"Su Wen has a tattoo on his back, which is the national emblem of the Su family in Xitang."

Oh, the Su family.

At the end of the month, Su Wen went to Xitang. He was going to see Yuwen to listen to the competition. He booked the tickets to fly abroad. Su Jin said he was ill and couldn't get up in his lingering sick bed. Su Wen had to go back all night.

Su's family are all here, old and young.

"Fourth, you're back."

It's su Bingxian, the second son of the Su family, who is fifty years old. He's several rounds older than su. He can be his father when he's old. He has to bow to his knees.

The following generations, all older than Su, bowed their heads and called for four uncles, one more reserved than the other.

The people of the Su family are afraid of Su's questions. The old man also said that except the fourth is the master, the rest are working. Can you not be afraid? Being swept out of the house is also a matter for Su to ask.

The main house of the Su family is the ancestral property left by the old landlord. The decoration is antique. Everyone stands. Only Su Wen sits in the first place, and his servant has a glass of red robe. He takes it up, takes a sip, throws a sentence of "too thick". The servant immediately retreats cautiously and bubbles again.

Put down the teacup, Su asked lazy to read: "Su Biqing."

Su Fu came forward, bowed his head and shouted respectfully, "four uncles."

He raised his eyelashes and looked at them, but there was no expression: "go to the ancestral hall and kneel."

She didn't move.

Su asked for a change of posture and sat with her hands on the back of the chair. She was in a relaxed and relaxed manner, but her tone was threatening: "don't listen?"

Su Fu didn't speak. Her father, Su bingye, appeared for her: "the fourth one --"

Su asked not to listen: "kneel until you faint." Without looking at his eldest brother, he beckoned, called the old housekeeper, and said, "when you fall down, throw me out of the gate of the Su family."

The old housekeeper even called it.

Su bingye was disgraced, unable to hang his face, and his face was green and white: "fourth, what do you mean?"

The servant brought the newly brewed tea and offered a cup of it with trembling.

Su asked for a taste and said nothing. He let people back down. The teacup was put down, and he still played with the tea cover in his hand. In a casual tone, he said: "My Su family doesn't hide fugitives. There is no alarm. Your father and daughter should burn incense and worship Buddha."

Su bingye was choked up.

The room was full of people, no one dared to speak.

"Bang."

The tea cover was thrown aside casually by Su Wen. He raised his hand, and the servant immediately handed him a handkerchief, wiped his hand, and stepped on the chair with one leg. He was like an ancestor: "today, I'll put my words here. I don't care about the trouble. Don't let me know if I have the ability. I don't care about you. That doesn't mean you can do anything wrong." After a pause, he looked up and swept over. "You understand?"

The ending goes up, arrogant and dangerous.

Su asked that the father used to let the other three sons and some granddaughters of his family ride horses for him. He was born by a father and treated differently.

When Su asked, the second son of the Su family dared to hold his breath: "hum, I really think the whole Su family is his!"

The third, Su Bingwen, whispered, "speak carefully. He is the heart of the old man."

Here comes the old housekeeper. Please go to the ancestral hall.

Su Fu clenched his hands, and his fingernails broke his palms. Su bingye said only one word to her, forbearing.

The East Chamber of the backyard is the residence of the old man. Once entering, the front of the hall is a tripod of copper stove. A picture is hung on the copper stove. The picture is some years old. The paper is yellow, the ink is blue, and a woman is painted. She is wearing a horse riding suit, and she is brave.

The woman in the picture is Su Wen's mother, Xiao Tong.

Xiao Tong was born into a scholarly family. Thirty years ago, Su Jin took him to the mountain by force. When Su Jin was young, there were lots of women and they couldn't walk away from their kidneys. After meeting Xiao Tong, he planted a complete plant. From then on, he closed the door to spoil his wife. Xiao Tongfu was poor and raised a son. Only twenty-five plants survived. After that, Su Jin ate fast and prayed to Buddha, only guarding baobei'er Son, don't ask about the world.

