The dining table had already been arranged, and it turned out that the downstairs was the 'Chun' sister-in-law who took care of Ling Qing's diet and daily life.

Ling Qing introduced with a smile: "Before...... When your mother came to Nanxun, she let 'Chun' sister-in-law serve and 'serve'. Her favorite food is the first-hand dish of her sister-in-law. ”

"Miss and Mrs. look alike!" 'Chun''s sister-in-law's kind appearance made Yan Juan think of the honest 'friends' village girls in the movie. Of course, 'Chun''s sister-in-law is over fifty years old.

In fact, Yan Juan looks very much like her mother, and she is not very similar.

Ling Qing sighed: "You look more like your grandfather."

Yan Juan flattened his mouth, although his grandfather died unexpectedly, but the cold and hard style of severing the father-daughter relationship with his mother still made Yan Juan complain. Even if my grandfather was still alive, my mother probably wouldn't have gone to the outside world.

"Try this, Nanxun's famous snacks, orange red cake and Dingsheng cake, your mother also loves to eat." Ling Qing diligently introduced the snacks on the table.

The craftsmanship of the 'spring' sister-in-law is really good, each one is small and exquisite, and the 'fine' is cute. The plates are also very elegant, the snow-white fine porcelain plates, and the dim sum with different colors and colors really complement each other.

Yan Juan slowly chewed on Ling Qing's recommended dim sum. A little absent-minded. She remembers that the cutlery she used when she was a child was just the varieties sold in the usual supermarket. But no matter what the mother does, she will never lose her calm begging, as if she has always been like this.

"Wanwan, try this dish, it's called embroidered 'flower' brocade, and I specially asked my sister-in-law 'Chun' to make it for you to taste. Back then, your mother's favorite dish was this dish. Ling Qing brought a plate of green vegetables to her.

Yan Juan didn't want to eat, but looked at Ling Qing's eager gaze. I couldn't bear to refuse. I had to take a chopstick, and suddenly my eyebrows flew and danced: "Well, okay"

In fact, there are several dishes of porridge dishes, cold lettuce shreds, preserved egg tofu, salt-boiled 'flower' raw rice, vinegared cucumbers, 'medicine' celery and dried vegetables, only this dish is hot, presumably specially fried.

Ling Qing smiled contentedly: "Actually, this is a kind of green vegetable, but the outer edge of the leaf is a neat 'flower' edge, which is very beautiful." When this kind of vegetable is moved to other places, it is not adapted to the water and soil, and it grows into ordinary green vegetables. ”

Yan Juan didn't believe it: "How is it possible? Change the breed when you change places? ”

"It is rumored that the Empress Dowager Cixi liked to eat it back then, but she couldn't produce it in the palace." Ling Qing said, with two points of pride.

When he went upstairs to change his clothes after breakfast, Yan Juan muttered to Yan Yixin: "This is not his hometown, what is he proud of!" ”

Yan Yixin hugged him in front of him: "Juan, your father fell in love with this ancient town because of your mother." ”

Yan Wan opened his mouth, but in the end he didn't say anything, but the lines on his face softened a little.

She actually didn't want to get out of the small building, but Ling Qing highly admired Nanxun's Xiaolianzhuang and was excited to be her and Yan Yixin's tour guide.

Although he is not familiar with Yan Yixin, because he loves the house and Wu, he also likes what the 'girl' likes. That's why he was very kind to him.

"Don't look at Wuzhen now being hyped, but if you really want to talk about gardens, it is nothing more than Suzhou, Hangzhou, Yangzhou and Huzhou, and of course Nanxun is the first to be recommended in Huzhou."

Yan Juan wanted to refuse, but Yan Yixin squeezed her hand and shook her head lightly.

"That'...... Let's go and see Xiaolianzhuang. ”

Ling Qing suddenly frowned, as if he had received such a great task.

"Ziwei, what about them?" Yan Wan asked suspiciously.

"He, he took Lu Xiang out early in the morning! Taiwei returned to Yiwu, and he hurried back to inspect the goods. ”

"Oh." Yan Juan knew that they were all intentional and wanted to leave time to them completely.

"When we first got married, your mother's favorite thing was to bring a book to Xiaolianzhuang to read, and she could often stay all day, especially in rainy weather."

"Xiaolianzhuang...... I have read my mother's diary, and it seems to say that it is a peach and a flower on a 'spring' day, and the willows are green; in midsummer, the wind sends lotus fragrance, and the rain hits the plantains. ”

She still had some diaries left in the Ling family. You ......"

Yan Juan hesitated for a while. Only then did he shake his head: "Mom didn't take it away at the time, probably because she didn't want me to know." In fact, she never let me see the diaries, and I think she didn't want me to draw a line of separation from her past life. ”

Ling Qing's radiant face darkened slightly, and Yan Juan couldn't bear it.

"In any case, this is always the place she cherishes the most, and she will recall it again and again in her diary." Yan Yixin saw that the father and daughter were silent, and lost no time in 'interjecting'.

"Yes, she used to live in Nanxun more time than at home in the 'spring' and summer." Ling Qing cheered up again, and subconsciously never left his beloved wife. That was the bond between him and Yan Xuan, and Ling Ziwei's strategy was to stalk him.

