As the night wore on, father and son separated.

"How is it? Did you tell Ran'er?" Seeing her husband returning to the house, Mrs. Meng hurriedly asked.

"I told him, but I was educated by this bastard boy. Meng Hao's face was a little angry, but he was not really angry.

"Oh, what did he say?" asked Madame Meng curiously.

This kid brought out some of Brother Qi's words, slapped me in the face, and made me angry. Meng Hao looked like he was jumping to his feet.

"What did Mr. Qi say to Ran'er?"

"What else can I say, it's nothing more than that I'm pedantic and dull, not the material to be an official. Speaking of this, Meng Hao was a little hateful.

"Hehe..."Mrs. Meng covered her mouth and chuckled, "People are not wrong, you know what you look like best." ”

Meng Hao was a little annoyed, bullied forward, grabbed Mrs. Meng's arm, pushed her down and lay on the bed, stretched out his hand to slap Mrs. Meng's buttocks, and said hatefully: "Let you laugh, let you laugh, make you laugh......"

Unexpectedly, Mrs. Meng laughed more and more, and said angrily: "Master... We got married... So many years... For the first time... Seeing you so out of shape..."

The words fell, and there was another burst of laughter.

Meng Hao blushed, let go of his hand, sat on the edge of the bed, and sulked alone.

Mrs. Meng got up, hugged Meng Hao from behind, and whispered in his ear: "Master, don't be angry with the concubine, it's all because the concubine is not in good health, and the concubine will apologize to you." After speaking, he blew into Meng Hao's ear.

The flush on Meng Hao's face had just gone down, and now it was provoked again.

Meng Hao could no longer maintain a sulky state, and once he broke the gong, the smile on his face immediately overflowed.

Looking at the layers of fog in his wife's eyes, if there were expectant eyes, Meng Hao couldn't hold it anymore, turned around and hugged Mrs. Meng tightly.

Mrs. Meng closed her eyes lightly, from her ears to her cheeks, her white neck was also dyed with a slight flush, and she gently pursed her red lips.

Meng Hao lowered his head and fell heavily on Mrs. Meng's red lips like raindrops. Mrs. Meng snorted lightly, and fell on the bed weakly, being pressed hard by Meng Hao.

Meng Hao's tentacles were gentle, and a pair of hands were already eagerly touching Mrs. Meng's buttocks, which were round and extremely elastic.

Mrs. Meng snorted, it was already the same as water.

"Sir, turn off the lights. Mrs. Meng's voice was as gentle as water.

Meng Hao blew out the candles and began to untie Mrs. Meng's clothes.

In the darkness, the two figures slowly entangled.

The mandarin duck embroidered quilt turned up red waves.

The next day, Meng Hao slept until the beginning of the morning before waking up, so it was rare that he did not go to the yamen, but only sent a housekeeper to the yamen to ask for leave. In this regard, Mrs. Meng didn't ask anything, she knew that her master had finally figured it out, but she was secretly happy for him.

Meng Hao was sitting at the dining table, waiting to eat something, when he saw the corners of his wife's mouth raised, he asked casually: "Madam, you smile at the corners of your mouth, but is there any happy event?"

Before Mrs. Meng could answer, she heard someone laugh 'snorting'.

Meng Hao looked up and saw that it was Mrs. Meng's personal maid Xiaohuan.

Seeing Meng Hao looking up at him, Xiaohuan's face instantly swelled red, as if he had been roasted by fire, and it was red until the roots of his ears, and his hands unconsciously stirred the corners of his clothes.

"Okay, let's eat your meal, I'll go see Ran'er. After Mrs. Meng finished speaking, she shouted Xiaohuan and walked out of the dining room, leaving Meng Hao, who was a little confused, there alone.

Walking into the courtyard, Mrs. Meng asked lightly, "Xiaohuan, what were you laughing at just now?"

The slave didn't laugh anything, but suddenly thought of a joke she had heard before, and she couldn't help laughing out loud, and asked Madame for forgiveness. Xiaohuan was a little at a loss.

"Yes? I'll give you another chance. Mrs. Meng's voice only added a little coldness.

Xiaohuan's body suddenly shuddered, bent his knees and blessed, and said with a slight cry: "The slave just thought of the master and the lady last night......"

"Okay, don't say it. I don't blame you, but I have to tell the truth from now on and don't think about being sloppy. Mrs. Meng reprimanded with a slightly red face.

Xiaohuan was blessed again, and then quietly followed Mrs. Meng forward.

"Ran'er, what are you doing?" As soon as she entered Meng Ran's courtyard gate, Mrs. Meng shouted.

Meng Ran, who was sitting in the room reading a book, folded the book in hand, then gently put it down and walked out of the door.

"Mother, why are you here?" Meng Ran was a little surprised, on weekdays, his mother would never come over soon after breakfast.

"Can't I come?" Mrs. Meng grimaced, pretending to be unhappy.

"Of course I can come, although I saw my mother during the meal just now, but Ran'er still misses it very much, and I can't wait to be with my mother every day. Meng Ran said flattering words, and reached out and tugged at his mother's sleeve.

Mrs. Meng couldn't hold back any longer, smiled lightly, touched Meng Ran's head and said, "What a stinky boy, you are the most clever." Also, you told your father last night that you taught him a lesson?"