In addition to the eastern chamber of Sujin, there are also ancestral halls, all of which are hung with the portraits of Xiao Tong. All the members of the Su family, on the 15th day of the first lunar month, take a bath and burn incense to worship.

As soon as Su Jin heard the footsteps outside, he knew who was coming. He threw down the Buddha bead and ran out: "ask, you are coming."

No one is allowed to rush into the East Wing courtyard except Su Wen.

Su Jin was very happy and smiled like a flower: "I'm so happy you're here."

The old man has a crane hair and a child's face. His body is very strong. The older he is, the more he looks like a child. Of course, he is just so out of tune in front of Su Wen. He is cold with the face of the king of hell, which makes people scared.

Sue asked to look at him up and down. "Didn't you say you were ill?" The lung in the phone coughs out. It's not long before we talk about the lingering sick bed.

Su Jin's face was not red, but he kept his eyes open and said the lie: "yes, I miss my son's thoughts. Lovesickness. As soon as I see you, I will take the medicine to get rid of it."

Su asked: "..."This old man!

Su Jin slips the match and lights the pillar incense. He pulls his sweetheart son to the portrait and says, "ask, give your mother pillar incense."

Su asked to take the incense and bowed three times.

Su Jin looked at his beloved wife and son in the portrait and said, "Tongtong, do you think our son is growing more and more handsome? Fortunately, he looks like you. How nice he looks." As he spoke, Su Jin pulled a chair and sat down in front of the picture. He kept on saying, "Tongtong, you haven't met our future daughter-in-law, and you are also very handsome. Later, our grandson must be like you. She is a beautiful woman..."

Twenty or thirty years of death, just like yesterday.

Su Jin loves the woman in the painting all her life, but like a blink of an eye, lovesickness is like the past. However, the wife in the painting is still beautiful, but he has white hair.

Just after the cold, the year was coming to a close, and the weather began to turn warm. Jiang Jiusheng raised a pot of wintersweet, and then opened three or four flowers. Bomei had never seen them before. She cried to the wintersweet every day, but she couldn't be happier.

I'm sorry, Bomei will not be able to see you in the future.

"Shijin." Jiang Jiusheng pulled his sleeve from the back.

When Jin bent over and was cleaning up Bomei's Kennel, he put down his hand, led Jiang Jiusheng back to the basket chair and said, "no way."

Jiang Jiusheng grabbed his wrist: "Shijin."

The voice is soft, it's kind of coquettish.

If in the past, she used such a tone, when Jin is bound to rely on her everything, this time not to use: "good." He patted her on the head and coaxed her gently, "if you think about it, you can go to Xu's house to see it."

Yes, Shijin wants to send Bomei away, even the dog with the nest, all of them. There is no toy left. This posture makes Bomei have the illusion that it will be abandoned. Pay attention, it's not foster care, it is! Throw! Abandon!

It blinked, pathetic: "Wang ~"

JIANG Jiusheng's heart was soft: "Bomei has been vaccinated, but also on time insect repellent, it doesn't matter."

The reason why pregnant women can't keep pets is that there may be pathogens such as Toxoplasma gondii on pets. If they are infected, they will cause abortion or fetal malformation. Doctors don't recommend keeping pets, but it's not absolute. As long as they can regularly drive and inject vaccines to pets, the chance of being infected by Toxoplasma gondii is very small.

Shijin still disagrees: "everything is in case, we should put an end to it from the source."

"Wang ~"

Xu Bomei looks at her mother with watery eyes open.

Jiang Jiusheng couldn't bear it: "can't you send it to Jinyu?"

"No way." When Jin is very insistent, the tone is tough, "Bomei sticks to you, I don't feel relieved if I don't foster far away."

She can't help it.

"Wang ~"

"Wang ~"

Bomei sniffed pitifully and stretched out her little claws to grab her mother's trouser legs.

