On the eighth day of August, at the northeast corner of Middle Street, the sky is long.

The gorgeous exterior of the original silk village has long disappeared, for the same reason, which does not conform to the aesthetic theory of the Oriental Goose.

As for the reason, let's start a few days ago.

After saying goodbye in the middle street, the group came to the Guogong Mansion in Pintong Street, and the gilded characters of the four dragons flying and the phoenix dancing jumped on the plaque.

Dongfang Yan looked at the plaque and was speechless, still remembering that four years ago, the house was still a decent model of integrity, and the entire long street where the official mansions were concentrated, it can be said that it is the most elegant and pure...... plaque.

In the long street, one of the pieces that is submerged by all kinds of gilded fine carvings, master characters, a thousand years of agarwood, and other colorful and luxurious plaques is inconspicuous.

Since the day when her mother died and her grandmother hugged her to see her grandfather, she was deeply moved, how low-key, how introverted, how simple, the mansion of the first prince of Rongjin.

Just by looking at the façade of this plaque, you can see that it is not much better than the most beautiful, noble and magnificent mansion of an unknown county official in the county seat.

So it left her with a good impression of, well, her mother's family is very thrifty. Now it's so flamboyant......

Recalling that time, when Meng Wangye heard the bad news, he smashed a yellow rosewood Eight Immortals table in the hall on the spot, rushed into the study with great momentum, and after a while, he threw a scroll to his subordinates.

"Go, do it for me, our palace has been low-key for too long, let your Dongfang children forget the majesty of my town and country, today's matter, the old man remembers, you have to be careful for me."

At that time, Old Prince Meng was furious, his eyes were shining, and he gritted his teeth to prevent the tears from falling.

Meng Taijun sat on the Taishi chair, he was only in his thirties at the time, and his elegance was still the same, and his handkerchief was silently crying under his eyes, unlike ordinary people crying and grabbing the ground, but the sadness in his eyes was enough to make people feel painful.

There was silence in the hall, a middle-aged man sat silent, and two children about four years old under the seat were ignorant, but they knew that they should not make a loud noise at this moment.

Meng Guogong hugged her from his grandmother's hand, looked at her nose and eyebrows, as if he wanted to see the shadow of another person on her face, and finally buried his face in the swaddling clothes, and muttered good child, good child, I don't know who he was talking about.

The mood of pathos spread in the hall for a while, mixed with low sobs, making people's breath dull and silent.

It seemed that no one had the time and energy to pay attention to her going, and Dongfang Yan was hastily taken away after staying for a while.

Until today, looking at this glossy plaque, I feel like a dream, and the dusty past can no longer be recalled.

Four years ago, on the day of Meng Wanrou's funeral, she ,—— the Zhenguo Mansion.

At that time, Dongfang Yan raised his eyes, Meng Wangye's sideburns seemed to be growing in a thought, a generation of old elegance, swaddling vaguely felt wet, Dongfang Yan also felt that the wetness was soaked with sadness, impregnating her body and heart.

Reborn I still can't get a complete family, and the sadness also comes up layer by layer, and the eyes are moistened, a tear, and the voice is murmuring, unconsciously with a childish and jerky mouth, it seems that he also eagerly wants to comfort the person in front of him, "Outside, Gong." ”

Meng Yingtian was shocked, looked up into her misty eyes, and she suddenly realized that she was only a few days old and should not be able to speak.

At this time, I don't know if he heard it or not, he pursed his lips in surprise, and heard Mama Meng whisper: "I heard that Mrs. took a name before her death, called Dongfang Yan, and the word was given by the master, called Luohua." Just now, the old man ordered him to be sent to Wanrou Mountain Wild Goose Garden to recuperate physically and mentally, and set off after the mourning period. ”

Meng Yingtian snorted coldly from his nose, "He also knows that his name is Luohua, Luohua and Luohua, I still don't know who he is for!" Eh...... It's hard for such a young child to be sent up the mountain, what to cultivate body and mind. ”

His eyes always looked at her, gentle and loving, and then turned to whisper: "What can you know about cultivating your body and mind at such an age, you have wronged this child, Yan'er is good, the grandfather will compensate you, my Meng family will always be behind you, you remember, remember."

