feelings, but he didn't dare to choke at the mouth, for fear that he would be hit by a board when he went back. Although the old lady loves the younger generation, and she has a special preference for this granddaughter who is far away in Fengtian, she is also extremely discerning between right and wrong, and if she really makes a big mistake, no one can escape.

No longer speaking, Fang Xuan raised his head at Mei Jinrong and grinned, just hoping that this matter would pass as soon as possible, who knows, this old man remembers his hatred, and he is even worse than a woman.

"Mei is not as full of poetry and books as Miss Fang, so I want to ask Miss Fang a question." After taking a sip of tea, Mei Jinrong asked for advice with a smile on her face.

"Mr. Mei, please say, "It's really not that easy to turn over the film."

"The poem Mei Mei that Miss Fang said about before was indeed lonely and unheard, but when I was a child, I was fortunate to watch Mr. Guan practice calligraphy, and once wrote down Tao Zongyi's "Dropout Record", and the text also mentioned: 'There are many words, there are few sounds, there are many words, and the so-called string of pearls is also' I don't know if Miss Fang has read this poem, so far Mei has never understood the truth too much, and I hope that Miss Fang will give me one or two."

Fang Xuan stared at the breezy man opposite, and said in his belly, isn't it just sarcastic that he talks too much and has no ink on his chest, he really knows what it means to be a woman and a "villain" who is difficult to raise.

"Mr. Mei......" Just as he wanted to refute, there was a knock on the door, "Ninth Master, the old man came to you and said that he asked you to bring Old Lady Meng to the hall." The maid at the door just knocked on the door and did not come in, which shows that the Mei Mansion has strict rules.

"Okay, I got it. Old woman, let's get out of the hall, my father is in the hall now, and it is inconvenient for me to entertain you alone, so please forgive me. Mei Jinrong got up and helped the old lady and walked out the door.

"It's okay, today's birthday, he should be busy, our grandparents and grandchildren are just here to have a good time." That's it, so it seems that the second quarrel ended with Fang Xuan's defeat, and when he walked to the door, Fang Xuan glanced at the man who was holding the old lady next to him, and silently said "pretend" in his heart, and looked at the maid lady who lowered her head at the door, and sighed, it was really bad luck.