At noon, Yang Chenglie returned.

He seemed to be very calm, but those who knew him well could still see some clues in his eyes.

It's complicated!

A little disappointed, but seemed to be happy.

He dismounted outside the courtyard gate, and Song An had already run out and took the reins of the horse.

By the way, Song An is no longer a loner now, and has been officially promoted to the head of the Yang family's front hall, and he also has three subordinates. Two healthy women and one healthy servant were also sent by Zheng Jingsi after Guangwu Mountain.

In Zheng Jingsi's words: Wenxuan, you are also from a big family, how can you let your wife cook and handle sundries?

When he said this, Yang Chenglie was not easy to refuse.

As a result, three more people were added to the Yang Mansion, which also allowed the Song family to be completely liberated and could devote more energy to the construction of the winery.

"Alang, you're back."

"How?"

Song An said in a low voice: "The eldest prince is angry, just now he said that he was going to the Zheng family to look for you, but he was stopped by the fourth lady and Yang Niangzi, and now he is angry in the house." He didn't eat lunch, and no one was allowed to enter his yard, so he was a little unhappy. ”

"Hmph, it's back to him!"

When Yang Chenglie heard this, he was immediately furious.

He strode into the front hall, and the Song family was about to come over to greet him, but seeing his face, he immediately stopped Yang Qingnu and Yang Rui, and retreated to the living room. Yang Chenglie walked through the door, entered the backyard, and went straight to the Ailiantang where Yang Shouwen lived.

Entering from the moon gate in the courtyard, there is a screen carved from white marble with a lotus pond pattern carved on it. Several lotus flowers bloom in the pool. Vivid. This white marble screen. It was created by Ichiro Ma. It is worthy of the name of the first stonemason in Xingyang. On the back of the screen, Yang Shouwen's Ai Lian said, and the font is from Yang Shouwen's face.

The scenery in the small courtyard has changed a lot from when Yang Shouwen first moved in.

The pond became a lotus pond with vines hanging down from the wall and extending to the edge of the lotus pond. The seemingly chaotic vines form a flavor that complements the lotus pond. Messy, yet natural. No artificial carving.

"Son, eat something, you haven't eaten in the morning."

As soon as I walked into the courtyard, I heard Yang's voice of consolation.

Yang Chenglie looked over and saw Yang standing outside the door of the small building with a tray. The door, which never closes, is now closed. Yang tried his best to speak, but there was no sound inside the door, thinking that Yang Shouwen was still angry.

"Sister-in-law Yang, give me the food."

Yang Seungyeol took off his shoes. Step on the clogs placed on the porch and walk to Yang's side.

He took the tray from Young's hand. Then he waved his hand, signaled Yang to step back first, stretched out his hand and gently knocked on the door.

"I don't eat it!"

Yang Shouwen's voice came from the building, "I'm about to be kicked out of the house, what else to eat?" ”

Hearing this, Yang Chenglie only felt a tremor in his heart.

However, he quickly calmed down and said in a deep voice, "Son, it's me." ”

There was no sound in the building immediately, and after a while, I heard a clattering sound, presumably Yang Shouwen went upstairs on crutches.

Yang Chenglie sighed and reached out to pull the door open.

"Ah Lang, if you have anything to say to your son, you also know that this child's temper is sometimes stubborn, and he is easy to drill into the horns."

Yang stood under the porch, and when he saw that Yang Chenglie was about to enter the door, he hurriedly persuaded softly.

Sometimes, the relationship between these two fathers and sons is really complicated.

Yang Shouwen is a stubborn person, and Yang Chenglie is also a little stubborn. When everyone has no disagreement, it is a happy comic. But if there is a disagreement, no one will give in, and in the end, someone must come forward to mediate.

I don't know how this situation will be solved today!

Yang Chenglie nodded, indicating that Yang did not have to worry, and entered the house with the tray.

The living room on the first floor was empty, and there was no one in sight.

Yang Chenglie walked up the stairs and went directly to the second floor, but saw that the door of Yang Shouwen's bedroom was closed. He stepped forward and tried to push the door open, but Yang Shouwen latched the door from the inside. Yang Chenglie shook his head helplessly, and said softly: "Son, open the door." ”

"No!"

Yang Shouwen's voice was full of resentment, "Anyway, I won't be surnamed Yang soon, why should I listen to you?" ”

At this time, Yang Shouwen was indeed like a wronged child.

He has poured too much affection into this family and his family.

In his previous life, he was lonely, bedridden for more than ten years, and did not have a relative by his side. In this life, he finally had a home, but he experienced seventeen years of stumbling. This made him pay more attention to this family and Yang Chenglie.

But when he heard that Yang Chenglie was going to let him change his surname, he suddenly had a feeling of being abandoned and deceived.

"You are still surnamed Yang now, and you are still my son Yang Chenglie, open the door immediately."

Yang Chenglie suddenly raised his voice, "Don't dare to stare at you because you're better than me." I'm telling you, I'm your son! If it weren't for the injuries you see, I would have beaten you up a long time ago. I repeat, open the door for me! Hear no. ”

There was silence in the room.

A moment later, the sound of crutches tapping the ground was heard, and the door opened.

Yang Shouwen stiffened his neck and glared at Yang Chenglie angrily, "I opened the door, what do you want." ”

Who knows, Yang Chenglie's originally serious face suddenly softened, and even had a hint of laughter.

"Son, you have a wound on your body, why don't you eat? Hurry up, this is specially made for you by Sister-in-law Yang, and they are all delicious...... Come on, come on, let's go in and talk. You smell it, it's so fragrant! I smell it and feel greedy. ”

Do you want to be so undisciplined, didn't you just say you were going to beat me?

Yang Shouwen snorted, and walked back on crutches.

Yang Chenglie laughed with him, followed up with a food plate, and put it on the couch table.

"Will you care if I die or not? Aren't you going to send me out? I'm almost no longer someone else's child, what does it matter to you whether I'm hungry or not? ”

"Son, will you sit down first?"

"Humph!"

Yang Shouwen put the crutches on the edge of the couch, and then sat down.

"Eat first, it's almost cold."

"Let's be clear about what you mean."

"You eat first, and I'll say while you eat."

"Don't eat...... If you don't explain it, I won't eat Yang Jiasu. ”

Yang Chenglie put down his chopsticks and looked at Yang Shouwen, his expression was a little complicated.

He knew that this matter had left a pimple in Yang Shouwen's heart! If he couldn't explain it clearly, he wouldn't have agreed.

After a moment's silence, he sighed.

"Son, I'm thinking about you too."

"For my sake, let me change my surname?"

"Actually, I just let you follow your mother's surname, but I didn't expect you to react so much."

"Unexpected?" Yang Shouwen was suddenly angry, "If I am born, you let me take my mother's surname, and I will never have an opinion." Whether it's Zheng Shouwen or Yang Shouwen, anyway, I was born by you, so it's up to you. But I have been a member of the Yang family for 17 years, you didn't abandon me when I was sick, and I'm better now, but you want me to change my surname?

Do you know, you do this and I feel that I am incompetent, which is why you do it.

Also, did you ask me to change my surname and ask Ah Weng? When I was sick, Aung was there for me. He taught me fists and feet, taught me marksmanship, and taught me the art of guiding the golden toad...... Why? Because my surname is Yang, and I am his grandson, do you understand? (To be continued......)