When my car arrived at the Wuhou Temple, Lao Yao and his wife stood at the gate waiting for me.

"Why are you only here now! We've been waiting for you for a long time," Yao Xiao asked.

"I ran into an acquaintance!" I replied to him simply. He didn't ask who it was. I was hesitating whether to tell his wife about what I had just seen Yang Meng, but I heard her say to Lao Yao: "Let's wait a while and say hello to Lao Li, he will call Mr. Li to pick a car that can run fast." The shaved Yang Meng's face shook in front of my eyes. I thought to myself, thanks to this slow driver, I had the opportunity to meet Yang Mengmiao.

I now know the whereabouts of that father! But can I tell his children the news? Can I get him out? Where did you put him after you rescued him? Is there any possibility that he will be a new man? - When we walked into the temple, I was thinking about these questions along the way. The scenery on both sides hurried past before my eyes, leaving no impression on my mind. We turned into a secluded promenade facing the lotus pond on one side and leaning against the wall on the other. We sat down at a tea table next to the railing.

The sun had not yet shone on the pool, but it was already full of green umbrellas. A fresh morning air filled the hallway. There were a few tea tables on the porch, and there were only three of us. It's quiet. Outside the walls, the melodious chirping of birds resounded from the tall trees. The cousin walked lazily with a rag. We asked him for tea, and he wiped the table and walked away slowly. After a few minutes, he served the tea bowl. A sense of comfort gradually permeated my body, and I lay down on the bamboo chair and dozed off.

"Look, Lao Li is dozing off," I heard Yao say with a smile. I didn't bother to open my eyes, I felt as if he was speaking in the distance.

"Let him sleep for a while, and don't wake him up," replied Mrs. Yao in a low voice; "He must be tired and wrote so many words last night."

"Actually, he can write during the day. Writing too much at night is not good for your health. I tried to persuade him, but he didn't listen to me," said Yao again.

"Probably quiet at night, so that you can use your thoughts. I've heard that foreigners write novels, mostly at night, and they often stay up late," added Mrs. Yao, whose voice was so low that I could barely hear it. "But after this novel is finished, he should have a good rest." She suddenly asked, "Won't he leave soon?" ”

My drowsiness was driven away by their conversation, but I had to pretend to be asleep and not dare to move.

"He's leaving? Where is he going? Did you hear him talk about leaving? Lao Yao asked in surprise.

"Nope. But I think he'll be gone if he's done with the novel. We should keep him for a few more months, he's outside, life isn't necessarily comfortable, he's too inattentive to himself. Lao Wen and Sister-in-law Zhou all said that he had a good temper, he lived in our garden and never asked them to take anything. He will use whatever is sent to him," said Mrs. Yao.

"That's the temper of people who are used to running outside. I just love this temper! Lao Yao said with a smile.

"You've been to a lot of places, why don't you have this temper?" Mrs. Yao smiled softly.

"I'm going to be special. This is our family tradition. Even Xiaohu is like me! Lao Yao replied conceitedly.

Mrs. Yao paused for a moment before continuing: "Xiaohu is certainly like you, but he has become more in the past two years. If the Zhao family indulges him again, I think it will be difficult to discipline him in the future. I'm the stepmother, and the Zhao family is not happy with me, I don't care too much, you should discipline him well. ”

"I know what you mean. However, he is the grandson of the Zhao family, and the Zhao family spoils him, so it is inconvenient for me to interfere. Hengzhu Xiaohu is still young, and his temper is easy to change, so it won't matter in two years," Lao Yao said.

"Actually, he's not too young. Nothing else can be said. The Zhao family didn't let him go to school well, so they only taught him to gamble and watch plays, which is really not good. Besides, it's going to be a big test. Do you think you're going to send someone to pick him up tonight? Mrs. Yao said.

"I don't think it's useful to send someone there, so I'd better go by myself. But you also know Xiaohu's grandmother's temper, it doesn't make sense to reason with her, and there is still a way to intercede with her," Lao Yao said.

"I also know that you and I are in a difficult situation, but you only have Xiaohu as a son, and we should also take care of his future," Mrs. Yao said.

"Your words are not right, now you can't say that I only have one son, Xiaohu, I still have ......" he smiled proudly.

"Phew!" She gave him a soft sip. "Be quiet. Mr. Lai is here. I'm serious, you're kidding. ”

"I won't say anything. Besides, it's like we've come here to quarrel. It would be bad if Lao Li heard that he wrote about the little things of the villain and wrote us all into it," Lao Yao joked deliberately.

