"Grandpa and mother, aren't they in Yiwu?" Yan Juan asked Ling Qing in surprise.

The car drove out of the villa for an hour, but it was still moving. I only saw the highway go from six lanes, gradually to four lanes, and finally to two lanes.

"In the eastern suburbs, your grandfather is buried there." Ling Qing sat in the car and was silent, and only when he heard Yan Xuan's question, did he suddenly come back to his senses.

"Oh, is my mother buried there, too?"

"I think your mother might prefer to go back to your grandfather." Ling Qing's voice was nasal, depressed.

"What if...... If I am buried in Nanxun, I think my mother will like it too. Yan Wan blurted out impulsively.

"It's really ......" Ling Qing was obviously surprised, "Wanwan, you..... Don't you hate me? ”

Yan Juan said self-deprecatingly: "What is there to hate? The incident between you and your mother was originally a series of misunderstandings. If you want to say hate, it should also be mother's hate, right? It's not my turn to say that. ”

The gleam in Ling Qing's eyes was extinguished again.

Yan Juan felt that she hadn't expressed it clearly, so much so that it caused Ling Qing's misunderstanding, and hurriedly spoke again: "Actually, I mean to say that neither my mother nor you can be blamed for this. I actually...... I don't hate you. ”

Ling Qing's eyes and body were moist, and a hand stretched out, as if he wanted to caress Yan Xuan's head, but thinking that she had grown up, he stopped in mid-air in embarrassment.

Yan Juan didn't move, just looked at him serenely.

"Can I 'stroke' your hair? When I was a child, I always liked ......" Ling Qing did not withdraw his hand with hope.

"Of course." Yan Juan tilted his head slightly, feeling Ling Qing's palm on top of his head, trembling slightly.

My heart is soft, and I feel sour.

"When you were a kid, you had thick hair, black and shiny. Your mother said that you are our little princess, of course you will be a little beauty. Ling Qing's voice was tinged with a faint hint of sorrow, "Sure enough, now she has grown into a great beauty." ”

Yan Juan smiled embarrassedly: "Where can I be considered a beauty, at most I have good facial features, relying on the white skin to cover the flaws." ”

"How can I not be a beautiful 'girl' with Guanyin's 'girl'?" Ling Qing smiled, and the corners of his mouth were already 'exposed' with deep lines.

The years are not forgiving! No matter how much the wind and clouds have passed, he is only a half-hundred-year-old man now. He looked at his gaze, which had lost its sharpness.

If it weren't for the momentum and decisiveness he showed when facing Shen Zichen, Yan Juan would have thought that he was just an ordinary old man. I go to the park every day to practice tai chi, and then come to the same age to show that the mountains are not 'dew' and gossip.

There's really nothing to worry about, is it......

Yan Yixin just looked at the two silently, holding Yan Juan with one hand all the time.

What he passed on to him was understanding, respect.

The road has become narrower, and it is a little difficult for both cars to 'intersect'.

This rural area, as before, has not improved much in terms of 'transportation'. There are already cracks in the cement pavement, and some landlords just fill it with gravel to smooth it slightly.

"I think, what kind of Jiangnan ancient town can be developed here!" Lu Xiang let out an exclamation, "These old houses look like first-looking buildings. ”

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"It was around that time, but then some of the wealthy families also rebuilt."

"If it weren't for those small bungalows, this would be a museum of *** architecture." Yan Juan also joked lightly, "However, Shaoxing is famous because of a Lu Xun." Phoenix City in Xiangxi has become famous with Shen Congwen's status being affirmed by the literary world, and even Wuzhen, which has been hyped up in recent years, is also out of the woods. ”

"There are not many others in China, but there are many people." Ling Ziwei said disapprehantly, "If you want me to say, looking at history, there must be celebrities here." Find a few to stir up, not afraid of losing fame. ”

"Don't underestimate this town, since the Ming Dynasty, there have been Jinshi and, in the Qing Dynasty, there have also been Bangyan and explore the 'flower'!" Ling Qing smiled and said, "Maybe one day, the house where your grandfather lived will really be transformed into a former residence." ”

Yan Wan smiled: "Now there are former residences everywhere. However, there are too many celebrities in Zhejiang, and I am afraid that it will not be his turn for the old man for a while! ”

Although Ling Qing never said bad things about his grandfather, Yan Juan attributed a small part of the discord between his parents to the old man.