The dog doesn't want to go.

The dog is reluctant to give up his mother.

"Wang ~"

Shijin bowed her head and glanced: "get away from me."

Dogs don't go! swear to die refusing to kneel -- even death will not make one yield!

When Jin took it by the neck and threw it two meters away.

Xu Bomei rolls around the ground and wants to get up. But when he sees the look in his father's eyes, which are all dejected and insane, he counsels and dare not move. He lies on the ground and straightens his body.

"Wang..."

It's really pathetic. It's going to cry.

Cabbage, it's yellow in the ground. When I was three, I lost my father, and when I was four, I lost my mother

It quickly hugged its fat body and formed a group, quietly sad, sad to see when Jin's father packed all its dog food and milk powder, sad to tears, sad to tremble.

How pitiful that little sample is.

Jiang Jiusheng couldn't bear to see it again. He went to drink a cup of Yellow Peach Yoghurt. He just opened the refrigerator --

"it's too cold. You can't drink it." When Jin shut the refrigerator door, "I'll make milk powder for you."

“....”

Xu Bomei's balance is lost. Shijin's father is not just tyrannical to him. For example, his mother drinks two cups of imported milk powder for pregnant women every day. It's not good at all. Just look at his mother's expression. But Shijin's father has to ask her to drink it.

Hum! Tyrant!

"Sister, brother-in-law."

Jiang Jinyu just walked to the porch, and Bomei saya ran to him and circled around him.

"Wang!"

"Wang!"

Uncle! Run off with the dog!

When Jin took the packed box to Jiang Jinyu: "send it away immediately."

He answered, "Oh."

Then, he squatted down, arranged the items in the box from large to small, and finally lifted the Pomeranian up and put it on the far left of the packing box, because it was bigger than toys.

Dog son has a kind of feeling that the sky has collapsed: "ouch, ouch!" It protested hysterically. After it failed, all it left was grief, "Wuwuwuwu..."

The culprit glanced at it coldly, then sat back in the basket chair as if nothing had happened, hugged his wife and asked, "what would you like to eat at noon?"Xu Bomei waved his paws: "Ouch!" mom!

Wave again: "Ouch!" Mom save the dog!

Do not wait for Jiang Jiusheng to answer, when Jin asked: "how about eating dog meat?"

“....”

The dog, who swayed at the top of his voice for the last second, was as quiet as a chicken in the next second. He shrank in the box and shivered, never daring to utter a word again.

Good dogs don't suffer from immediate loss.

Jiang Jinyu took the dog with the box and carried it away together. The dog son was reluctant to turn back

PA!

When the door was thrown up, Jin took a gust of wind.

Xu Bomei: "..."

This feeling of being swept out of the door is not beyond the reach of all the miserable people who are in a bad way.

Without a noisy dog, the whole house is quiet, and the balcony is spacious. When Jin is in a good mood, her mouth is up. She throws a toy with a dog bone on the ground into the garbage can, washes her hands and sprays disinfectant water to hold Jiang Jiusheng: "what would you like to eat?"

Jiang Jiusheng thought, "spicy."

Maybe because of pregnancy, her taste is not the same recently.

"When Jin said:" can only eat a little, pregnant women to avoid eating

"Good."

Time is still early, when Jin hugs her to sit in the basket chair to nest, pecks after her ear, the tone is light: "sour son hot female, Sheng Sheng," he touches her stomach, "this inside may be a daughter."

The month is small, not yet pregnant, the abdomen is flat, and naturally nothing can be touched. However, Shijin has recently developed a habit of always touching her stomach. When she is interested, she lifts her clothes to kiss.

She leaned lazily against Shijin: "no way."

At that time, Jin rubbed her stomach through her sweater. After a while, she couldn't help saying, "when the month comes, I'll ask director Zhou."

It will take at least three months to know the baby's gender.

Jiang Jiusheng looked at him and said, "why do you need to know in advance?"