Ling Qing's decades of life experience, of course, does not need his son to teach. Seeing Yan Juan's look, he knew that the entry point between father and daughter was between his wife.

They walked slowly along the street, and their residence was not far from Xiaolianzhuang. Along the way, Yan Yixin saw that Yan Juan was in a trance, and took the initiative to take over the task of talking. actually talked to Ling Qing very speculatively, and there was no cold scene at all.

"This stream is called Partridge Creek, and this is Xiaolianzhuang." Ling Qing introduced.

"This 'door' doesn't see the grandeur of a big family at all!" Yan Juan wondered, "Is it the back 'door'?" Side 'door'? "This 'door' is so ordinary, with white walls and black tiles, not even a little vermilion and golden brightness, and it doesn't show pomp and circumstance at all. The richest man in Nanxun? It seems a little inconspicuous anyway.

"No, that's the big gate. I was also surprised back then, your mother said that this is the spirit of a big family, the beauty is inside, and there is no need to show off outside. "Stepping into the 'door' bar, a stone slab is very deep. At a glance, I don't know where it leads.

"The whole garden covers an area of 26 acres, the reason why it is called Xiaolianzhuang is because Zhao Mengfu, a calligrapher and painter in the Yuan Dynasty, has a 'flower' village in Huzhou, which is actually much larger than the 'flower' village." Yan Juan blurted out: "This is because compared with Zhao Mengfu's fame, Liu Yong is still a little worse in the end, which means that he is slightly lower in fame." "Yes, that's why." Every time Ling Qing heard Yan Xuan's answer, she couldn't help but smile.

"This is the Jingxiang Poetry Cave, where many celebrities drank tea and 'chanted' poems and appreciated lotus 'flowers'." Ling Qing is like a strange traveler, walking in front of the two, and everywhere he goes, he can always tell some famous names.

"The things that these literati and ink writers like are probably what Liu Zaojin likes." Yan Yixin said with a smile, "Although Liu Yong suddenly became rich, I'm afraid I won't be able to meet those celebrities." ”

"Yes, Liu Yazi, Liang Qichao, Wang Guowei...... There are also many poets and literati who have been guests here. "Ling Qing's introduction is not detailed.

Yan Juan knew a little clearly, Ling Qing and her mother must have loved each other very passionately back then. One abandoned his home for him, and the other studied these petty bourgeois studies for her.

Under the mottled shadows of the trees, Ling Qing's side face was not angular. The washing of the years has washed away the domineering spirit of the original underworld brother. If you meet him by chance on the street, you will only think of him as an ordinary resident of Nanxun.

His clothes are not luxurious. Ordinary silk cotton clothes are the most accustomed wear of Nanxun people. Even the cloth shoes on the feet have a bit of a rustic atmosphere.

If it weren't for Yan Yixin's reminder, Yan Juan wouldn't even have noticed the bodyguard who was following from afar.

"The most prominent feature of Xiaolianzhuang is that it is 'exquisite' and ingenious, and every place is full of ingenuity. As the main builder, Liu Zaojin is most proud of the garden in the garden. This white 'flower' wall separates the two gardens. "Ling Qing has every allusion to Xiaolianzhuang, and he is like a treasure.

Even Yan Yixin couldn't help but ask: "You are really familiar with this place, you can't enjoy it dozens of times, right?" ”

"More than dozens?" Ling Qing sighed, "Over the years, I have visited Nanxun's garden more than 100 times!" These places are all kept...... Her footprints! ”

Yan Juan's heart softened, and those hatreds turned out to be like 'pumping' and peeling off the cocoon, and gradually 'pumping' away from her heart.

"All these years...... Didn't you remarry? Yan Juan asked in a low voice, and once took the initiative to bring up a 'private' matter about him.

"Nope!" Ling Qing hurriedly shook his head, "You and her mother are married to Ming Media, although your grandfather was angry and kicked your mother out of the house." But we had a big banquet at that time, and almost all of Zhejiang knew that your mother was my wife. ”

"But ......"

"After she left, I also reflected on myself, in fact, when your grandfather died, our estrangement already existed. I'm because of guilt, and your mother is because of sadness, and the two of them almost avoid this topic when they bark. In fact, just because you don't say it doesn't mean it doesn't exist. I only knew how to buy some rare treasures to please her, but I never dared to touch her heart, and in the end she said less and less, so that she did not 'talk' to me all day. ”

"Grandpa's death has always been a deep scar in my mother's heart. Mom's diary, almost no mention of grandpa, just constantly remembering grandma. I think it was because of guilt and repentance that my mother didn't even dare to write it on paper and resort to the tip of the pen. Yan Juan said, tears in her eyes again.

In those dead of night, what kind of mood would my mother use to record those words? The water and bridge in Nanxun are the most profound parts of her memory. And the remembrance of my grandmother is actually a guilt for my grandfather.

"Actually, your mother just puts the most important people and things in her heart." Yan Yixin sighed and said.

Or maybe he's right, those once passionate feelings have already been fermented in the mother's pen.

The beloved past is only left in the depths of memory.

What can be written is the feelings that have been precipitated. Yan Juan looked at Ling Qing, who had a pale complexion, and couldn't find the exit of resentment for a while, just holding Yan Yixin's hand, but adding a little strength.