Clever trick astonishing people

  In the mountains, there is fog in the early morning.

  When my husband helped me get off the car, I saw that the whole small station was shrouded in mist and fog. The hazy sunlight filtering through the misty lines was like a layer of gauze. The weather was crisp and cool, making it hard to believe that summer had arrived.

  "Mom." Lu Huan carried a luggage bag by himself and helped his mother carry the suitcase, worried that Mrs. Lu would get hurt.

  Lu Siling had already gone ahead with his eldest son and others to meet the people who came to greet them at the station entrance.

  When getting on the train, there were many people and it was hard to distinguish who was who. Now, at this small station, the people getting off the train are basically all from the Lu family or their guests. Mianmian roughly counted, there are about twenty people. The Jiang family got off in the next car, with Jiang Mei supporting her elderly father, and Xiao Dongzi still half asleep, his little head resting on his father's shoulder. Mianmian didn't visit the Jiang family's car during the train ride, wanting to let her second sister and her family spend more time together. Now, looking at Cheng Siquan holding his son and stroking his hair, he looks like a loving father.

  Manman and her husband exchanged a glance, both feeling relieved.

  Looked around again, didn't see Wen Haosheng and his group, probably hiding somewhere.

  When on the train, Wen Haoyue and others did not come to find themselves, but it is unlikely that they will give up this opportunity after getting off the train.

  "What are you looking at?" Jiang Yun asked, seeing his wife as if searching for someone in the crowd.

  "Nothing is clear." She replied vaguely to her husband, not wanting to add trouble for him.

  On Lu's family territory, it is unlikely that Wen's family can make any moves.

  Someone in front said that the cars for pickup and drop-off are all at the station entrance, so we can depart now.

  Manman and her husband followed behind Mrs. Lu and Mrs. Yao as they walked forward.

  Mrs. Yao didn't know who told her that the old master himself came to pick someone up, and she exclaimed in surprise to Mrs. Lu: "It's obvious, Nangnang's grandfather is very fond of this little girl."

  Mrs. Lu smiled calmly and quietly, without saying yes or no, only a hint of uncertainty could be found between her slightly furrowed eyebrows.

  Behind him, two young men were chattering and laughing together.

  For the person who had spoken ill of his own sister in the car, Lu Huan was furious: "Do you know who he is? I hadn't seen this person before. If I knew who he was, I would have reported him to his parents directly. What kind of talk is that? His siblings are as beautiful as heavenly beings, and I'd like to see them with my own eyes."

  Ya Zi Bao, who was adjusting his glasses, looked more calm and thoughtful, saying: "It's the young master of the Qin family. He has a sister who is younger than Mianmian. She's a military journalist."

  "Have you seen his sister? A military reporter, not a cultural troupe member, probably doesn't look very good."

  Lu Huan's words made Yao Zibao feel too frivolous, so he seriously lectured him: "Who said that? Now the reporters in the troops have knowledge and culture, and are more popular with others than those from the literature and art troupe who only know how to dance and sing."

  "Just by his manner of speaking, do you think his sister can have good manners?" Lu Huan sneered, baring her teeth.

  "Do you know why he was invited?" Yao Zibao had to remind his ignorant brother at this point, "Sorry, the uncouth regiment reporter you mentioned is now assigned to your grandfather's side, helping your grandfather sort out historical documents and materials, and is quite favored by your grandfather."

  Lu Huan, who did not expect this outcome, was shocked by the news and raised an eyebrow: "No wonder my brother and your brother didn't speak up, but still, it shouldn't be like this. My sister is after all my grandfather's own granddaughter."

  Yao Zibao always felt that this brother was a bit too simplistic, if he really thought that with just one sentence from Old Master Lu, he could acknowledge his daughter and get acknowledged by the old master without any effort, then Old Master Lu wouldn't be called Old Master Lu anymore.

  Lu Lao Ye Zi is a man who has experienced three rises and falls, seen the dangers of the world, and it's impossible for him to easily trust anyone, not even his own daughter.

  Two young men were talking loudly, and Manman could only hear that it was a fifty-fifty chance, but she believed that the road ahead of her would not be smooth.

  Out of the small station, a dozen or so cars were parked on the mountain road, surrounded by people wearing military uniforms, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense.

  The sunlight broke through some thick fog at this time and shone brightly on the five-pointed iron stars on the military caps.

  The tranquility of the surrounding mountains, combined with the sudden stillness of the crowd, made Meng Meng involuntarily feel an unprecedented pressure. Everyone's gaze was focused on her.

  "Niang niang, go and greet Grandpa." Someone said this sentence that sounded like a command in her ear.