"You're not a villain. Don't worry, he won't write about a 'nobleman' like you," Mrs. Yao said with a smile.

I couldn't bear it any longer. I coughed and slowly opened my eyes.

"Mr. Li, how about you sleep? Did we wake you up? She asked me kindly.

I quickly said no.

"We're talking about you, and you're awake. It's a good thing we haven't said anything bad about you," Yao continued.

"I believe this. You didn't come to visit the Wuhou Temple to speak ill of me," I said, smiling myself.

"Lao Li, do you want to go to the main hall to draw lots and see what your future is?" Lao Yao smiled at me.

"I don't have to smoke. You should accompany your wife to draw lots," I replied jokingly.

"Okay, let's go take a break," said Yao to his wife. He stood up and walked behind his wife's bamboo chair.

"This doesn't make sense, I'm not going!" His wife shook her head and said embarrassedly.

"It's just a joke, why should you take it seriously! Go, go," he urged her to her feet.

"Okay, I'll keep the table here, you can go. Since she was interested in reciting poems, Mrs. Yao accompanied him on a trip, "I will help Lao Yao talk playfully."

Mrs. Yao smiled, slowly stood up, turned her face to her husband and said, "I'm completely with you." Then she said to me, "Then please wait here for a while, and you can sleep well." She smiled, took her handbag, and walked away by her husband's arm.

At this time, there were already two guests on the tea table two tables behind me, young students, each with a book to read. The sunlight slowly crept down the pool. A few sparrows chirped from the opposite eaves. A calm, comfortable air enveloped the place. I was about to close my eyes when suddenly a couple of visitors in the opposite corridor caught my attention. My tiredness disappeared immediately. I looked at them attentively, and I saw the Yang child first (he was wearing a yellow school uniform), then his brother, and then his mother, a young lady. They walked behind, and the young lady was talking to Mrs. Yang San, and both of them turned their faces to the pool, and suddenly Mrs. Yang San smiled, and the young lady laughed too. The two young men who walked in front of them stopped, turned around and spoke to the young lady. They laughed too.

Their laughter was faintly reaching my ears. I suspect I'm dreaming. Didn't I see that husband and father just now? Didn't I see the whipping with my own eyes? Now I hear the joyful laughter again! They don't know anything. They were so close to the man who carried the stone, but it was as if they were living in two worlds. I don't know if they still have a little bit of old memories, but the love and hate of the past are still condensed into a chain in my eyes, and they are tied to that person. I'm a stranger and can't forget their relationship. I also knew I wasn't qualified to judge them, but their laughter caused me to resent it. They were coming towards me, and the closer they came in, the more unhappy I became. I saw the child's brother accompany the young lady through the small door to the outside. The child and his mother went down to my hallway. The child walked in front, he recognized me from a distance, greeted me with a smile, and he also walked to the tea table and politely called me: "Mr. Li." ”

"You come with your mother to visit the Wuhou Temple," I said with a smile, and my unpleasantness gradually disappeared when I saw his kind, kind smile.

"Yes, and my brother, and my cousin," he replied with a smile, and turned to his mother, whispering a few words to her. She glanced at me and asked him to take her by the arm and walk up to me, and he said, "This is my mother." ”

I hurriedly stood up and greeted her. She smiled at me and nodded, "Please be seated." I'm still standing. She added: "I Han'er said that Mr. Li often helps him and advises him, I am really grateful. ”

"Mrs. Yang, you are too polite, where can I help? Not to mention advice. Ling Lang is indeed a good boy, and I like him," I said modestly. The child looked at me and smiled.

"How did Mr. Li know that he is actually the most disobedient child," she replied politely, turning to her son again, "Do you hear that?" Mr. Li is complimenting you, don't be naughty in the future. Later, she said to me, "Mr. Lai, please sit down, we won't disturb you." She smiled and nodded to me again, and went with her son.

"Mr. Lai, goodbye," the child turned back to greet me.

I sat down. I still have the mother's face in my eyes. It is a straight, featureless oval face, not beautiful, but the corners of the mouth often show a pleasant smile. A little powder was lightly rubbed on his face, and there was quite a lot of hair, and he pulled a bun at the back. She wore a coffee-colored short-sleeved cheongsam. In appearance, she was in her thirties (in fact, she should have been over forty!). And she was an amiable woman.

Is that possible, the story of the children of the Yang family? Is this the woman who let her son drive away his father? - I thought to myself, and I turned my head to look at them. Mother and son had just sat down at the tea table behind the students, and the mother smiled kindly at her son. She doesn't look like a cold woman!

