Mama Zhou was worried that the housekeeper of the third room would fall into the hands of Aunt Luo, so someone would deliberately neglect Fangzhi Courtyard, so she arranged for her to come here in advance.

But what she didn't expect was that Miss Seven had already arranged in advance in Fangzhi Courtyard, and I heard that Miss Seven had instructed the maid to open the doors and windows to ventilate and remove mildew a few days ago.

Zijuan casually pointed to the desk next to him: "It's just placed there, it's not in the way, you can see it as soon as you enter the door, my wife likes flowers and plants, and she will definitely like it when she sees it." ”

"Okay, then I'll listen to my sister and put the flowers there." Qingju happily replied.

Not long after, a little maid came outside to report: "The old lady is back." ”

Zijuan was about to greet her, but suddenly remembered that there was still someone in the house, and when she was about to turn around, Tong Jiayan had already taken a gentle step, fluttered past her, and walked towards the door.

Zijuan hurriedly followed, behind her.

Tong Jiayan imagined countless scenes of meeting her parents and relatives in her mind, but when this moment really came, Rao is she had practiced countless times in her heart, but she still flinched, hesitated, and did not dare to step forward.

In the end, it became Tong Jiayan's pestle motionless at the door of the main house.

And after noticing the movement at the door, a group of people who came in from outside couldn't help but stop and looked towards Tong Jiayan and the others.

Suddenly, a scene of opposition between the two sides was formed.

Both sides were a little stunned at the moment, and no one spoke first to break the silence.

Tong Jiayan's gaze passed through the spacious and deep courtyard and fell straight on the person in charge.

The man at the head had a baby face, wearing only a navy blue patch, and his face was not much different from what she remembered, but now he was younger, and he had not yet regained the beard he had grown to show maturity.

This is her father, Tong Changqing.

The face is cold and the heart is hot, but he always likes to pretend to be mature and have a straight face.

Obviously the biggest hobby is eating, but a person who will strictly control his diet in order to maintain the perfect body of the so-called mature man.

is such a person, in the previous life, in order to save the fate of his children, he resolutely broke with the Tong family, with the determination to die, went directly to the gate of Dali Temple to beat the drum and voice the grievances, sued the prince of the dynasty, and finally ended up on death row with a miserable end.

Thinking of this, Tong Jiayan couldn't help but have astringent eyes, and his heart felt like he was being picked up.

"Daddy......" she couldn't help but shout in her heart.

On the left side of his body, the woman who was one step behind was Xiao Ji.

Xiao Ji was wearing a blue cardigan skirt today, covered with an indigo blue gown, and was originally talking to a pair of teenagers and girls behind her with her head tilted sideways, and the golden step on her head swayed with her head turning.

She saw Tong Jiayan appearing at the door at a glance, and after thinking of a certain person's name in her mind, her eyes instantly turned red.

She hesitated and shouted, "Good words, is it good words?" The voice was very soft, very soft, as if he was afraid of disturbing her, so he was cautious.

The young man and the girl standing behind her, one left and one right, all poked their heads out and looked at her at the same time when they heard the name.

One excited, one curious.

Tong Jiayan's throat choked, and he suddenly couldn't speak.

Xiao Ji didn't care about her manners, she didn't care about her husband and children around her, and ran straight towards her.

"Good Words ......"

She shouted in a choked voice, and the hem of her skirt dragged over the ground, knocking over several pebbles.

When Tong Jiayan heard this shout, he couldn't hold back the emotions in his heart anymore, burst into tears, threw himself into Xiao Ji's arms, and hugged her.

"Mother......" she cried out in a choked voice.

Mother.

How many lonely nights, she buried her head in the quilt, hugged herself alone, and shouted these two words, but there was no response.

Now that this mother, she can finally hear Xiao Ji's response to her: "Mother is here, mother is here, my little Jiayan, let my mother take a look, see if my Xiaojiayan has lost weight?" Have you grown taller? Isn't it healthy? Is everything okay? ”

She hugged Tong Jiayan tightly and stroked her back over and over again, with a soothing power, letting her slowly calm down.

Tong Jiayan sniffed, raised her head from her arms, and said with a smile: "Mother, look, I have grown up safely, and everything is fine." ”

Xiao Ji's face was filled with tears, and he would only keep repeating: "That's good, that's good." ”

They hugged the mother and daughter at the door, and the father and son who were still standing stupidly were particularly ignored.

When Tong Changqing came over with a cold and serious face, a group of people blocking the door quietly looked at his face, and felt that the atmosphere seemed to be a little embarrassed.

Tong Jiayan wiped away the tears on his face, endured and endured, but still couldn't hold back, suddenly stepped forward and hugged Tong Changqing: "Father." ”

The girl's voice was mixed with nasal tones in it, and it sounded like she was coquettish with him.

Tong Changqing was suddenly hugged by her, his serious face cracked, his eyes widened, his hands were held stiffly, and his brain went blank in an instant.

In particular, the daughter in his arms still had her eyes closed, and her face was full of attachment and tears were all on his chest.

Tong Changqing didn't know where to put his hands and feet, so he could only stare at Xiao Ji's for help.

Xiao Ji only had Tong Jiayan in his eyes at the moment, who he hadn't seen for a long time, and he didn't receive his signal for help at all.

Among the other pairs of children, his son Tong Yihang was thinking about how he should react when his sister hugged his father and hugged him again. The youngest daughter, Tong Jiaxin, was watching the excitement of admiring his rare broken expression, covering her mouth and snickering.

Just when Tong Changqing thought about it again and again, and struggled for a long time, how to pull her away without hurting the eldest daughter's heart, Tong Jiayan finally took the initiative to loosen his waist, withdrew from his arms, sniffed, and said embarrassedly: "Daddy, your clothes are wet, why don't you go and change them first?" ”

Tong Changqing wanted to say in disgust: "It's not all you who got it!" But he was afraid of making the eldest daughter cry, so he had to shut up and swallow the words back.

Forget it, he said in his heart, he is not familiar with the temperament of the eldest daughter now, in case it is a crybaby, and he will be the one who will suffer in the end if he makes her cry again, so it is better to endure the calm for a while.

Tong Yihang, who had already done a good job of mental construction, couldn't wait for his sister's hug for a long time, and couldn't help but automatically walked out to brush up on his presence.

"Sister."

The boy is in the period of voice change, and the young voice has a hint of hoarseness that can only be found in the voice change period.

Tong Yihang, who wanted to leave a good impression on Tong Jiayan, only remembered that his voice was in the transition of change at this moment, and he blushed in embarrassment in an instant, even all the way from his face to his neck.