  Next to a jeep in front, five old soldiers in military uniform stood, all staring at her with the same gaze.

  Grandpa?

  She hasn't even seen her grandfather's photo, let alone the real person.

  Mr. Lu didn't like taking pictures, to the extent that in the Lu family photo album, there wasn't a single picture of Mr. Lu and his children and grandchildren together.

  Needless to say, this was an intentional test or a difficult question set by her elders.

  Test whether grandfather and grandson have a spiritual connection.

  Manman thought to herself: This old man is too troublesome. Talking about feelings between blood relatives, these are all unscientific things, without evidence or basis, what if her feelings suddenly turn out to be wrong? Does that mean she's not the old man's granddaughter and the Lu family will end up slapping themselves in the face?

  Her younger brother Lu Huan was drooling behind her, wanting to make a small gesture to signal to her, but was deterred by his older brother's stern glance and quickly withdrew his hand.

  Even his brother can't save him, let alone Lu's wife who is used to listening to others at home.

  Lu Shuai stood with his hands behind his back, standing by the side of the road, his eyes seemed to be slightly anxious as he looked around, but also seemed to have extraordinary confidence in his daughter, his thick eyebrows raised, and his expression was not worried.

  He stood coldly beside his father, his haughty demeanor seeming to indicate that he didn't care about her life or death at this critical moment. The surrounding gazes of the Lu family members discussing and speculating were also nothing to him.

  Husband, also never seen Mr. Lu before, can't even help himself.

  Fine. Mianmian has to admit that she and Lao Yezi really don't have a bit of telepathy, because under this huge pressure, trying to find a faint feeling that can't be proven by science is truly a desperate hope.

  The surrounding view, all sorts of them are available.

  It made her feel like a little clown standing on stage.

  The only advantage of a clown is that it looks funny and seems to do some laughable things that make people laugh, but the performer of the clown is just the opposite, with a very clear head, clearly knowing what he is doing.

  She never believed in this feeling thing, if she believed in this feeling thing, she would have recognized Lu's family long ago.

  She believed in one thing - thinking.

  Being a member of the Lu family, one should first have some characteristics that match those of the Lu family in terms of appearance. It's not like chickens give birth to ducks or cows give birth to sheep, is it? Commander Lu's son looks like Commander Lu, and Commander Lu should look like Old Master Lu.

  Five old soldiers standing in front of her, seemingly intentionally letting her choose, effectively eliminated two items that did not match based on the Lu family's characteristic thick eyebrows and big eyes.

  The remaining three, with facial contours that were fat and dull unlike Lu's sharp features, kicked out another one.

  The two finalists, who look a bit like Commander Lu, are hard to choose from, which proves that the questioner, Old Master Lu, is cunning. Maybe they're all relatives of the Lu family, her uncles or something.

  At that time, a thought suddenly popped up in her mind: if she were Mr. Lu, how would he design the test questions for meeting his granddaughter for the first time?

  Everyone's heart skipped a beat as they saw her take her first step.

  She walked in the direction of the five old soldiers, but didn't stop in front of them. Instead, she brushed past them and stopped beside a small van behind the jeep, calling out softly to the closed door: "Grandpa."

  This scene shocked everyone who had never seen Mr. Lu before.

  Those who knew Mr. Lu were surprised and delighted.

  Lu Lao Ye indeed did not stand among these five old soldiers, these five old soldiers were all his close friends and comrades-in-arms, this time they were invited by him to come over and discuss with him after which they put on such a play for his granddaughter.

  Such a play, first is to effectively examine whether his own granddaughter has the feelings of the Lu family, that is, whether Mianmian thinks there is a heart and soul connection. Second, even if the granddaughter makes a mistake, it doesn't matter, because he himself is not among the options, at most it can be considered as a joke played by Grandpa on his granddaughter. Neither will it lose face for the Lu family, nor can it make the granddaughter hate him from their first meeting. Of course, there's also a third reason, and because of this third reason, he sat quietly in the unassuming small van at the back, waiting, waiting to see if a miracle would appear.

  Through the tea-colored window glass, I heard that soft and gentle voice like cotton candy from childhood, "Grandpa", my heart couldn't help but skip a beat.

  "Old Lu, come down! Your granddaughter is calling you, you can't hide and avoid people."

  Several old soldiers shouted towards the van, and with thumbs up, they quietly praised:

  "Lu Lao, this granddaughter of yours is more than just your granddaughter, she's practically telepathic with you. Look, she didn't even glance at us and went straight to where you're sitting."

