As soon as the vermilion wooden door was pushed open a crack, Han Dumiao was trembling with fright from the roar that had been brewing all night.

"Bastard! Do you remember that this is your home! ”

Han Tinglin said, and he was about to get up and do it. Han Dumiao, who had been beaten since childhood, reacted quickly, and in an instant, he took out the scroll and shook it open, held it up in front of the angry Zhongyong Gong and said, "Daddy, daddy! This painting is precious! Don't break it! ”

Although Han Tinglin is a rough man who leads troops to fight, he has always been very respectful of elegant things, and when he saw this picture scroll unfolding in front of him, he immediately retracted his legs: "What is this?" ”

Seeing that he had dodged a kick, Hanguangzong was a little afraid of the rest of his life, and said tremblingly: "Return... Back to my father's words, I wanted this painting to give it to my mother, so I specially asked my buddy for it! That... That's... I thought that the child's birthday would be the day of the mother's suffering... It's not easy for my mother to give birth to me and raise me, so I begged my buddies to give my mother a gift on my birthday, that's why..."

Hanguangzong said but suddenly stopped: he wanted to report the door of this painting, but he was drunk and didn't wake up, and he was in a trance for a while. When Fang Shaoze gave him this painting, he said that he painted it with others, but now he was in a hurry but he couldn't remember it clearly.

But when Mrs. Han heard this, she was moved to tears, and hurriedly seized the opportunity to step forward in front of her son, and said sadly: "Zong'er! My mother didn't expect you to be so filial, and I still wanted to bring gifts to my mother on my birthday! ”

Just when Mrs. Han wanted to take the painting, Han Tinglin's eyes suddenly lit up, and he snatched it coldly.

After taking a closer look at it in his hand, Han Tinglin believed that what he saw was true, and pointed to the signature in the upper right corner and asked in disbelief: "Isn't this the seal of Xi Chenxi's champion?" ”

This son of mine has always been cynical, how could he know such an incredible character?!

"Yes, yes, I remember!" As soon as he heard this name, Hanguang Zong remembered Fang Shaoze's words yesterday, and hurriedly hid behind his mother and said: "I have heard people say that Master Xi is the best at gongbi painting, so I specially asked him for this five Buddha picture!" Look, is the Bodhisattva in the center the face of a mother? ”

Han Tinglin heard this and lowered his head to take a closer look, but found that the Bodhisattva in the middle really resembled his wife: "But that champion has never seen your mother, how can he draw it so realistically?" ”

As soon as the words "this ......" came out, Han Dumiao was a little speechless.

But Mrs. Han spoke up appropriately and stopped in front of her son and explained, "Why else! It must have been described in detail by Zong'er! ”

"Yes, yes, yes!" Hanguang Sect hurriedly agreed.

But in the end, it is still the father who knows his son best, and he can't easily believe that his son can know the champion of the dynasty anyway, so he bows his head and tries to find a mistake in the painting.

Sure enough, when he saw Fang Shaoze's signature, he wondered: "Then who is this Fang Shaoze?" ”

Finally chatting about the people he was familiar with, Hanguangzong suddenly came to his senses, and hurriedly poked out his head and chattered: "Father, this Fang Shaoze is the eldest son of Lord Fang, the fine food servant of the Ministry of Rites!" Hey, but this brother Fang's life experience is also very difficult, he was bereaved of his mother since he was a child, and Lord Fang was raised in the countryside, and finally wandered for a few months before rushing to Guangling, but missed the exam. Later, by chance, Xi Zhuangyuan's son was saved from the hands of the lord of Yun'an. Brother Fang, he is generous and kind, I think it is probably because of this that he can make friends with Xi Zhuangyuan's family! It took me a lot of effort to get this painting from Master Xi through him! ”

Listening to his son's chiseled appearance like a bamboo tube pouring beans, Han Tinglin's suspicion in his heart was much smaller, after all, after the last state banquet, the news that the champion was slapped by the lord of Yun'an County had already spread.

However, Han Tinglin still had some doubts about this matter: "How did you know the son of the fine food waiter?" ”

Hanguangzong hurriedly explained, "Brother Fang, he is also taking classes with us in Taixue now!" And he is also a protégé of Dr. Yang Tong! Not only that, but I also heard that Brother Fang's former teacher in Luoquan was also a very famous person in the literary world, if it weren't for his face, how could Dr. Yang Tong and others accept Brother Fang from the countryside as a protégé! ”

When Han Tinglin heard this, he also felt very reasonable. Although Yang Tong was criticized in Guangling because of Longyang's goodness, his knowledge coupled with his reliance on pilgrimage, Han Tinglin really felt that this person must not be a general person with bad conduct.