Meng Ran cautiously asked, "Is my father still angry?"

I don't know what to think, Mrs. Meng's face suddenly turned red, and then she couldn't help but smile, "I'm not angry for a long time, how can anyone who is a father be angry with his son? Besides, how can your father be so stingy?"

Meng Ran made a gesture of patting his chest and breathing heavily, which made Mrs. Meng laugh again, and patted her son's shoulder casually, "Ran'er, do you have anything to do today?"

"It's nothing, just read idle books. Meng Hao said casually.

"While it's still early, why don't you shout Miaoxue and go out of the city to play?" Mrs. Meng teased Meng Ran.

"Don't do it, it's so hot, I don't want to go. Meng Ran flatly refused.

"What about calling Miaoxue to the house?"

"Okay. ”

Mrs. Meng could no longer hide the smile in the corner of her eyes, "Good boy, at a young age, you know that accompanying other girls more is much better than your father's wood." ”

Meng Ran was a little embarrassed, and his earlobes were faintly red.

Then, ready to stop, Mrs. Meng went to Zhang's mansion and picked up Zhang Miaoxue.

Meng Ran estimated that when the time was about right, he walked out of the house and stood in the shade of the tree at the gate of the courtyard, waiting for Miao Xue.

"Yes, I'm back. ”

Mrs. Meng's shouting could be heard from a long distance, and Meng Ran walked out after hearing it.

As soon as he took a few steps, he bumped into Mrs. Meng and Miao Xue head-on.

I saw Miao Xue standing beside Mrs. Meng vividly, like a flower that is about to bloom, beautiful, quiet, and a little shy.

Mrs. Meng said to Miao Xue: "Xue'er, you just follow Meng Ran to play, I'll go and prepare lunch, you play more with me today, don't rush home." ”

"Okay, Auntie. "Miaoxue is very polite and blessed.

Mrs. Meng turned to her son again and said, "Ran'er, take Xue'er to play, don't bully Xue'er, otherwise I won't be able to spare you." ”

"Got it. Meng Ran pouted.

Seeing the backs of the two children drifting away, Mrs. Meng went to get busy.

"Cher, let's go play in my little study. Meng Ran's invitation broke the short silence, and the two young and casual children went to play happily!

When I was young, the relationship was the most simple and simple, without the measurement and entanglement of interests between adults, just the purest feelings. To like is to like, and not to like is not to like.

In Meng Ran's small study, Zhang Miaoxue was amazed at the books on the shelves, "Meng Ran, have you read all these books?"

"Not yet, I've only read dozens of books now, but I'm sure I'll be able to read them all in the future. Meng Ran was proud.

"Then did Uncle Shi buy these books?" Zhang Miaoxue asked curiously.

"My father bought a lot, but there were also some books that my husband brought to me. My husband was very good to me, but I left Lin'an after something happened. Meng Ran was a little sad.

"Is that Mr. Qi?" asked Zhang Miaoxue casually.

"How do you know?" Meng Ran was a little surprised.

"I heard from my father, and he said that Mr. Qi is a man with great skills. It's a pity that the times are not good, so I entered the WTO and became Mr. Enlightenment. Zhang Miaoxue replied.

Meng Ran suddenly became nervous, grabbed Miaoxue's arm hard, and asked anxiously, "Did Shibo say anything else about Mr. Qi, such as where did Mr. Qi come from, and where did he go in the end?"

A series of questions were asked, and Miaoxue's face turned a little pale.

"Meng Ran, you let go, you scratched me. My father only said one or two words about Mr. Qi, I just said everything, and I don't know anything else. Zhang Miaoxue's voice was faintly crying.

Meng Ran came to his senses at this time, hurriedly let go of his hand, and hurriedly apologized, "I'm sorry, Miaoxue, I'm too nervous." Because I miss my husband so much, that's why I scratched you. Let's go to my mother, let her see your arm, and ask her to give you some medicine. ”

"Don't go, your aunt will definitely scold you. Or don't go. Miao Xue was afraid that Meng Ran would be scolded because of this.

"Then what should I do? Why don't I go find Xing'er and let her show you. Meng Ran looked anxious.

"No need, you can help me roll up my sleeves and take a look at ......" Before she finished speaking, Miaoxue's cheeks flushed.

Meng Ran only cared about worrying, so he didn't care about Miaoxue's face.

Picking up his clothes, there were two or three red fingerprints on his delicate arms as white as lotus roots, Meng Ran blamed himself very much, apologized again and again, but didn't know how to solve it, and was sweating profusely.

On the contrary, the injured Miaoxue was very calm, and said softly: "Meng Ran, my arm hurts a little, you help me blow it, maybe it won't hurt if you blow it." ”

Meng Ran held her delicate arm, blew gently, and looked up at Miao Xue after blowing, "Xue'er, is it better?"

I saw that Miaoxue's face was instantly red, and her head was lowered, looking like she wanted to get into the cracks in the ground. At this moment, Meng Ran suddenly felt a blessing, reached out and held Miaoxue's hand, and grasped it gently.

Miao Xue struggled slightly, and then held Meng Ran's hand with her backhand.

The young Muai is so simple and so pure.

Even many years later, the two who have experienced the vicissitudes of the world can still remember the beauty of this summer many years ago, when the two held hands.