If the old man hadn't been so stubborn back then and agreed to the marriage of his 'daughter', maybe those misunderstandings would not have happened.

"There is no parent who doesn't want their children to be happy." Yan Yixin saw her disapproval.

"I know, so your grandfather ......" Yan Xuan's most direct reaction was to think of the two of them 'mingling'. As soon as the words came out, he felt embarrassed and hurriedly closed his voice.

"It's not the same time it used to be, don't worry." Ling Qing said lightly.

"Hmm." Yan Juan agreed, but the 'yin' shadow in her heart couldn't be swept away. In her opinion, Yan Yixin's grandfather may be even more stubborn than his grandfather back then.

Ling Ziwei naturally made another statement, but because of Yan Yixin, he didn't attack the old man in a big way.

The car was driving very slowly, and along the road some elderly people could be seen chatting in groups of threes and twos. The houses are all old-fashioned, which makes the eyes of urbanites who are used to seeing high-rise buildings light up. Occasionally, when a building is renovated, it feels very glaring, and it always feels that it has destroyed the harmony of a town.

"Most of the young people here have gone out to work, and the rest are some old people, so the houses are still in their original state, and no one wants to repair them." Ling Qing explained, letting the car stop at the entrance of an alley.

"The car won't get in." Yan Yixin looked at the road and said, "I'm afraid that there is also this reason for young people to move out." Now the car has become the main means of communication, and it is inconvenient to live in an old house. ”

"Yes." Ling Qing led the way inside, and he didn't even have to stop to identify the path. This road, he will definitely not go next time, right?

"Your grandfather's house is still there, and I regularly send someone to clean and repair it, and it remains as it is." Ling Qing stopped in front of a two-story building, "Your mother's *** childhood was spent here. Although she later moved to the city with your grandfather, she would come back often. ”

"Oh." Yan Juan couldn't see any difference between this small building and the surrounding buildings, probably built in about the same age, so the walls were connected to each other.

Ling Qing took out the key to open the 'door', the 'door' shaft was a little rusty, and when he pushed it, there was a "babbling" sound.

The sun was shining outside, and when I walked into this old house, I suddenly felt that it was dark in front of me. It took a while to get used to the light.

The building sits in the north and faces south, it is the usual two into two rooms, and the 'door' is the living room, a boxy table, which is the common style in those ancient towns. It's just this one, but it is very investigated, carved with a 'fine' and chic 'flower' pattern, which reveals a bit of the quaint atmosphere of a reader.

It's just that Yan Juan always feels a bit of a 'gloomy' aura, as if as soon as he turns around, something scary will suddenly appear behind him. Most of the old houses don't pay attention to the lighting, so the light appears so dim.

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One to the west, with a partition in the middle. On one side is the kitchen, and on the other is the dining room. The kitchen is old-fashioned with a large stove and a rectangular bellows. There were a few scattered pieces of dry firewood, piled up in the corners.

There is not much dust on the ground, presumably Ling Qing is right, there is a special person to clean it regularly.

The staircase is at the front of the kitchen, where the two houses 'meet'. There is a heavenly entrance in the middle, and the two rooms to the north appear to be smaller, probably built as a secondary house.

There are four rooms in front and back. Two bedrooms, one is a study and one is stacked with miscellaneous items.

With awe, Yan Juan pushed open the bedroom where her mother lived.

In fact, here, Yan Guanyin only lived until he was six years old, and then moved to the city with his parents. Therefore, the 'bed' in her bedroom is narrower than the average one, but it is also elegantly carved with 'flowers'.

Leaning against the window, there is also a desk. The small backrest chair is specially made for children. On the desk, there are also two thread-bound books, one is "Three Character Classic" and the other is "Character Lesson Picture Knowledge".

