Soon, the news of what was happening in the front yard reached Mencius's ears, and she leaned back on the bench, her face looking bad, but with a smile.

In the matter of inheritance of the Meng family, except for the old man, everyone is probably looking towards her.

The wind outside the window blew on the lattice, and she got up, walked slowly, pushed the half-hidden window open, and when she went out to look, she caught a glimpse of the gentle swamp.

Song Yunshen didn't know when he was waiting there, with one hand in his pocket, he raised his head slightly, his eyes were deep, and he was worried and loved.

Mencius leaned back slightly and quipped, "This guest officer, don't you come up and sit?" ”

Song Yunshen retracted his gaze and walked around the flower garden upstairs.

He walked eagerly, and when he pushed open the door of her room, he stood still in the doorway. Mencius was still in his original position, and the two of them just looked at each other, and for a short time, no one broke the silence.

"Song Yunshen, don't be like this." After all, it was Mencius who couldn't bear it, she trotted barefoot and came to Song Yunshen, and pulled the sleeves of his suit, "It's not me who was scolded, what are you sad for me, huh?" ”

Before she could answer, she was beaten and picked up. Song Yunshen gently placed her on the sofa, and turned his gaze down to look for her shoes.

Guessing what Song Yunshen was going to do, Mencius kicked his legs and said, "If you don't wear it, you don't wear it, it's uncomfortable to wear high heels." ”

"Where's the slippers?"

"There." Mencius pointed behind the screen.

As Song Yunshen could see, behind the screen was a large bed, and the rose gold sheets were incompatible with the Chinese house.

There was a pair of pink slippers in the shape of a little rabbit under the bed, Song Yunshen picked them up with one hand, couldn't stop the smile in his eyes, and when he sent them to Mencius, he bent down to help her put them on, "Our Meng Baobao is really still a baby." ”

"What." Mencius muttered, raised his leg and kicked him gently, "This is called a girl's heart." ”

"In the future, at my place, just buy what you like and do what you like." He really felt sorry for her, and even the hug was much gentler than before.

Meng Zijin smiled, his index finger drawing a circle on his chest, "It's really not that bad, I don't live in Jinyuan every day, and I didn't have so many rules when I was in the stargazing residence before." ”

"Baby Meng." A wanton and lazy voice broke in from outside the door, he didn't knock on the door, just stood at the door and said, "After flirting, uncle has something to tell you." ”

"Come in." Meng Zijin held Song Yunshen on his shoulders, gently pushed him away, and sat upright at the back end of the cheongsam on his body.

Song Yunshen sneered and leaned back on the sofa.

The wound on Meng Sinian's head had been treated, and a small piece of boxy cotton cloth covered the wound, inexplicably adding a little sickness to him.

"Why did you wrap a piece of cloth? Is it serious? Mencius stretched out his hand to pull him when he approached.

"Eh, it hurts." Meng Sinian pushed away her messy hand with his middle finger, "It's bleeding, you said it's serious." ”

He always speaks with a ruffian energy, who knows if he is serious or pretending.

Mencius snorted, "Let you contradict grandpa." ”

"Who am I for?" Meng Sinian glared squintingly.

Mencius pursed his lips, feeling sorry in his heart, so he wanted to get started, "Then I'll help you rub it." ”

Song Yun's eyes darkened, and he coughed.

Mencius withdrew his hand and said with a smile, "Forget it, you might as well sell it to Sister Zhong Ning." ”

Meng Sinian was cheeky, "That's what I mean." ”

Ending the joke, Meng Sinian got to the point and said seriously, "At first, I thought you were just greedy for fun and went back when you were crazy enough, but I didn't expect you to even go through the admission procedures, what kind of trick are you two playing, even your parents are hiding." ”

Meng Sinian later went to investigate this matter, but there were many obstacles, and after thinking about it, he guessed that Song Yunshen was doing something and deliberately did not let people investigate all the circumstances about Meng Zijin.

Mencius was surprised for a moment, and said bluntly: "I thought it was obvious enough that I was going to be a student of An Ku. ”

"What about the piano?" Meng Sinian asked, "After studying for more than ten years, did you really give up like that?" You have to know that the piano is your grandfather's only bargaining chip. ”

"If the piano can, why can't photography? In the same field of art, why has photography become an unpopular profession? Mencius has always had depression in his heart, and sometimes he is even dissatisfied.

The Meng family is a family of everyone, elegant and elegant, and the scope of involvement is not limited to antique calligraphy and painting, music and art, but at that time, Meng Zijin just casually mentioned that he wanted to be a photographer, which made the old man Meng angry and vetoed.

"Bartending is also an art." Meng Sinian stared at Meng Zijin for a long time and laughed at himself.

Mencius was dumbfounded, his eyelashes trembling slightly, trying to calm the resentment in his heart.

"But you opened the bar." Song Yunshen was silent for a long time, and then suddenly spoke.

Meng Sinian sneered, "Meng Baobao also became a photographer. ”

Song Yunshen slowly looked away, "It's inherited from you." ”

"That's right, this is my niece who I brought up." Meng Sinian said, raising his hand and patting Mencius's round head twice.

