Wen Haoxue and his party avoided the Lu family's army and stayed at the train station until evening, so they found a small car and asked for a good destination.

I did not enter Lujia Village, but found a three-story farmer to stay in an inconspicuous place one kilometer away from the village.

He moved his luggage into the house, and asked the locals about the situation of the Lu family, while several people gathered together to discuss the next itinerary.

Locals said: There are happy events for the rich people in this village. They hold two wines at the same time, one is in their own large yard and the other is in the large playground at the entrance of the village.

The guests invited by the large yard are all important guests of the host's house and most people cannot enter.

When the village is served, the banquet is served in the village, and strangers passing by can take the opportunity to have a drink and get the joy.

According to local customs, this wine will take three days.

There may be changes for guests coming and going in the middle.

According to the calculation, the first banquet of the Lu family started the night after tomorrow.

Wen Haoxue and the others wanted to get into the big yard to see the Lu family's pomp. They thought about it, but it was not easy to do it.

Everyone in the village knows that Mr. Lu is an official, and he used to be a high-ranking official in the capital. Now there are soldiers following him and not letting people take care of the matter in his yard.

"I said, can't we contact Manman directly and ask Manman to invite us in?" Sister Wen Feng pulled Zhang Qiuyan and asked her to take the lead in the cannon and took the initiative to catch Manman. She caught someone, so she was not afraid of not being able to go in.

"It's not that I don't want to, but why should Manman invite us in?" Zhang Qiuyan shook off Sister Wen Feng's hand and felt worried. This matter could not be solved by cheating Manman out.

"I don't believe that we are Manman's aunts and aunts. We can't witness such a big deal?" Sister Wen Feng sat down and insisted, "Also, what do the Lu family unilaterally advocated to do for this banquet? Isn't it just to recognize Manman back to their Lu family? What about us? We have raised Manman for so many years, and they have regarded our Wen family as something without our consent, and we are not invited to the table now!"

To put it bluntly, they were indeed unwilling to get any benefits from the Lu family for this matter, so they decided to follow them.

In terms of justice, they believed that they had stopped venting their anger for Wen Shixuan.

Compared to the two mothers who were determined to think of the mighty mothers at the Lu family banquet and the three Wen sisters, what they were more interested in was some handsome guys they could see on the train.

"Wen Haoxue, that Master Yao is on the train, right?" Wang Yunyun asked Wen Haoxue for confirmation again.

A handsome man like Yao Ziye who is like a poisonous scorpion, Wen Haoxue generously gave it to his two sisters, deliberately praising him: "Yes, he is called Master Yao. His official title is higher than that of Sister Manman's husband."

The two sisters really want to try on Master Yao.

If you want to see the opportunity of a handsome guy, you don’t have to go into the Lu family’s yard. The three sisters have already made plans and can sneak into the village secretly tomorrow, waiting for the handsome guys to go out by themselves.

The Wen family spent the night chattering in the mountain for most of the night.

On the first day of Manman and his team arrived, the old man knew that their journey was hard and they would not overwork. Especially when Mr. Lu knew that his granddaughter was pregnant, Manman received the favor from the old man and spent the whole day in his small room. The guests who wanted to see her were blocked by others.

This made her everything more mysterious in the eyes of the outside world.

At night, I finished my meal in my room.

After sleeping for a day, I was too impatient and worried that I would not be able to sleep in the middle of the night, so I dared not lie down any longer.

It happened that the old man's house had an order and asked her if she was in good spirits, the old man wanted to see her.

This conversation with the old man is inevitable. Besides, she came this time mainly to see the old man. It is better to have short pain than long pain. Manman nodded, dressed up and went to see the old man alone. At this moment, her husband went to visit the Jiang family. Commander Lu and Mrs. Lu and the others talked to the people in the village in the living room, and she knew all this.

The three-story building in my hometown is a house. The old man himself hid a separate two-story building in the other place behind the yard. This two-story building is different from other places. It is not a newly built brick and tile house, but a small attic made of wood. It has been a long time ago, and I am afraid it is a ruin left by my ancestors. The old man is obsessed with this antique flavor, so he is unwilling to overturn the rebuilding and only renovate it on the original site.

Manman followed the orderly and walked up the wooden stairs. The decorated stairs were quite stable, but on the top, there were wandering wires and swaying yellow light bulbs. It reminded her of the house where Wen's family lived when she was a child.

At that time, Wen Shixuan took her and had not been able to move into the grocery store for brick houses. She lived in a flat tiled house. Not only did it rain and leak, but the messy wires and yellow light bulbs were like what I saw in front of me.

My thoughts went very far in an instant, so far that they could touch those childhood memories. Although they were bitter and astringent, they were very nostalgic and unforgettable.

When I arrived at the second floor, I first heard a woman's happy laughter. As soon as I heard it, I knew it was the reporter Jiang Yue who I met this morning.

"Report." The orderly soldier stood up to inform the old man that she had arrived.

Manman stood at the entrance of the stairs and saw that the old man was standing next to a rectangular table, holding a brush in his right hand, and rice paper was spread on the table. Jiang Yue stood on the desk and grinding ink for the old man.

The three pairs of eyes instantly contacted the air, and subtle light burst out in between.

Mr. Lu, who was wearing reading glasses on his nose, looked up and coughed gently.

Jiang Yue smiled and put the ink ingot in her hand and said, "I'll pour a cup of tea for my sister."

Now, I am not called my sister-in-law anymore.

