The next day, when the sky was gray, the men of the Meng Mansion prepared a carriage and took Mrs. Meng to the city, hoping to enter the city as soon as the city gate opened.

The doctor diagnosed that Mrs. Meng was angry and suffered from wind and cold, and needed to stay in bed to recuperate, and she needed to be calm and calm, not emotional, otherwise it would be difficult to recover.

After Mrs. Meng finished her treatment, she was taken back to Meng's Mansion to recuperate.

The housekeeper Fu Bo sent someone to report to Meng Ran, saying that everything was fine and there was no need to worry.

Meng Ran was very guilty and depressed.

Xiaolian comforted him, "Young Master, don't be sad anymore, as long as Madame recovers and you sincerely apologize to her and admit your mistakes, she will definitely forgive you." ”

Meng Ran rubbed his nose and said vaguely: "Sister Xiaolian, it's all my fault, my angry mother is sick, I'm a bad boy, a disobedient child......"

Xiaolian hugged Meng Ran rarely, and said softly: "There are always times when people make mistakes, as long as they can correct it." Although Madame is angry with you, she loves you in her heart, as long as you tell her well and apologize sincerely, she will definitely not be angry again. ”

"Yes, I see, I'll apologize. ”

Meng Ran sniffed and left Xiaolian's embrace, leaving only two lumps of unknown liquid on Xiaolian's clothes.

Xiaolian couldn't cry or laugh, "Young Master, you soiled my clothes......"

Meng Ran smiled embarrassedly, "I'll go back and ask someone to make you a new dress, okay?"

"Really?"

"Of course. ”

"Where did you get the money?"

"The monthly example that my mother gave me......"

"Then I don't want it. ”

"Why?" Meng Ran was a little puzzled.

"That's all Madame's money, let's talk about it when you make your own money. ”

"But that's going to be a long time coming......"

"It's okay, I'll just wait. ”

Xiaolian's face was flushed, I don't know if it was because the temperature in the room was too high or something else.

The New Year is getting closer and closer, and Mrs. Meng's body is slowly getting better, but she can't blow the wind and see the cold, so she has to rest in the city. It's just that he often sends people to the farm to send some food from the city to his son Meng Ran.

On the twenty-second day of the lunar month, when Mrs. Meng woke up from a nap, she instructed her subordinates to invite Fang Xing to come over the mansion.

After half an hour, Fang Xing came in the north wind.

After Fang Xing took his seat, the maid served hot tea.

The two began to talk.

"I don't know what the lady is doing when she comes to me?"

"I won't say much if I am extra polite, tomorrow is a small year, my body is not suitable to go out of the city, I can only ask you to take a look at Ran'er, I think he misses you a little too......"

Fang Xing was stunned for a moment, and then said: "Madame's love for Ran'er is really ashamed. Tomorrow I will go out of the city to spend the New Year with Ran'er. ”

"Thank you so much. ”

"Madame is gracious. If there is nothing else to do, I will take my leave. ”

With that, Fang Xing arched his hand and went out.

Mrs. Meng's lips opened, but she didn't say anything, just watched the door open and close.

"Xiaohuan, are you going to prepare a gift for Fang Xing's family?"

"It's ready. ”

"Okay, tell me to go down, and tomorrow, when the time comes, give the gift, and say that it is a little heart of our family. ”

Xiaohuan responded.

The next day, that is, the little year. The housekeeper Fu Bo personally went to the Fang Mansion and gave gifts.

After Fu Bo returned, he returned to Mrs. Meng.

"Fauber, did you send it?"

"It's all delivered. At first, Lord Fang's lady didn't agree, but I reluctantly agreed to accept it. ”

"Well, just take it. ”

Mrs. Meng casually picked up the teacup, and Fu Bo retired.

In the Meng family's farm outside the city, Meng Ran was very surprised to see Fang Xing, and then came with inexplicable joy, "Uncle Fang, why are you here?"

"Your mother asked me to come and see your ......."

"Is that so?"

"What am I lying to you for?"

Meng Ran's tears suddenly flowed out, which startled Fang Xing.

"Huh, what's wrong with you?"

Meng Ran choked up and said: "My mother thinks about me all the time, but I made her angry and made her angry, so that it is not good until now, I am not a good son......"

Fang Xing smiled lightly and said, "I was more stubborn than you when I was young, and my temper was bigger than yours. As long as you listen to your mother better than anything else in the future, don't make her angry again, spend more time with her, don't be like me. I was gone when I was younger, and by the time I got home, my mother was gone. In the words of you scholars, what do you raise?"

Meng Ran opened his mouth to remind, "The son wants to raise but does not wait." ”

"Yes, that's it. When I had the ability and ability, I wanted to support my mother well, but I found that I had no chance at all. Don't try to learn from me. While you are still young and your mother is still healthy, spend more time with her. When you grow up a little more, you will either chase fame or go to the rivers and lakes, and then you will still have time to accompany her. Fang Xing's words were serious.

"Well, thank you, Uncle Fang. ”

Fang Xing patted Meng Ran on the shoulder, "The person you want to thank is not me, but Madame." ”

Meng Ran nodded.

Afterwards, everyone had a reunion dinner together.

Halfway through the time, Fang Xing said that he wanted to leave, Meng Ran expressed his understanding, after all, Fang Xing's family still had his wife and children waiting for him, so naturally he couldn't selfishly force him to stay.