Mencius glared, "Okay, still laughing, go out, I'll change my clothes." ”

"Change of clothes?" Song Yunshen frowned, "What kind of rules is this?" ”

"The rules of kneeling in the ancestral hall." Meng Sinian put his hand on his shoulder, and when he waited outside the house with him, he quipped, "The ancestral hall is the most offensive place for the Meng family, and it is also the place where Meng Baobao must go every year. ”

Song Yun's dark eyes were slightly squinted, and there were all kinds of tastes in his heart.

After changing clothes, Mencius combed his makeup in the mirror, raised his hand to take off the hairpin, and chose a hairband to tie up his hair.

She's obviously not like that.

"Second master, Mr. Song." A servant went upstairs to pass the word, and it seemed that he didn't dare to look directly when he felt a chill on Song Yunshen's body, "The old gentleman asked the second master and the young lady to go to the ancestral hall to talk. ”

Meng Sinian shuddered.

"Ancestral Hall?"

It's not a main hall, it's an ancestral hall.

Meng Sinian couldn't help but look at Song Yunshen and laughed, "This matter is more serious than I imagined." ”

"Crunch" The door opened from the inside, and Mencius looked up and said, "I heard it, let's go." ”

When passing by, Qingxiu's wrist was grabbed by Song Yunshen shallowly, Mencius raised his eyes and held his five fingers back, "They don't know that I haven't gone abroad, so the content of today's talk is about the inheritor." ”

Song Yunshen frowned, "I can't sit in on it?" ”

Meng Zijin shook his head, "The ancestral hall of the Meng family can only be entered by the Meng family." ”

Rules are rules.

The rules that the Meng family has been abiding by for a hundred years.

The ancestral hall of the Meng family is in a hidden position in the backyard, when Mencius and Meng Si came to the year, the old man was already standing in the middle with three sticks of incense, he had words in his mouth, and when he walked in, he knew that it was some words of repentance to the ancestors.

Mencius stood still, helplessly closing his eyes.

Things all started because of her, she is no longer the ignorant little girl she was back then, and she still needs the protection of her parents and uncles.

Passing Meng Yongnian and Xu Qiang, Meng Zijin stopped at the old man's side, took the initiative to reach out and take the three sticks of incense and stepped forward into the incense burner.

"I'm old, my 80th birthday has passed, I can't carry it for a few years, the only thing I can't let go of is inheritance, just to fulfill my only long-cherished wish, let me put this century-old foundation in the hands of Zijin in my lifetime." The old man's emotions have eased up, and he is chattering in the face of the tablets in the ancestral hall, but in fact, these words are all said to the juniors behind him.

"Zijin, do you know what's wrong?" The old man took a deep breath and said in a rather cold tone.

Mencius's eyelids drooped, looking at the cushion under her feet, so she lifted her trouser leg and knelt down slowly. ”

"Zijin!" Meng Yongnian scolded behind her, never expecting Meng Zijin to answer like this.

Meng Sinian was stunned for a moment, staring at her petite back and long neck, unconsciously falling into memories.

Back then, he was not so stubborn.

"Nothing wrong? Is the Meng family too indulgent of you? The old man Rao looked at her incredulously, "Your identity, your responsibility, since you were sensible, your grandfather has always been vigilant about you, and now that you have completed your studies, you are thinking about the outside, do you want my Meng family's century-old foundation to be ruined in your generation!?" ”

"It's just to see the uncle of the family and disclose your identity and appearance, why is it difficult to ascend to the sky? Are you so unwilling to be my grandson of the Meng family? The old man was angry, his voice trembled, and his eyes were red unconsciously, "No matter what you think now, after the study in the UK is completed, come back immediately to study with your father, and complete the docking as soon as possible." ”

"The family inheritance has never been passed down to a woman, and besides, my uncle is still young, why can't I let my uncle take over?" Mencius opened his mouth without giving people a chance to interrupt, "Just because your uncle opened a bar, do you think he is unworthy of being the inheritor of the Meng family?" What exactly are you passing on by inheritance? Cultural heritage, intellectual ability, which uncle is not better than me? ”

"You are presumptuous!" The old man was so angry that he bent down and scolded, "Who allowed you to talk to the elders like this!" That's what you taught your daughter! ”

"Father, you are angry." Xu Qiang saw that the old man was not breathing, and immediately helped the person to sit down on the chair next to him, and then motioned to Mencius to speak carefully.

Mencius choked his throat, his fingers clenched, and his eyes were slightly red.

She has been dressed and fed since she was a child, with a soft temperament, she never thinks of herself as a strong person, she has always respected and feared Old Man Meng, and now, it is the first time she has rebelled against the Old Man.

"Grandpa, you can't answer me." Meng Zijin stabilized his emotions and turned his face to look at Old Man Meng, "You are old-fashioned, stubborn, and deny your uncle and me." ”

"How could I have denied you?" The old man looked at her dark red eyes, and finally couldn't bear to yell at her again.

"Denying photography is like denying your uncle opening a bar." Mencius muffled.

"Photography and bars are entertainment, what is the difference between you and those merchants!" The old man closed his eyes helplessly, took a step back and said, "You like it, you can play it as a hobby, but why do you have to treat it as a career?" ”

"But if you develop your interest into a new foundation, does the old man still blindly deny that this is not a serious job?" Song Yunshen stood outside the ancestral hall, the light and shadow flickered and fell on him, he just stood like this, never stepped on the threshold of half a step, "Since there are rules, then I won't step into here for half a step, but, grandpa, please listen to me a few words?" ”

Mencius looked back at him, his heart glowing with sourness.