  Is there a spiritual connection, Mr. Lu and his old comrades all know that it's unscientific and nonsense, but the miracle is that it proves one thing: this granddaughter is smarter than others, making her grandfather proud. A grandfather who can be proud of his granddaughter will naturally love her dearly.

  Mr. Lu didn't get out of the car and had someone open the door for him, clearing his throat lightly: "Get in."

  Letting her granddaughter sit beside her for the first time, Lu Huan remembered that she had never received such treatment from her elders when she was a child.

  The Lu family has many children and grandchildren, and this big gift given by the elderly is eye-catching.

  Lu Siling squinted his eyes and smiled so hard that the corners of his mouth were creased, as he went to hold his wife's hand. Mrs. Lu was even more delighted.

  Your face, which was once cold and icy, seems to have been warmed by the increasing sunlight in the mountains, becoming softer and brighter.

  Lu Huan smiled complacently and winked at Yao Zibao: See, my sister is just my sister.

  Yao Zibao pushed his glasses: "Weiwei is indeed very unusual."

  The rest of them, after the old man spoke, were discussing and speculating about Mianmian's glasses-wearing face with great surprise.

  Mr. Yao accompanied his mother onto another vehicle and heard Mrs. Yao sigh: What a pity that someone else got there first.

  A slender beauty, swept across that wisp of morning fog like a delicate, ethereal figure, and then quietly withdrew.

  The old man told her to get on the bus, but Mianmian didn't dare to get on alone and said to the old man: "My husband came with me."

  He understood her meaning and immediately ordered someone to invite Comrade Jiang Yan to get on the car together.

  After handing over his luggage to the person below, Jiang Yan hastily ran off to accompany his daughter-in-law.

  The young couple sat on either side of the old man in the car and set off.

  The village is still a distance from the train station, about an hour's journey. During this time, the car travels on winding mountain roads.

  The mountains in the north are not like those in the south, and the bumps felt inside the car are much more intense than when taking a car ride in the south. The road conditions are also much more rugged compared to the south.

  Manman sat beside the old man, as nervous as the car winding its way up the rugged mountain road, casting furtive glances at the old man beside her.

  Thick eyebrows, like the four great golden guardians of a temple, with sharp and clear brow corners, majestic and awe-inspiring. A pair of big eyes, aged, with a pair of reading glasses perched on the bridge of her nose, the sharp light emitted from behind the lenses, like an unsheathed sword, still quite intimidating. The facial features, in her opinion, are more refined than those of Lu Siling, and resemble those of her elder brother, Junye.

  Whether it is the aura of stern majesty emanating from this convergence, or the similarity to the cold and unapproachable Lord who dislikes speaking.

  No wonder the old man's most beloved grandson is Junye, because these two are very similar in nature.

  Since it was actually Lord Jun and not Commander Lu, Manman had reason to feel that she wouldn't get along well with this old Master Lu.

  "What's wrong? Haven't you seen a big mountain before? Do you know where Mount Tai, the number one mountain in the world, is?" Seeing her staring blankly out of the window on the bus, Old Master Lu spoke up in his thick Shandong accent.

  Shandong people, their accent is mixed and some places' accents are so fast that it's hard to make out what they're saying. When Lu Lao Ye Zi spoke in Shandong dialect, Man Man could only catch: What's wrong? Haven't you seen a big village before? Do you know the number one village in the world, Tai Zhuang, is in Mali?

  Mali, isn't it a place abroad?

  She knew she must have misheard, but Mianmian didn't dare make a sound. However, she couldn't not answer Old Master's question, so she gave her husband a signal and threw the hot yam at him.

  In the army, he came into contact with soldiers from all over the country, and Jiang Yanbi's dialect was not a bit better than his wife's. He quickly replied to Lao Yezi: "Manman grew up in the south, such a big mountain, she has never seen it before. Mount Tai, she learned landscape painting, China's famous Qinling Mountains, she can't be unaware of."

  Mr. Lu's wise eyes landed on his grandson-in-law, and it should be said that Jiang Dazhuang's language was witty and quick-witted, leaving a deep first impression.

  Something is missing.

  Think about it, although the son didn't say it, but in this group of people who came back to the Jiang's house, there is no such person as Mother Jiang.

  Daughters choose their own husbands based on their feelings first, no need to think about it. Mr. Lu and Junye have some reservations about this point.

  "Do you like the Great Mountain?" Mr. Lu adjusted his old glasses and asked his granddaughter again.

  With the translation from her husband last time, Manman knew that Mr. Lu was talking about "da shan" (big mountain) instead of "da zhuang" (big villa), so she could answer loudly: "Everything in nature is naturally carved and cannot be said to be not beautiful. Since they are all beautiful things, how can you like them?"