Shi Jin said, "plan early."

If it's a girl, stay more days. If it's a boy Take the chance to send to Xu's house. She will not give up if it's late.

Jiang Jiusheng didn't understand: "what are you going to do?"

When Jin did not continue this topic, she lowered her head and kissed her lips. When she was panting, she let go: "Sheng Sheng, I am most worried about you." A hand around her waist, more than enough, when Jin said, "your waist is too thin."

He had never seen that woman's waist was thinner than that of his family. When he was in love, his hands could be pinched tightly. He was too thin to use his strength for fear of breaking it.

"Not good for children?" Jiang Jiusheng raised his head and nose just to his chin. When he spoke, his breath wrapped around his Adam's apple, like a feather gently scraping, itching.

When Jin forward a little bit, send her to let her lips reach, cool, soft, he was very comfortable, the Adam's apple rolled.

"The pelvis is small, and the risk of dystocia is much higher."

"Jiang Jiusheng thought for a moment:" you can have a caesarean section

The sun in Shijin's eyes suddenly darkened: "I'm afraid I can't do it when I think of using a knife on you."

He worries too much. He worries too early.

Downstairs, Jiang Jinyu just came out of the community gate with a box in his hand. In the car opposite, someone called him.

"Jin Yu."

Chu Ge came out of the car and didn't know when.

Jiang Jinyu holds a big box and is stunned.

The dog in the box: "Wang."

He took a look back at the people in the car. King and Yan had seen each other. No one else. He looked at Chuge again and asked her, "what's up?"

Chu Ge was in a low mood, and his small round face was wrinkled: "I want to go back to wash Su Town, the afternoon plane."

Jiang Jinyu listened for a moment and said, "it's a good journey."

Xu Bomei: "Wang."

This Pomeranian dog is very warm, even more cold and indifferent, with no change of face and no movement. It seems that he is always like this, with little happiness, anger and sorrow, and few words.

Chuge was a little sad. "Don't you have anything else to say to me?"

He looked quiet, not happy or angry, and had no words.

Chuge, who was wilting, muttered feebly, "but I have a lot to say to you."

Then she stopped talking again.

Jiang Jinyu is silent, waiting for her to speak.

Because her mother was not around, no one braided her hair, so she wore her hair and covered her face. She was not as angry as usual, and her face was sallow. Her dark and thick hair made her face white: "I thought about a lot of things to tell you."

She was holding the strap of the messenger bag in her hand. She spoke in a whisper, like a whisper to herself.

"I'm afraid I don't have enough time if I finish all that."

Frowning, she added, "I'm afraid you can't remember."

"I'll tell you one thing."

This time, there was a long pause.She lowered her head and looked up at the young man a little. She immediately lowered her head again. Her voice was a little small. She mumbled, "it's not good to be in love early. Don't be in love early."

She looked up and looked at him again quickly. She found that the young man was looking at him. Her eyes were full of sunshine. She could not move any more. She looked at him.

"I think of another very important thing," she said

She said solemnly, "love between teachers and students is not good. You don't want to accept love letters from female students."

The morning sun, coming from the East, drew the shadows on the ground very long. The young man stood up and looked at the young girl silently, with a wisp of blankness in his eyes.

She held her finger, stirred it uneasily for a long time, pursed her lips, and suddenly stepped forward, tiptoed, and printed the bright red lips on the young man's side face.

"Dong!"

The box fell to the ground, and dog toys and dog food rolled off the ground.

Xu Bomei crawled out of the box: "Wang!"

The boy's dark pupils suddenly burst into a round face, and then zoomed in until he occupied the whole vision. He raised his hand stiffly and caught only a gust of wind.

She bounced away, blushed and retreated. Then she ran and shouted, "I will come back!"

"Wang!"

Xu Bomei's saya son chases up, with a fierce expression!

Bully the dog's uncle. If you don't ask, you'll do it!

