"My name is Nalan Sheng ~ My mother's name is Nian Yuhe ~"

The little one replied with a straight face.

He always felt that the good-looking big brother in front of him was very familiar, and he must be someone his mother knew.

"Nalan? Nalan Heng is you! Yin Zhen stared at his eyes, clenched his fists and asked nervously.

"He's my daddy!" Mother said that he will be called Nalan Sheng in the future, and he is the son of Nalan Daddy, and he finally doesn't have to be scolded by the fat tiger for being a wild child without a father.

"Your mother's nickname is Rice Cake?" Yinzhen's tone carried two completely contradictory moods of expectation and despair.

"Ao~ How do you know?"

"Hehehe! Hahahaha!! Yin Zhen smiled sadly and bitterly.

It turned out that it was true that she faked her death and fled back then, she had already planned to elope with Nalan Heng, and she also made his son's surname Nalan!

Yin Zhen felt like a joke, it turned out that he was the only one who was trapped in this bad relationship and couldn't extricate himself.

"Master..."Su Peisheng looked at the fourth master who was disillusioned at this time.

But seeing that the fourth master didn't turn around, he didn't respond, but his back suddenly fell like an old man.

It was as if someone had suddenly put a thousand pounds of weight on their shoulders. With his back slumped, he struggled to move out step by step.

……

That night, the people from the government sent his son back, and Nian Yaoyue was shocked.

So I stopped doing the work, and rested at home to comfort the children.

"Nian girl! Didn't you go to the teahouse to tell a story today? ”

Qiao'er Niang brought a plate of osmanthus sugar lotus root slices, and the neighbors often gave each other some special side dishes at the meal.

Ordinary people usually cook only one bowl of home-cooked food per meal.

Many people will show their children what their neighbors are cooking and avoid the duplicate ones.

The home-cooked food between the neighbors was exchanged, and the dishes on the table were enriched.

"Our little old-fashioned family was scared by human traffickers yesterday, I want to accompany him, by the way, Qiao'er Niang, I got married to Nalan on the eighth day of the first month of next month, remember to come and eat!"

Nian Yaoyue pulled the osmanthus sugar lotus slices brought by Qiao'er Niang into the bowl with chopsticks, and put some fried small river fish on Qiao Er Niang's plate as a return gift.

Incognito in the alleys, the only guests Nian Yaoyue can invite are the neighbors, and it is more than enough to hold a two-table banquet.

"Oops! Congratulations! Have you prepared a new wedding dress? My niece opened a ready-to-wear shop in Jinyi Lane, and I can take you to get an acquaintance price~"

Qiao'er's mother was busy and began to pull business for her niece.

"Then find a time, my sister will take me to take a look~" Nian Yaoyue said unceremoniously.

"Oh, the girl of the Nian family is going to marry the Nalan boy! Congratulations! "Fat Tiger and her mother came in with a plate of fried river prawns.

"Did you hear that? The Tianzi No. 1 courtyard in Jinguan Lane next door to us has changed owners! ”

Fat Tiger's mother's eyes are full of envy, and I don't know which family is so blessed, the man has the ability to buy a mansion in Linjiang.

"Tsk~"

Nian Yaoyue was also amazed, the houses in Jinguan Lane were all single-family three-entry courtyards.

The blue bricks and gray tiles have horse-head walls, the cloister is hung with lattices, and even the thatched house is larger than her yard.

It is a three-story building with a large observation deck on the roof, which overlooks the whole city. It not only sits on the first-line Qinhuai scenery, but also has a private dock.

Tianzi No. 1 Courtyard used to live in salt merchants, and businessmen valued profits over separation. The salt merchant's family travels all year round.

And the old servant of the family holds the dog at home every day to watch the scenery of the Qinhuai River.

After lunch, Nian Yaoyue was brushing the bowl with a loofah.

"Mother! I'm going to go and play with Brother Xiao Huihui~" The little old-fashioned man was carrying a small backpack made by Nian Yaoyue.

The cloth bag is full of slingshot rattan balls bought by my mother, as well as beloved toys such as the little wooden horse made by Nalan's father.

"Little Ash? Is his mother called the red wolf? Love to take a frying pan, and then his father is called the gray wolf? Hahaha~"

Nian Yaoyue grinned and waved the pan in her hand.

"Not really!"

Xiao Sheng'er was used to her mother's always hippie smile, so she went to play with Xiao Huihui's brother with a straight face.

He walked on his short legs to the mansion in the alley next door that everyone envied.

Before I could knock on the door, the door opened.

But seeing Xiao Huihui's brother's father, he opened the door halfway.

"Sheng'er, what did you have for lunch today?" Yin Zhen leaned over and hugged the little guy in his arms.

"I ate porridge, fried river shrimp, fried small river fish, and osmanthus sugar lotus root slices."

"The fried river shrimp is given by the fat tiger lady, the osmanthus sugar lotus root slices are given by Qiao'er Niang, and the fried river fish is made by the mother!"

The little guy replied 1510, I don't know why, he likes Xiao Huihui's brother's father.

I like it more than I like Daddy Nalan!

Yin Zhen couldn't help frowning, his son ate so shabby, and even grew up eating hundreds of meals like a little beggar!

Let Su Peisheng bring the prepared delicate pastries and snacks to the two children.

Yin Zhen stood silently and watched his two sons happily play together, with mixed feelings in his heart.

"Su Peisheng, copy a copy of the file of this human trafficker case, and send it to the old fox of Nalan Mingzhu in an urgent manner for eight hundred miles!"

……

In a few days, it will be the day of the wedding, and before the wedding, men and women should avoid seeing each other until the day of the wedding.

Nalan Heng's newly bought yard was in Vermilion Bird Lane, but he still couldn't help but suffer from lovesickness, and came to the door of Nian Yaoyue's house.

At this time, Nian Yaoyue stood under the osmanthus tree at the door and chatted with Nalan Heng.

The willows are still around, and the osmanthus is fragrant.

Nalan Heng's eyes were full of doting and admiring eyes, and Nian Yaoyue was embarrassed to be looked at.

"I have flowers on my face?"

"Yes! Here! Caught off guard, Nalan Heng suddenly lowered his head and kissed her forehead.

"You are so fragrant~" Nalan Heng put the rice cake under the osmanthus tree, his eyes were full of tenderness.

He didn't know that behind him, on the top of the three-story building not far away, Yin Zhen's face was gloomy, and the fire gun in his hand was facing Nalan Heng's heart.

He swore that if Nalan Heng dared to touch a strand of his woman's hair again, he would pull the trigger and kill him on the spot.

Su Peisheng looked at the man holding the fire hammer with fear, and his eyes were dead and resentful as he stared at the man and woman under the osmanthus tree.

Fortunately, Nalan Heng did not continue to trespass and rode away, otherwise he would have died today.

Sleepless at night, Yinzhen's feet were full of crooked empty wine bottles, and the liquor cut his throat, but the more he drank, the more sober he became.

Raising his eyes to look at the small courtyard, the woman and son he loved Xinjue Luo Yinzhen were sleeping soundly!

That's his woman! Why should he and Nian miss it! Even if you don't love it! There's no way he'll let go of Nian!

Just torture each other to the point of whiteness!

The night rain is slightly cool, as if it is sad from people, and the cutting is still messy.

In the autumn wind, Su Peisheng watched the drunken Fourth Master raise his sword and cut down trees like a madman in the rain.

It wasn't until the osmanthus tree in front of the Nian's courtyard that there was only a piece of wood left and a stake before the sword was collected.

"Uproot this tree! Leave no trace! ”