He blinked his big eyes and told his daughter that he would tell him when he returned to the mansion that he just wanted to fly a kite well.

The daughter of the ancient rumor nodded, and the two of them ran away after me again.

Zhu Ling shook his head, this guy is terrible. is not only smart, but also has a good brain, and his daughter is fascinated by him. How good is that?

After Tang Chuan returned to his hometown, he became taciturn, and his temper was also eccentric. No one in the village dared to approach him, and after a long time, no one paid attention to him.

He also disdained to associate with people, and always felt that they were unbearable and incompatible with his noble status. Who is he Tang Chuan, that is a famous general in the capital, how can the person who assisted the emperor back then be in the company of their rabble?

The neighbors were curious about him at first, but later they didn't care about him anymore. They privately ridiculed him for being old and helpless, and he still looked at people in his nostrils, and he didn't know where he got the confidence.

Tang Chuan turned a deaf ear to these criticisms, and still raised flowers and vegetables alone, and sat in the yard to watch the sunset. Life is not comfortable. Only occasionally quieted down, looking at the empty room, he felt a little lonely in his heart.

Tang Muchen has never let go of his hatred for his father because of his mother. Su Xiaojin didn't force him, but secretly asked people to send some clothes to Tang Chuan every once in a while.

Tang Chuan did not refuse, but he was not moved. He put the cotton clothes and quilts sent by Su Xiaojin in a room and never opened them. When he had insomnia at night, he would sit in the candlelight and look at those things, pouring the old wine daughter red from the cellar one by one.

For Tang Muchen, he felt a little guilty in his heart. But as a big husband, he can't admit his mistakes to his son, he can't do it. Occasionally dreaming back at midnight, he would dream of the scene of Tang Muchen holding his neck and calling his father when he was a child. When I woke up, I found myself in tears.

But despite this, he did not return to the Houfu to see him. He just heard that his grandson Tang Lingyun is getting bigger and bigger, and he is getting smarter and smarter, and he is a little prodigy within a radius of 100 miles.

Tang Chuan sighed, maybe he was Tang Muchen when he was a child, smart and sensible. It's a pity that I don't have the blessing to grow up with him. Thinking of this, he was very sorry.

That night, Tang Lingyun dreamed again, and dreamed that the grandmother in the portrait walked down from the painting.

"Grandmother, is that you?" He rubbed his sleepy eyes and stared at the kind woman in front of him.

I saw that she was not tall, dressed in plain clothes, with a delicate plum blossom pinned to her sideburns, and she was very approachable when she spoke.

Seeing Tang Muchen looking at herself, the woman couldn't help but smile, her beautiful face was like a blooming hibiscus flower.

"Lingyun, you have grown up and become more sensible." She smiled and walked up to him, reaching out to stroke his head.

The ghost sent the gods, Tang Lingyun did not dodge, but looked at her respectfully.

"Grandmother, you're still alive, aren't you?" Feeling the warmth of her palm, he opened his mouth in a firm tone.

The woman was noncommittal, but continued to look at him lovingly, as if through him the shadow of her son's youth.

"You two are really alike, it's like a mold carved out!" She stared at him and muttered to herself.

Tang Lingyun knew that he was talking about his father Tang Muchen. The neighbors said that their father and son were very imaginative, but he didn't think so, he felt that he was a little more handsome than him, at least he wasn't so afraid of his wife, didn't he?

The woman looked at him for a long time, and took his little hand tightly and refused to let go.

Tang Lingyun obediently let her hold her hand and listen to her tell her previous stories.

"Yun'er, you may not know that grandmother has been waiting for you to grow up." She lowered her head, a slight smile on her face.

She knew all about Su Xiaojin's intrusion into the space, after all, it was her own room, and no one knew the secrets of the dark room better than her.

As she spoke, she raised her head and glanced out the window with a resentful look. It was Tang Chuan's room, the man's room she had been eager to cut with a thousand cuts.

"What does grandmother mean?" Tang Lingyun was puzzled, why did she wait for herself? Is there anything important to do?

The woman did not speak, but smiled mysteriously, and the secret of heaven should not be revealed. Then he understood what he had said.

Tang Lingyun nodded as if he didn't understand, since his grandmother didn't want to say it, he didn't ask.

After sitting for a while, the lady reluctantly left.

At breakfast on the second day, Tang Lingyun told his parents about it. Tang Muchen was surprised and asked what his mother said.

Tang Lingyun thought for a moment and continued.

She also said that she no longer hated Tang Chuan, everyone has their own ambitions, and no one can force anyone.

Tang Muchen and Su Xiaojin looked at each other, they didn't expect their mother to say such a thing.

The three of them stopped talking, and mechanically pulled the food into their mouths, but their hearts were surging like ocean waves.

Su Xiaojin frowned, is her mother-in-law hinting at something? If what the son said was true, why did the mother-in-law refuse to meet them, but always loved her son?

And on the same night, Tang Chuan had the same dream. He woke up from his sleep, hugged his pillow and wept. He really regretted it now that he had lost the best woman in the world.

When she said to forgive herself, his heart was like a knife.

She also said that she knew everything Meng did, and she didn't hate Meng Shi, but she hated his blindness and indifference. You know, she is his wife, and she is the person he should trust and protect the most in this world! As a result, he let himself down.

"Tang Chuan, it is because of your ignorance that the Meng clan will do whatever he wants. So, when the mute mother-in-law brought the bowl of poison, I drank it without hesitation. She smiled, and the past was vivid. But after many years, she was relieved.

Tang Chuan was speechless, he still remembered that she went to see him by herself before she died, she turned her face away indifferently and let him go.

She said coldly: "You and I have all written off your grievances and hatreds." We will never see each other again in this life. ”

Tang Chuan continued to hold his head and cry, he chased power and thought that was the most important thing. I didn't expect it to be empty in the end, and I lost the most precious and rare love in the world.

He wept, staggered, and felt dizzy.

On the second day, the neighbor found that the flower pot on the wall of his house was missing, and wondered if it had fallen in the yard of Tangchuan, so he was brave enough to come and check it.

But after knocking on the door for a long time, there was no sound. The neighbor thought that he was deliberately ignoring himself again, so he was angry and slammed the door open. As a result, Tang Chuan was found hanging from the roof beam.