"Wang --"

the door suddenly opened, and a big man with a scar on his face came down. Xu Bomei suddenly became as quiet as a chicken, and second counseled: "Wang ~" silently retracted into the box.

King opened the door for Chuge. She looked back for a long time before she got into the car.

In the rearview mirror, the young man stood still, with a fluffy dog squatting at his feet, calling to the car that was far away.

"Wang."

Jiang Jinyu squatted down, pursed his lips and picked up the things on the ground one by one.

Xu Bomei: "Wang!" Wrong, the big one is in front, the small one is in the back, "Wang!"

The light came from the back and fell on the boy. His ears were a little red. The dog toys in the box were disordered and disordered.

Chu Ge was on the plane at two o'clock in the afternoon. He went to see her calligraphy. His parting gift was a hat. His favorite pink fisherman's hat recently was calligraphy. He gave Chu Ge a beautiful hat.

Chu Ge touched the cap on his head and reluctantly took the hand of talking about Calligraphy: "I will miss you, Wangcai."

Tan, Wangcai, clapped her on the shoulder with ink, and said in the tone of the past: "there is no end to the feast." Sighed, hugged the girl, "come to my studio when you miss me. We'll take off."

Chu Ge nodded hard.

Then, the two sisters talked for a few minutes about themselves. At last, they took out a big plastic box filled with bubble gum from the backpack. It was filled with sand and filled with more than 20 eggs. She handed it to King: "this is a native egg. It's very nutritious. Don't give it to others. Eat it by yourself."

She will never forget the raw egg king gave her.

King took it with both hands and nodded solemnly. He was originally fierce, with a heavy expression on his face. He was a bit intimidating, and the tourists who came and went automatically dodged.

"Go." When it comes to calligraphy, turn your head first and wave your hand to the back. "Take care."

Chugo and king are gone.

Talking about Mo Bao squatting on the road outside the airport, looking at the blue sky and white clouds and the flying plane for a few minutes, then touching his bare head and getting up.

All of a sudden, a man came up from behind and called to her, "second miss."

Talk about the guard on the face of ink: "I'm not familiar with you. Don't shout."

She is very familiar with this person. She has been a secretary to tan Xiyao for several years. Her name is Zhou Yue.

"The chairman has a stroke," Zhou Yue said

She was really stunned, her eyes were empty for more than ten seconds, and then she got back to her senses, managed her expression, and said without expression, "then go to the doctor."

"The doctor said it was not very good."

Now the ink is silent.

Zhou Yue's face became more and more solemn: "after the death of the eldest lady, the chairman made a will. You will inherit all the shares of Tan's pharmaceutical under his name. Now the company is in a mess. Several major shareholders have done a lot of actions behind his back while the chairman is seriously ill."

When talking about ink, he understood his meaning and put away his face: "what's the use of you coming to me? Even if those shares are given to me, do you think I can keep a network anchor? "

Zhou is more and more silent.

"Secretary Zhou, my father didn't tell you what I learned in college?" Talking about calligraphy, he told him thoughtfully, "funeral profession."

“....”

"It's for the people."

“....”

For several days, there were many lawyers who came to talk about calligraphy. All of them were money, which roughly meant that talking about Xiyao might not work. There was no one to inherit the wealth. Let her turn around and get back to the bank, quickly inherit the property and unify the Jianghu of the family.Talk about calligraphy all the way.

Talking about the third week of Xiyao's hospitalization, he regained consciousness. His stroke sequela was very serious. His mouth was askew and his eyes were askew. When he saw Tan Mo Bao, his eyelids were shaking: "Mo, Mo, Mo......"

For a long time, Mo did not name her.

"Stop talking." Tan Mo Bao looks at Ms. Yang with a cold face, then ignores her and goes to the hospital bed to get to the point. "I'm here to make it clear to you that I don't have a business mind and it doesn't matter to talk to you about home. Don't point at me and make plans early."

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