It seems that her mother enlightened her very early, and her grandfather laid a deep foundation in Chinese for her.

Yan Xuan's fingers stroked the outline of the desk, imagining the scene of a 'girl' child with pigtails, sitting upright in front of the desk, and the corners of her 'lips' couldn't help but smile.

"Your mother never wore pigtails." Ling Qing corrected with a smile.

"Ah......" Yan Juan blushed embarrassedly, it turned out that she didn't know what to learn, and she also said the imagination in her head. The mother in my memory has a kind smile, and it really has nothing to do with pigtails.

"Your grandfather's family education is very strict, and he has been dressed as a little lady since he was a child.

"As you can imagine." Yan Juan sighed and gently opened the 'drawer' of the desk.

A silver 'colored' bracelet lies quietly on a silk handkerchief.

"That's what Mom used to wear, right? Wow, at that time, her wrists were so thin! Yan Juan took the bracelet and gestured on his arm.

"There is a custom in the neighborhood that children will wear a silver bracelet to suppress evil spirits. Silver is much cheaper than gold, so ordinary people can afford to wear it. Even if it is a precious family, they will prepare a silver bracelet for their children. ”

"Well, but this silver bracelet can be inspected very much. And the carving is very good, on such a thin bracelet, you can actually carve a figure. Although it is worn by children, it does not cut corners at all. ”

"At that time, the businessmen were very sincere. Especially in small towns, the villagers, who are embarrassed to make huge profits when they look up and don't look down to see them? Ling Qing saw that Yan Juan was very interested in the silver bracelet, and couldn't help but say, "There are many other styles, and some of them are carved with some animal patterns." ”

"Oh?" Yan Juan immediately said, "This design is very good, it must be very popular with children." However, most of the people nowadays wear gold bracelets, and if they are engraved with some 'flowers', birds, fish and insects, they can take advantage of the retro style to bring up the sales of gold bracelets. ”

As soon as he raised his head, he saw Ling Qing's face crying and laughing, and he was suddenly amazed, "Ah, my occupational disease has been committed again." ”

She put the silver bracelet back in its place in a daze, and then said embarrassedly, "Let's go down, Ling Ziwei and they should be impatient." ”

Even Yan Yixin didn't accompany her into her mother's room, which belonged to their family.

"In the 'drawer' on the left, there's a small picture of your mother, and that's her...... I took it when I was in a 'girl' school. At that time, there were still colorless 'color' photos, and the color 'color' on them was additionally filled in with oil paint. Ling Qing walked up to her side and stopped her in time.

"I'll see." Yan Juan immediately opened the 'drawer' on the other side, and the frame was also very quaint, compared with the current crystal frame, it had a sense of solemnity over the years.

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Yan Guanyin in the photo smiled lightly, with the unique reserve of a young 'woman'. The expression is serene, and she is really a super model of a lady'. She wore an almond white flared-sleeved jacket with light coffee trim on the cuffs and hem, and a neckline nailed with three butterfly-shaped clasps. The skirt underneath is half a foot smaller than the ankle, 'exposing' a small part of the 'legs', and then looks graceful.

On the outside, there is a small shawl with fox 'hair', which is lined with a melon seed face, which is even more delicate and moving. The bangs are probably permed, and there is a little curl, which shows two points of playfulness.

Holding a sandalwood folding fan in his hand, shallowly embedded in his slender fingertips. The nails are pink 'color', reflecting the white skin 'color', and I feel a kind of chaste and quiet beauty.

"Mommy is so beautiful!" Yan Juan sighed involuntarily.

No wonder Ling Qing can't forget it for decades!

The Yan Guanyin in her memory has already removed these wild and fashionable decorations, and even like the neighbor's aunt, she only wears loose and casual clothes, which is not outdated, but it is definitely not fashionable.

"Yes, she's the most beautiful." Ling Qing hurriedly agreed.

In his eyes, maybe his mother is always the most beautiful one, right?

Yan Juan looked at Ling Qing, he was staring at Yan Guanyin's photo, he had obviously seen it so many times, but in his eyes, he still saw greed and pain.