"Lao Li, it's very good, sign it!" Lao Yao's voice made me turn my head immediately. He came back with his wife with a radiant face, and was walking towards me a few steps from my tea table.

"Where? Show me," I said.

"She was embarrassed and tore it up for her," Lao Yao said with a smug smile.

"It doesn't make sense," she blushed and laughed slightly.

I don't bother to ask again. At this time, the child's brother came in with the young lady, and I said to Mrs. Yao, "The brother of the Yang family is here, and that is his cousin." ”

Mrs. Yao raised her head and followed my gaze. Lao Yao also turned to look at the two people.

The young lady wore a pink cheongsam, two braids hung down behind her head, her round face was not pretty, but it was not ugly, she was only eighteen or nineteen years old, and there was an innocent expression on her eyes and lips. She didn't hide from the eyes of the three of us, and walked past us with brisk steps with a smile on her face.

"What a look like two brothers! My brother is white, and his clothes are neat. doesn't look like a powerful person, how can he be so fierce to his father! It's unthinkable! Mrs. Yao whispered to me.

"No one is allowed to look like a person. In fact, his father is too angry, no wonder he-" Lao Yao interjected. From this sentence, I knew that Mrs. Yao had told her husband the story of the child.

"My cousin is also good, and I know at first glance that she is a solid and good person. Where's my brother? Mrs. Yao continued.

"Right at that table, and his mother was there," I replied, moving my head back.

"Yes, I do," she said with a slight nod. "His mother is very kind-looking." She took two sips of tea and put the bowl back on the table. She turned her eyes back to the tea table. After a few minutes, she turned back and said, "Their family is very affectionate, very friendly, and they seem to be close people." How could those things happen? Is there another reason? ”

"I tell you, appearances are unreliable. Look at people, don't look at appearances. In fact, in terms of appearance, where can that child compare to Xiaohu! Lao Yao said.

Mrs. Yao was silent. I was also silent. I almost scolded Xiaohu. It took me a lot of effort to swallow the words that were already in my mouth. I bit my lip and turned my face back to the coffee table.

My feelings have changed and now they have become more. I thought: What right do I have to resent the laughter and happiness of those people? Why shouldn't they laugh? Am I a judge who declares "vengeance is mine", and I have to completely rob them of what little happiness they have?

The sound of intermittent laughter came from their tables. It's the same happy laughter, but they don't sting my heart anymore. Why shouldn't I be happy with others? Why shouldn't I make others happy? Have I forgotten the fact that joyful laughter has gradually become a precious thing?

No one guessed my mood. I talked to Mr. and Mrs. Yao about something else. Actually, we didn't talk much, because Lao Yao likes to talk about his little tiger, but I get angry when I hear him praise him.

At eleven o'clock, we left for lunch at the temple restaurant. The children also went outside. He walked past our tea table. As soon as we stood up, he suddenly came over to say hello to Mrs. Yao, then took me by the arm and took two steps out. He whispered to me with a serious expression, "Have you heard anything about my father?" ”

I hesitated. The words almost jumped out of my mouth, and I swallowed them again. But I quickly decided what words to use to answer him. I shook my head and said calmly, "No." "I said it very simply, and I didn't feel like I was lying.

The child went out with us. Mr. and Mrs. Yao walked in front, and my child and I followed. The child keeps his mouth shut and does not speak. I know he's still thinking about his father. He dropped me off at the door of the restaurant. As he said goodbye to me, he suddenly stretched out his head and whispered as if reporting important news: "Mr. Li, I forgot to tell you a happy thing: my cousin is actually my future sister-in-law. They got engaged last week. ”

A smile appeared on his face. He didn't wait for me to speak, then turned and ran away.

I stood in the doorway and looked at his back. This child is not like a person with a tragic background. His steps were still so brisk. This "happy event" apparently made him happy.

I thought so, and his cousin's round face shook in front of my eyes. This is a young face without a deep imprint of life experience, and a pair of bright eyes that blink innocently. I should be happy for this child. Really, shouldn't he be happy?

"Lao Li, what are you doing standing at the door?" Lao Yao shouted at me inside.

I turned away in shock. After I sat down at the dinner table, I told them about the "happy events" that the children had told me.

"That young lady is not bad. It seems that their family is in harmony. Many families are not as good as them. I think it's also a debt to the elder brother who supports the family by himself," said Mrs. Yao, her face beaming with joy.