  A clever and sharp-tongued person, knowing that his next question might be a comparison with the South, had already shut his mouth.

  "According to you, this typhoon that destroyed the farm, and the mudslide that buried many people and villages, are all beautiful things, things you like?"

  The grandfather who is said to have commanded thousands of troops and fought in Vietnam could never be a dim-witted person.

  Manman muttered to herself and gently bit her teeth: "Grandpa is right."

  What Grandpa said was that she had brought enough of her family's spoiled and arrogant attitude, even if she hadn't intentionally said so, but in fact, she was reluctant to accept it. Nevertheless, a daughter-in-law is still just a daughter-in-law.

  Mr. Lu had no daughter, and his granddaughter was the only one. It's hard not to find it strange, this kind of fresh energy is enough to make the old man soften towards his granddaughter again.

  "Grandpa is old, and what he says isn't entirely right, at least not for you young people who are changing with the times." The old man's tone had clearly softened, but don't think that everything he said was soft and gentle - the sharp glint in his wise eyes hadn't diminished one bit. He looked at her delicate face, which had been pampered into a fine complexion in the south, and said, "But you must remember, this is your hometown, where your ancestors lived. You must inherit, carry forward, and cherish the things that are here."

  The old man's words were very profound and touching, making Mianmian's heart feel like it had been pressed down by a heavy weight.

  Mr. Lu had long known that his granddaughter was not on good terms with her adoptive family, and he was very unhappy about it. The family banquet was arranged at the old house, knowing that his granddaughter would have a hard time making this trip, but it was also a warning to her and a show of authority.

  The dialogue between the grandfather and grandson, Jiang Yan listened carefully beside them, not daring to interrupt casually.

  Lu Lao Ye Zi is formidable indeed.

  Going around the mountain, suddenly a flat valley appeared in front of me, with dense rural scenery, neat wheat fields, newly built brick houses, and solar panels standing on the rooftops, everywhere showing an unprecedented northern new countryside atmosphere.

  It's not a remote and poor village, but enough to make people who were previously only in their imagination deeply surprised.

  When the car drove into a small village with about 100 households, firecrackers were set off at the entrance of the village. The firecrackers crackled and red fragments fell on the front and back of the car, adding to the festive atmosphere.

  Che Lung stopped at Lu's old home, and all he saw was a three-story small brick house newly built on the foundation of the old one, plus a big courtyard.

  The old man got off the car first, and a group of people surrounded him, escorting him into the large courtyard. Mianmian was resting with her eyes closed in the car for a while, but as the car had been winding its way up the mountain road, she had already felt uncomfortable, and when the car stopped, she felt dizzy.

  "Come on, I'll carry you down from the car." Her husband saw that she was uncomfortable and stretched out his hand to carry her.

  How many people are staring around? Hurriedly pressing down on her husband's hand: "I'll go myself."

  She slowly got down from the bed, being extremely careful. However, the weather in this mountain was not what she had expected. The sun was shining brightly, but the wind was still cool and refreshing. As soon as the wind blew, she felt a wave of nausea wash over her chest. She rarely experienced morning sickness, but now she was hit with it.

  A figure emerged, apparently at the behest of someone inside the house, to take a look at them. Seeing her pale appearance, he said: "Yuan-ge, your wife rarely gets car sick, right? Hurry up and help her in to lie down for a bit. I'll go make a bowl of sugar water for your wife."

  Upon hearing the words "Yan Ge", Man Man and Jiang Yan simultaneously lifted their heads.

  What was seen was a young woman wearing military uniform, about the same age as Man Niang, with clear eyebrows and eyes, a small nose, and an oval face that was clean and lovely.

  Xiao Yue.

  Only heard her husband's astonished voice.

  Her eyebrows furrowed slightly: Does her husband know this woman?

  Jiang Yan didn't forget to introduce her first: "My adoptive father's daughter, my sworn sister, name Yue, surname Jiang."

  Jiang Yue, daughter of Chiang Chung-hai.

  Did Lu's family invite Jiang Yao? Why isn't Jiang Zhonghai here?

  Jiang Yan had also never heard that Jiang Zhonghai was coming to attend the Lu family's banquet.

  "How did you end up here, Xiao Yue?" Jiang Yun asked.

  Jiang Yue smiled, with two dimples at the corners of her mouth, looking very pretty, and said: "My dad doesn't know I've been transferred here to interview General Lu."

  Manman remembered the two young men who had been following her, and Jiang Yue was that young female journalist whom Old Master Lu had taken a liking to recently.

  The fact developed as she had thought.