Yue'er's eyebrows frowned slightly.

"Come here." The old man spoke.

When I moved over, I could hear the sound of Jiang Yue rinsing the teacup, and there was a hint of impatience in the sound of the water.

"How do I think the word "is written"?" The old man asked with a brush in his hand, straightened his waist and rod.

How could the old man writes the words she can evaluate?

But as a granddaughter, the meaning of the old man is very important.

At first glance, the large characters on rice paper are full of strokes, and the syncopations in the lines are wild, like clouds and smoke. They are cursive scripts. I am afraid of copying the famous works of Cursive Saint, a famous calligrapher of the Tang Dynasty.

"It's Zhang Xu's word." Manman chose to express his opinions directly, saying that he wanted the old man to see his strength, but rather that he wanted everyone else to see him and not to be underestimated.

Hearing Manman's words, Jiang Yue's teapot was slapping. When she raised her eyelids, she saw Manman's large calm glasses, and a light flashed slightly, and then she held it down. In fact, the corners of her eyes were always paying attention to the old man's reaction.

"I heard your father say that you have been studying Chinese painting for many years and have some research on calligraphy. I have written a few words at someone's banquet before. The writing style is novel and won a lot of applause and praise." The old man gently put the brush aside, "From you see, since I copied this cursive script by Zhang Xu, can you tell what words I copied?"

"Grandpa, the works inherited by the ancients to this day are just a few, and I can guess it." Manman said.

In terms of language style, it is in line with the wit and modesty of being a granddaughter. The most important thing for being a grandchild is to be filial and to know how to please the elderly.

Old Man Lu raised his hand on his back, and did not rush to praise or criticize her words, but said, "Well, your personality is a bit similar to what your father said, but a little bit different."

"I don't understand." The old man asked her to come, and he must have something important to say. It was impossible for her to come here to discuss calligraphy.

"You can write." The old man suddenly gave up his seat and set his foot on it, "I see you write."

Manman thought, could this old man be so smart that he guessed that she had planned to give him a picture before.

However, she could only execute the orders of the older generation.

Jiang Yue took two cups of tea, walked over, put it on the table, and observed her writing with the old man.

The re-launched rice paper and Manman lifted the pen, it was written in regular scriptures of the children's memorization in Lishu.

Jiang Yue grinned and smiled.

"What are you laughing at? Is she not writing well?" Mr. Lu asked when he heard her laughter.

"No, my sister wrote very well, much better than mine. I just don't know why she wrote the Three Character Classic." Jiang Yue said.

Faced with Jiang Yue's questioning, Manman just kept her head in her writing, and her focused eyes seemed to be just one word in her pen, calm and stable, and no one could interfere with or affect her.

Jiang Yue's eyes became more and more anxious.

"This is how it will be done tonight, reporter Jiang." Mr. Lu said, turning the old mechanical watch on his wrist.

"When I go down, I'll tell Xiao Chen to come up and clean up the tea set." Jiang Yue looked reluctantly on the desk and then went downstairs.

When Jiang Yue went downstairs, Mr. Lu sat on the mahogany chair beside him and teared, waiting for his granddaughter to finish writing a whole three-character scripture.

The hour hand passed by bit by bit, and it took more than half an hour to finish writing one.

Get up and wiped the back of my hands.

"She is here, so I can't let her not pour you tea. You can sit here and change to a cup of boiling water to drink." The old man said.

Manman walked over, took the boiling water that the old man poured himself, and said, "Thank you."

"Are you hostile to her?" Mr. Lu mentioned it as if he was idle.

Manman was stunned: The old man's eyes were so sharp that he could even dig out the very hidden emotions she had hidden in her heart. Or was it Lu Huan or Jun Ye who said something to the old man?

"Grandpa, I have no hostility to anyone." Manman replied.

"Maybe there is no hostility, but you write until you forget it, and you can't even get too immersed in the face of pregnancy. What's going on?"

It turned out that this was the case. Manman smiled and Yue'er's eyebrows easily unfolded: "Grandpa, you made a mistake. I didn't forget that I was pregnant. As for hostility, I really didn't. The reason for not being there is very simple. Just like writing, how others say it is their business. Writing your own words is equivalent to being your own person and walking your own path. Because whether you can do it well is the most important thing, and no one else can help you."

Therefore, even if you feel dissatisfied for a moment, you will be quickly replaced by the calmness and calmness of your leisurely life.

This granddaughter is more intelligent than she imagined.

However, it is not the Lu family's personality.

It's not like Mrs. Lu's kind of peace everywhere.

no.

This calm and calmness in dealing with the world is more like the temperament of the grocery store owner named Wen Shixuan in the information he has.

After his granddaughter has been in a foreign country for so many years, he once told his grandson and the Yao family grandson in person: This is what they owe her for the rest of their lives.

It is difficult to repay the debt.

However, the people who came back were no longer as they thought.

"Tomorrow, have another day of rest. The day after tomorrow, you will attend, and you will be busy." After putting the teacup, the old man said this to her go back.

Manman could only guess: her own performance the day after tomorrow is the key to Mr. Lu’s decision on what to do with her in the end.

In fact, no matter how to deal with it, the Lu family recognized this granddaughter, and the rest was just that Mr. Lu wanted to put her in the first place.

However, in Manman's thoughts, it doesn't matter whether the Lu family favors her or not. She has never been favored by the Wen family. Didn't she still survive like this?
To be continued...