Meng Lao Taijun finally couldn't support it, came over and hugged her, and saw that the tears in her eyebrows and eyes that had finally stopped broke the embankment again, and was helped back to the room by the maids, Meng Yingtian also sighed and said tiredly: "When the time comes, I will ask Mr. Situ to teach her, it can be regarded as a little friendship." Hmph, I don't believe that Dongfang Xiao'er will find some famous teacher to take her. ”

At the end, he said to Mama: "Hey, okay, you can go back when the matter is done, thank you for taking care of Wanrou." If I need to tell Meng Fu in the future, I will be rewarded. ”

Mama was stunned, "I inherited the kindness of the young lady, so how can I repay it?" But there is a reluctant request, if the Meng Mansion has a message of that person to inform me, I will already be grateful. ”

Meng Yingtian nodded yes, looked tired and stopped talking, and Mama turned around and retreated.

Time flies, nearly five years.

Now, when she returns to Mengfu, how should she face her family in this life? Emotions are surging.

Walking here, how can Chang Ziliang not understand Dongfang Yan's life experience? Hearsay knows that he is also a poor child.

Master and apprentice Lie stepped forward to call the door, leaving Meng Xuan and Chang Ziliang standing left and right, watching her bite her lip and be silent, but she didn't know what to say to break the silence, and it was also silent for a while.

After a while, I heard the hurried footsteps of a group of people coming from inside the door, and as soon as the door opened, a man rushed through the hall as swift as the wind, ran in front of the contemplative Dongfang Yan, and picked it up in the crook of his arm.

"Yan'er, grandpa misses you tightly." Raising his hand to pinch her nose, he muttered to himself: "Why are you so thin?" So light? When you come back, you have to make up for it. ”

The Dongfang Yan who stayed did not wait to return to his senses, the man muttered to himself, and the Dongfang Yan saw that the Lang Kuo man in front of him was trembling, and he was much older than the one he first saw four years ago, but he still did not change his elegance, and there was a faint mellow posture of years of precipitation.

If the wine is long, it will add a lot of color to the handsome face.

Dongfang Yan opened his mouth in a hoarse voice, and his voice was so dry that he was mixed with the sentimentality of many years of parting, and the loneliness of many years, and now there are people like a warm current, crossing the canal in the heart field.

"Outside, male." Finally let go of the depressed mood, and the words that I have been waiting for many years will one day be exported, and I will be exchanged for a piece of light.

Seeing that the man's eyebrows and eyes were about to fly, he replied in a loud voice: "Eh! Good goose! Let's go, there are a lot of delicious things for you! ”

After speaking, he was about to turn around, but Situ Lie coughed lightly and reminded him before he suddenly paused, turned around and forgot that there were two other teenagers, standing at the door with some sneer, looking at Meng Xuan as if he had an understanding, but looking at Chang Ziliang with a puzzled expression.

The young man of Zhixue spoke first, "Meet Meng Guogong, the little student Chang Ziliang followed the young lady and bothered here." ”

The man looked at Dongfang Yan in surprise and then looked at the boy, "My Yan'er is only four years old!" That's not going to work! ”

Dongfang Yan couldn't cry or laugh, Situ Lie also knew that Meng Guogong had distorted the meaning when he heard it, and quickly explained: "No, no, Meng Guogong, you misunderstood, this is the ...... mentioned in the letter."

Dongfang Yan also reluctantly spoke, "Grandpa, I fancy his business talent, and this is the guest I invited." The tone was full of helplessness, this grandfather was thinking too far......

Chang Ziliang also scratched his head, "It's a small life that is abrupt and disturbs Meng Guogong, I'm really sorry." ”

Meng Guogong seemed to think of something, haha smiled and was completely hearty, and when he heard that it was Dongfang Yan's guest, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief, and he didn't care about those details.

Meng Xuan's expression was complicated, staring at the door before he came back to his senses, Meng Yingtian stepped forward and rubbed his head, and when he saw him, he skipped someone's shadow in his heart, and he couldn't think of it for a while, so he put it aside first.

The letter mentioned that Yan'er saved a child, lost her memory, and seemed to have a poor background and wanted to be fostered at home for the time being, but Meng Guogong didn't mind and accepted it gladly.

only asked: "Xuan'er, I won't shout if I haven't seen my grandfather for a few years??" The tone is completely close, if you don't know, you will only be your grandfather and grandson, and you won't show any flaws.

The young man came back to his senses, dazed with just the right amount of nervousness, and said, "Grandpa."

Meng Yingtian was also very happy when he heard this, and he laughed heartily and raised his hand to beckon a few people in, only Dongfang Yan noticed that Meng Yingtian shook Meng Xuan's hand when he reached out and rubbed Meng Xuan's head, and finally held back.

Dongfang Yan retracted his gaze and was held by Meng Yingtian into the door.

Warmth is the only impression that Dongfang Yan has left on these relatives.