Chapter Eighty-Five: Going to the Feast

The old mansion of the Lu family in Jiangcheng is still the same as it was during the Republic of China, and it has been some years.

The courtyard with three entrances and three exits, two verandahs, and the courtyard wall are paved with blue bricks, leaving the memory of time and the memory of Jiangcheng.

At this time when it was not warm and cold, there were only a few plums in the corner, and Ling Han opened it alone. The fragrance of plum blossoms seems to be absent, if it is strong and light.

Lu Cen walked across the patio before entering the main house.

Today's Lu Cen Yuan, dressed in a black suit, a straight white shirt, and a burgundy tie in the middle, looks very festive.

Ruifeng's eyes swept over the room full of people, all kinds of businesses, but they all wore suits, ties, and cleaned up the good scenery.

"Grandpa, I'm here." This sentence sounds like just a greeting for the family to meet, but Lu Cen Yuan said it very formally.

Lu Cen Yuan bypassed the main house, which was about to be overcrowded, and went straight to the backyard.

Different from the hustle and bustle in the main house, the backyard of the Lu family's old house is not very crowded, or more precisely, there are not many idlers.

"I finally know I'm back!"

There was an old man sitting on the rattan chair, the old man was old, Rao was looking at a high position, but his face had a deep ravine carved by the years. However, it is worth mentioning that the wrinkles on the old man's forehead are not forehead lines, but two vertical wrinkles, which are caused by long-term frowning.

The old man has a pair of eagle eyes, which are very powerful, as if through these eyes, he can see through everything, and all the disguises in the world are invisible.

"The grandson is not filial." Lu Cen Yuan, lowered his eyes, and walked to the position half a meter away from the old man.

"You still know that you are not filial, and when you left, you only came back once a year to see me, an old man." The old man waved his dragon head crutch and hit Lu Cen Yuan's calf, Lu Cen Yuan frowned.

"Does this hurt? I think when we went to the battlefield back then, it was also your age, what hardships did you not suffer? ”

The old man pressed his dragon head crutches against the ground.

"Are all the people outside?"

"Almost."

"Then let's go over!"

The dragon's head crutch gently knocked on Lu Cengyuan's leather shoes, and Lu Cen Yuan knew that this was the meaning of letting him help the old man up.

But there are still things that have not been said, and Lu Cen Yuan doesn't want to move yet.

"Xiaoyuan! Why not go? There's something! "Grandpa has a pair of discerning eyes, Lu Cen Yuan sometimes doesn't say it, and the old man can guess it.

"Is this a trouble?"

The dragon's head crutch touched the ground.

"It shouldn't be considered a trouble, but there are some things, so I should inform my grandfather first."

"Say!" The old man only said one word, but he was very domineering.

"Our family and the Diao family in Nancheng are families, and this lawsuit has caused the Diao family's business."

Lu Cen Yuan had just finished speaking, and he was hit on the calf by the dragon's head crutch again.

"What's wrong? The Lu family is now dropping the price like this! Even the Diao family in the south of the city also cooperated with us to call the family. ”

"Xiaoyuan! That uncle of yours is not always smart, so if you are confused, you will be confused! You're going to be so confused! ”

The dragon head crutch gently knocked on Lu Cen Yuan's leather shoes again.

"Help me up!"

"Yes, Grandpa."

Lu Cen Yuan supported the old man's arm with both hands, and helped the old man up.

When the old man was young, he served as a soldier on the battlefield and made meritorious contributions, but he fell into the root of the disease in his legs, and his legs hurt when it rained.

Jiangcheng is very rainy and cloudy, and after grandpa gets old, his legs are even worse, and he almost has to be helped to get up from the seat.