If you look closer, you will feel that Ling Qing's grade is not small.

In those shallow wrinkles, there are hidden pains of time. Yan Juan felt the pain, as if she also felt it, and she almost couldn't breathe.

"Daddy!" She blurted out, without stagnation.

Ling Qing's eyes widened suddenly, and he opened his mouth to agree, but he felt the 'agitation' in his heart surging all the way to his throat. I don't know whether it is sour or ecstatic in the 'chest' cavity, as if his skin is going to crack, every 'hair' pore is open and waiting for something.

A simple "hey" word didn't deserve it for a long time.

Yan Xuan's face gradually became a little pink, and she didn't know why, she had always found it difficult to say that she was able to open her mouth under such circumstances.

"Let's go down!" She lowered her head, hiding the panic in her heart, and walked towards the 'door'.

"Wanwan!" Ling Qing's voice trembled.

"You ...... just now" Ling Qing said three words, then paused, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and could continue to make a sound, "You called me just now?" ”

"It was meant to be!" Yan Juan said vaguely, as if fleeing, without waiting for Ling Qing to catch up, he went down the stairs.

The staircase was a little dim, and Ling Qing's worried voice came from behind him, "Wanwan, be careful of your step, the stairs are a bit awkward." ”

"Yes, I'm not a child." Yan Wan also felt like a child's coquettish tone to his parents, and couldn't help blushing a little.

Yan Yixin and the three of them were all standing on the patio, studying the four-eye well.

"The well water is warm in winter and cool in summer, and in the past, in the countryside, every family dug a well! I don't know if this well water can be eaten now, if it is used to town watermelon in summer, it is much better than in the refrigerator! Ling Ziwei opened his mouth.

"Have you eaten? Stop blowing nonsense! ”

"Just think about it, there are some experiences that you don't have to experiment with. What did the predecessors do with so many written materials? It's about allowing us to have similar experiences without having to go through practice. You think, Li Shizhen tasted all the herbs, just for him to try it alone, so there is no need for us to taste it again! "Ling Ziwei likes to raise the bar with Lu Ting when he has nothing to do.

Yan Yixin stood aside and just smiled, his eyes never leaving the staircase.

As soon as Yan Juan's figure appeared, he found out.

It's just that she seems to be a little embarrassed, a little embarrassed, a little twisted, and he quietly retracted the foot that stepped out.

Perhaps, something happened to her and Ling Qing upstairs?

When Yan Juan saw them, he didn't say hello immediately.

"Wanwan." Ling Qing followed and appeared at the staircase, the expression on his face was relieved and excited. seemed to want to say something to Yan Juan, but he didn't know where to start.

finally expected her to call herself "Dad", but he didn't answer!

"Let's go to my grandfather's grave, and also see the grave site of my mother." Yan Juan coughed, her voice a little unnatural.

Lu Ting was busy talking to Ling Ziwei, not caring about her abnormality, but Ling Ziwei was used to seeing the six roads, listening to all directions, and seeing the unnatural looks of the father and daughter, Xin Chen secretly beat a small drum, and forcibly did not ask.

"Okay, let's go and pay homage to your grandfather." Yan Yixin took over the conversation, as if she didn't see Yan Xuan's awkwardness, and put her hand in her palm.

"The grave site is in the back, just walk over it." Ling Qing pushed open the back 'door' of the small building, and it was a river that was not very wide.

There are also some years on the stone bridge over the river, because there are many people walking, and the steps are stepped on smoothly. The bridge railings have been weathered, snowy, and rainy, and two of them have been broken.

A few more rows of houses were walked to the entrance to the mountain road.

Actually, the mountain is open, but because there is a fixed place for those who go up the mountain, a path is stepped out. Shuttling through the trees, on both sides are large verdant trees, with lush branches that shade the sun.

Halfway up the mountain, you will occasionally see a grave, or a tombstone. Some are very magnificent, while others are very simple. Like the house he lived in before his death, there are big and small, luxurious and simple.

Ling Ziwei also came once, so he was still led by Ling Qingji.