Seeing that his father was not as angry as Fang Cai, Hanguangzong hurriedly struck while the iron was hot and began to lyrical: "Hey, father, you don't know, Brother Fang, it's really not easy!" The people in the Fang Mansion were afraid that he would share the family property and despise and bully him, but Brother Fang was very proud and didn't want to be looked down upon in the Fang family, so he led the people from Luoquan with him to move to the murderous mansion on Qinmoss Street! Originally, the man's fate was difficult enough, but that brother Fang still had a face like a flower and jade, so many people had evil intentions because of his handsome appearance and helplessness. Although I don't like to read, I never saw them bullying others like this, so I made a few turns for him, and then I became friends with Brother Fang. These five Buddha drawings were also asked for by him from Xi Zhuangyuan for me! ”

As soon as he heard this, Han Tinglin's anger disappeared a little. Seeing this, Mrs. Han hurriedly took the opportunity to protect the treasure on the tip of her heart: "Husband, you always say that you have to be a person first and then do things, although our son is not good at reading, but this character is as upright, generous and helpful as you." In fact, I have also heard a lot of rumors about that Fang Mansion, and some time ago, when my lady of the Fang Mansion was drinking tea, I also heard that Mrs. Fang Baba sent a lot of objects and subordinates to Qinmoss Street. If it weren't for the sake of maintaining her own reputation, how could her stepmother send things over with great fanfare! So I don't think Zong'er is lying. ”

Having said that, Han Tinglin finally fully believed in his son.

Thinking of this Han Dumiao's righteous act of speaking up for his buddy and helping him, coupled with the fact that he specially asked for a painting for his mother from Xi Chen, who was popular in front of the saint, he immediately had some appreciation for his son.

But hindering his image of a strict father, Han Tinglin felt that this little lone seedling was cute again, but he still said with a straight face: "Hmph, you are a little bastard and sensible!" However, after experiencing such wind and rain but still not growing crooked, the future will definitely make a difference! You bastard, you have to see the wise, you know! ”

Seeing that his father finally had the intention of letting himself go, Hanguangzong finally settled down. But before he slipped back to his yard, he suddenly heard someone behind him ask slowly, "Zong'er, what's in the bamboo box you throw at your feet?" ”

As soon as he heard this voice, Hanguang Zongden had goosebumps, and his heart that had just settled down hung again. Hurriedly changed to coax Han Tinglin's sneer, Hanguangzong turned around and said honestly: "Since I gave my mother a gift, then I naturally want to think about my grandmother!" So I asked someone to make some delicate snacks for you to bring back. ”

Saying that, Hanguangzong hurriedly picked up the food box on the ground, brought it to Mrs. Han like a treasure, and said, "This pastry is very exquisite, you will definitely like it!" ”

Although Han Dumiao's heart was very reluctant, but in the end, his life was important, so he could only give this snack out of pain.

After hearing this, Mrs. Han trembled and stretched out her hand to open the bamboo food box, only to see six dark purple cake balls with auspicious cloud patterns placed in it, and a fragrance of glutinous rice came to her face.

Seeing his grandmother's amazing face, Hanguangzong hurriedly said nonsense: "I thought that grandmother, you are old, and eating hard things will make you feel uncomfortable, so I begged someone to make these soft and glutinous eight-treasure cakes for you!" However, although this cake dough looks simple, it is extremely complicated to make! I waited until it was dark, and then I got it. Alas, if it weren't for this cake, I wouldn't have been locked up outside the city and made my father so angry! ”

After hearing this, Mrs. Han tasted it with some curiosity. Sure enough, I found that the taste of this eight-treasure cake was soft, and the meat floss and salted egg yolk in it were also salty, fragrant and delicious, so I nodded with satisfaction and said: "Although you shouldn't stay out, this heart really touched my grandmother!" ”

Seeing that both the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law had gifts, Han Tinglin was a little unhappy in his heart: "Okay, you can take it out directly!" ”

"Take... What to take? Upon hearing this, Hanguangzong was stunned. But looking at his father's eyes that suddenly turned from full of anticipation to pale, Hanguangzong suddenly realized: It's over! My father's gift hasn't been arranged yet!

The desire to survive made poor Han Dumiao have a flash of inspiration, and he said without disappointment: "Ah! I said why do I always feel that something is missing, it turns out that your gift was left at Brother Fang's house! Dad, you go back and rest first, and I'll go get it for you!" ”

Saying that, Han Dumiao didn't even dare to turn his head back, and dragged his tired body out of the house again with a heart full of grievances.

Qinmoss Street

Fang Shaoze, who was drunk and unconscious yesterday, was suddenly woken up in a hurry, and as soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Hanguangzong's big face full of anxiety in front of him, and said hurriedly: "Brother Fang, help the rivers and lakes!" Get up! ”

As he spoke, he dragged Fang Shaoze under the bed, and Hanguangzong burned his ass and ordered Granny Wen to change his clothes and freshen up.

Seeing that he was hurriedly preparing, Hanguangzong regained his cynical state with peace of mind: Brother Fang, how can you, a young man, let an old woman serve him all day long? Otherwise, I'll send you a beauty tomorrow, right? ”

These words came suddenly, and Fang Shaoze was defenseless. When he caught a glimpse of Granny Wen's battered face, he immediately glanced at Hanguangzong, and hurriedly made an excuse to send Granny Wen away: "Okay, I'm almost ready, you go make a pot of tea!" ”

Granny Wen, who was devastated, didn't hear Fang Shaoze's maintenance, she only thought that she was also disgusted by her own young master, and walked out slowly with red circles in her eyes.

But as soon as I went out, I heard Hanguangzong in the room whispering: "It's really funny, the little girl in a flowery costume with her hair white like that has to be a hairpin..."

"Brother Han!" Fang Shaoze shouted softly.

But these words also reached Granny Wen's ears word for word, she touched the pink flowers on her sideburns in a daze, and only felt that Fang Cai's words were like sharp knives cutting at her heart.

Oh, yes! Wouldn't he be embarrassed to be in front of the young master like usual now?