When Fang Xing left, Meng Ran sent him outside the courtyard, and Fang Xing said softly to Meng Ran before getting on the horse: "Now that your injuries have basically healed, you can move in moderation, don't waste your kung fu." Even if it's not for anything else, it's good to be fit. ”

Meng Ran nodded yes.

Then Fang Xing got on his horse and galloped, and disappeared from Meng Ran's field of vision after a while.

This year's New Year was the first time Meng Ran had celebrated the New Year alone, and without his mother's company, he seemed very lonely. Even though he was accompanied by several servants from the Meng Mansion, he still felt that he was alone.

Meng Ran, who had nothing to do, began to meditate and cultivate, hoping to spend the long New Year in this way.

On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, Mrs. Meng went out of the city, bringing lanterns and all kinds of snacks, first, her health was almost better, and second, she hadn't seen her son for a long time.

Mother and son meet each other, warm and affectionate.

......

One night of spring rain, everything recovers, and spring descends on the mortal world.

This year, Meng Ran was eleven years old.

Because of his martial arts practice, he is much taller than his peers, and if it weren't for the fact that his eyebrows and eyes were too green, he would probably be mistaken for a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy.

From spring to summer, suddenly.

Meng Hao has been dead for three years, and on this day, it is his sacrifice, the sacrifice of removing the mourning clothes for the bereaved family. Tsuna, the name of the sacrifice also, and the great auspicious for a year. During the sacrifice, after prostrating to the deceased, offering sacrifices, and burning paper money, the guests are invited to a feast. After this festival is held, the funeral is completed. Bereavement life returned to normal.

The Meng Mansion set up a banquet at the farm, and invited the distant relatives of the Meng clan and some friends.

After that, Meng Ran also took off his filial piety clothes and began to return to normal life.

The guests scattered, and Mrs. Meng didn't see Meng Ran's figure, and asked the maid next to her, "Xiaohuan, have you seen Ran'er?"

"Madam, the young master took Xiaolian to the ancestral tomb. ”

"Alas, this kid, why is it so worry-free......"

Mrs. Meng explained a few words to Fu Bo, and hurriedly took Xiaohuan in the direction of the ancestral tomb.

From a distance, Mrs. Meng saw a person kneeling in front of her husband's grave, it was her son Meng Ran, and Xiaolian was standing not far away. She took a few steps forward lightly and stood silently behind Meng Ran.

I only heard Meng Ran muttering to the grave, "Dad, I'm leaving, I'll come to see you later." I will definitely listen to you and take good care of my mother. Dad, I won't be able to come to see you from time to time in the future, I hope you can understand. The child has kowtowed to you. ”

Knock knock, Meng Ran bent his waist countless times and kowtowed countless times.

When Meng Ran stood up, his legs and feet were sore, he was a little unstable on his feet, and his forehead was already red and swollen.

Mrs. Meng stepped forward, hugged her son, and murmured, "My son has grown up, and your father will definitely be proud of you." Today, let's go home. ”

On this day, Meng Ran returned home after a three-year absence.

The next day, Meng Ran slept until noon, and when he woke up, his stomach was already roaring like thunder.

After putting on his clothes, Meng Ran complained, "Sister Xiaolian, why don't you call me to get up?"

Xiaolian explained: "Madame came here in the morning, and I was about to wake you up, but Madame stopped me. Madame said that you have worked so the farm for so long, so you should naturally rest well. ”

"Oh... Okay, come with me to dinner, I'm hungry. ”

Xiaolian smiled lightly, "Young Master, wash your face first, and then go to eat after washing." Madame has already ordered the kitchen to prepare food for you. ”

"Okay, wash your face......" Meng Ran was a little reluctant.

After the meal, Meng Ran went to say hello to his mother.

"Ran'er is here, find a place to do it yourself. Mrs. Meng, who was embroidering, glanced up at her son, and then turned her attention to her hand.

"How can Mother do embroidery in a good way?" Meng Ran looked puzzled.

"It's not easy to run a family, so naturally you can save it. Mrs. Meng didn't raise her head.

"In a few years, when I grow up, my mother will be blessed. ”

"Hehe, I'm waiting for that day. ”

Mrs. Meng put down the unembroidered handkerchief in her hand and looked up at Meng Ran, "Ran'er, you are eleven years old, have you ever thought about what you will do in the future?"

"Hmm... I haven't thought about it specifically. I want to fulfill my husband's long-cherished wish first. Meng Ran was full of confidence.

Mrs. Meng sighed, "Alas, I don't want to say much about this matter, but if you want to go far away, you must have a premise, that is, to be able to protect yourself." Do you have what it takes to do that now?"

Meng Ranhan smiled and said, "Not yet....... But soon it will be possible. ”

"Oh, do you just rely on your fists and legs?"

Meng Ran was a little ashamed.

"Alright, let's get straight to the point. You take the shackles, go to your uncle's house, worship him as a teacher, and ask him to show you some real skills. ”

"Mother, did you promise me to continue learning martial arts?"

"Or else?"

Meng Ran jumped up from the chair excitedly, ran to his mother, and hugged Mrs. Meng like a bear.

"You stinky boy—" Madame Meng slapped her son on the back.