Chapter 19: The Tea House

"I dreamedβ€”" Jiang Ru's eyes flashed slightly, revealing a hint of fear.

Old Madam Feng couldn't help but hold her breath.

The three-legged incense burner on the window case curls out with aroma, which is the incense that Old Madam Feng is accustomed to.

Mrs. Feng pays attention to this, all year round, when and what incense is burned.

But no matter what time the ginger doesn't seem to like the smell of incense.

It was so rich that her nose was uncomfortable.

"I dreamed that the two golden chickens were coming to grab my eyes, and I hurriedly avoided them, but the two golden chickens actually flew towards my grandmother......"

"And then?" Old Madam Feng's eyes shrank.

"And then-" Jiang seemed to pause, and quickly raised his eyes to glance at Old Madam Feng, "I saw that my grandmother avoided it and was scratched by a golden pheasant. ”

Old Madam Feng's hand holding the teacup suddenly tightened.

At her age, she believes in mysterious things more and more, and she was scared to wake up from such a strange dream last night, and she was very nervous, but she didn't expect the four girls to have the same dream.

"Do you remember which eye your grandmother scratched by the golden chicken?"

"Left eye." Jiang seemed to say without hesitation.

Old Madam Feng's heart was shocked.

If she was a little hesitant before, now she has to believe that it was her left eye that was scratched by the golden chicken in her dream!

This dream is by no means an auspicious omen, and nine times out of ten it will be fulfilled, otherwise it makes no sense that the grandparents and grandchildren would have the same dream.

"What happened?" Old Madam Feng gathered her mind and asked.

"When I saw that the golden rooster scratched my grandmother, my granddaughter woke up in fright, and there was no follow-up."

Old Madam Feng was silent for a while before muttering, "What does this dream imply?" ”

Her words were originally self-talk in a restless state, but Jiang seemed to say: "The hint is obvious." ”

Old Madam Feng was stunned, staring at her as if she had never known this granddaughter.

Jiang Ru pursed his lips and smiled: "I thought of it as soon as I saw the second sister today." The second sister is the second among the Bofu girls, and she is a chicken, so the two golden chickens are not her. ”

"Nonsense!" Old Madam Feng's face sank.

Jiang Ru spread his hands: "Originally, my granddaughter couldn't have imagined it, but who knew that I had that strange dream last night, and the second sister came today." ”

"That's enough." Old Madam Feng put the teacup on the coffee table heavily, not wanting to listen to Jiang Qi anymore, "You go back." ”

"The granddaughter is leaving." Jiang seemed to get up and bent his knees slightly to Old Madam Feng, but did not continue to persuade her, raised his feet and walked out.

"Wait." Old Madam Feng shouted behind her back.

"What else does grandmother command?"

"I don't want to hear this nonsense from anyone else!"

Jiang seemed to smile: "Grandmother don't worry, granddaughter knows." ”

In the previous life, it was the grandmother herself who "talked nonsense".

It was at this time that Old Madam Feng's left eye began to ache inexplicably, and she couldn't see it after two days.

Old Madam Feng couldn't bear the pain of blindness in one eye, so she invited a few doctors to no avail.

The goddess did a ritual, and in the end, the spearhead was actually pointed at Jiang Zhan.

Jiang Zhan Xinger, who likes to walk birds and tease dogs, happened to buy a new pair of parrots, and all kinds of signs seemed to match the strange dreams of Old Madam Feng.

Old Madam Feng was convinced of this, and ordered someone to twist the neck of the pair of parrots in front of Jiang Zhan.

Strange to say, not long after the pair of parrots were executed, Old Madam Feng's left eye actually improved again, and she became more and more unkind to Jiang Zhan from then on.

Jiang seems to remember that after Jiang Zhan's death, she came back to mourn, and her father, who usually beats and scolds her second brother, has most of her hair gray, but her grandmother is calm as usual.

At that time, she thought that her grandmother was the famous style of Taishan who collapsed in front of her, but later realized that her grandmother was not calm, but indifferent.

There are few feelings, how can you be sad?

After Jiang seemed to leave, Old Madam Feng was not as calm as she appeared.

What the four girls said doesn't seem to be without a little truth-

"Mother Feng, what do you think?"

In the house is the second wife, Xiao's housekeeper, and on weekdays, the Xiao family gives sweetness to the people around Mrs. Feng, and Feng's mother naturally wants to speak for the second room.

"It's hard to say-"

"If you have anything to say, you have been with me for so many years, don't you know my temper?"

Mother Feng hurriedly said yes, and said thoughtfully: "The mother-in-law looked coldly at the fourth girl and was not very affectionate to the second girl today, so she said this because there was a little contradiction between the sisters." ”

"How to explain the dream of the four girls?"

"The four girls and the old lady had a related dream, which shows that this dream really portends something, but the mother-in-law can't think of where it should be."

"Let's hope it's just a coincidence." Old Madam Feng muttered.

When Mrs. Feng was talking to Mother Feng, a maid in a tender green armor came to Yaxinyuan, and quietly asked Ah Xi a few words, and hurriedly went back to give the second wife Xiao her life.

"Madam, Sister Ah Xi said that the second aunt and grandmother were choked by the fourth girl several times today, and the old lady was annoyed and didn't leave the second aunt and grandmother to speak. The second aunt and grandmother Xu was not happy, so she went back to her parents' house directly......"

Xiao's face sank instantly.

How can this be reasonable, her housekeeper has not treated the big house badly for so many years, Qian'er seems to be a sister to Jiang Ling, how can Jiang seem to be so ignorant of what to do, and dare to be angry with her daughter?

The more Xiao thought about it, the more annoyed he became, and ordered with a gloomy face: "Go and call Mrs. Liu in the kitchen." ”

Jiang didn't seem to know that Jiang Qian's hasty departure made the Xiao family particularly concerned about what happened in the Cixin Hall, and even if he knew, he didn't care.

After leaving from the Cixin Hall, she sent Ah Qiao to report to Jiang Ancheng and took Ah Man out of the door.

On the second floor of the teahouse near the window, you can see the lively street scene, and Jiang seems to be holding a cup of tea and drinking it slowly.

Ah Man took a sip of tea and tasted the taste: "It's not as good as our tea." ”

"Tea isn't just for the taste." Jiang seemed to be staring out the window intently, and said casually.

"So for what?" Aman asked curiously.

Jiang seemed to have seen Jiang Zhan coming from afar.

Jiang Zhan is not yet seventeen years old, and his height is not outstanding when he walks in the crowd, but he can always be seen at a glance.

The pearl-like young man is like a pearl in a pile of gravel, which naturally attracts people's attention.

At this time, it was not the handsome and peerless brother who attracted Jiang, but the birdcage in the brother's hand.

A beautiful birdcage woven of bamboo silk with a pair of colorful feather parrots inside.

"To block people, of course!" Jiang seemed to explain casually, and his eyes followed Jiang Zhan from far and near.

Jiang Zhan hummed a little song and walked briskly, and the little guy Aji trotted all the way to barely keep up.

Seeing that Jiang Zhan was about to walk past the teahouse, Jiang seemed to break off a piece of tea and threw it down, hitting Jiang Zhan on the shoulder.

Jiang Zhan stretched out his hand and touched it, and his white palm was stained with pastry slag.

Jiang Zhan was furious, raised his head and scolded: "Who is so-"

The girl's bright face disappeared from the window.

"-Wit!" Jiang Zhan gasped and picked up the previous words.