  Qin Shao, who got out of another car, saw Jiang Yue and came over to greet her: "Sister, it's been a long time. You're still so young and beautiful, not at all like you've gotten married."

  "Shut up." Jiang Yue playfully raised her fist to pretend to punch her younger brother, "What youthful beauty, I'm almost running into my thirties now."

  A married young woman.

  Manman couldn't see it, but one hand grasped her husband's arm, and her eyebrows were slightly furrowed without letting go.

  Thinking she was even more uncomfortable, Jiang Yan didn't hesitate and simply picked her up from the waist, asking Jiang Yue: "Which room can people rest in?"

  Jiang Yue was taken aback.

  She hid her entire face in her husband's arms, feeling like many people were staring at her, which made her feel very uncomfortable.

  "Let's go this way." Jiang Yue came back to himself and said, "The old master has already made arrangements for everyone."

  Jiang Yue led the couple into the house.

  Jiang Dashao hugged his wife and walked up to the small rest building with a clear conscience in front of everyone.

  Qin Shao blinked and looked at this scene as if it was nothing out of the ordinary.

  "Hey, what are you looking at? It's normal for someone to care about their wife."

  "No, it seems like I've seen something similar before." Qin Shao's words were unclear, and he himself seemed to be unsure, but they somehow managed to arouse suspicion instead.

  Mrs. Yao's car arrived, and she happened to be carrying her son to the door, heard what they said, asked: "What's going on?"

  "No. Chiang Zhongxiao's wife seems to be unwell, she was sent upstairs." Gao Daxiao said hastily, worried that he would be implicated.

  Hearing Manman seemed uncomfortable, Yao Ziyi lowered his hat brim and walked in front of his mother through the door.

  Qin Shaojian looked thoughtful and said: "The military coat she was holding in the car, is it Colonel Yao's?"

  Furrowing his brow, he glared at the tall and handsome man, making a gesture of putting tape over his mouth: "You'd better say less, no one will say anything to you. Don't you know what 'disaster comes from the mouth' means? The clothes are obviously Young Master's, why drag them onto Young Master Yao?"

  Manman was being held by her husband, with both hands wrapped around his neck. It was the first time since their marriage that he had hugged her like this in front of everyone, leaving her at a loss for what to do.

  Her ear was pressed against her husband's hot chest, as if her own racing heartbeat was going to stick together with his. On the other side of her ear, all sorts of sounds of onlookers came over, making it hard for her not to blush bright red.

  "Don't look, don't look anymore. They're a newlywed couple, still in their honeymoon phase."

  "Lu Lao should be happy this time. His granddaughter married a good man who loves his wife dearly."

  "I heard they've been married for less than half a year."

  "Is this great feeling due to the arranged marriage by the Lu family?"

  "No, she found it herself."

  Once you enter a room and close the door, you can get rid of all those idle chatter.

  Manman sat on the edge of the bed, her husband squatted down and helped her take off her shoes.

  "I'll do it myself." She wasn't used to being served like this, even by her own husband.

  "Vines----" The bride's face was as red as a tomato, reminding Jiang Yan of the moment they first entered their bridal chamber, and he couldn't help but smile.

  Jiang Yue was about to go out and buy some sugar water when she turned back to see the couple smiling at each other, especially Manman's face which was so shy that it seemed like blood would drip from it, making Jiang Yue suddenly feel a pang of discomfort.

  Took a deep breath and walked out, but didn't expect someone walking in the opposite direction, almost bumped into each other.

  "Is she inside?" Mr. Yao's voice sounded a bit cold at this moment, and through the door gap, he saw the couple sitting shoulder to shoulder, clearly not suitable for entering.

  "Yes." Jiang Yue raised her head, and in the face of Yao Ye's stunningly handsome face, a flash of surprise also flashed in her eyes, then she couldn't recognize who he was. Someone as handsome as him should be unforgettable at first glance, so she asked, "Who are you——"

  "My surname is Yao." After saying this sentence, Mr. Yao closed the door.

  Surname Yao.

  Having followed Old Master Lu for a short while now, Jiang Yue immediately understood which household this surname Yao was referring to.

  "Director Yao." This respectful title had just left his lips.

  Mr. Yao stretched out a elegant finger to stop her voice, and simply instructed: "Give her some sugar and salt water, remember to add both sugar and salt. If she still vomits or faints, come find me."

  Just as he was about to respond, Master Yao turned around and walked down the stairs without looking back.

  I found Colonel Yao somewhat strange.

  Inside the door, it was Manman and Jiang Yan, this young couple, talking intimately. Manman's voice, one sentence at a time, came out shyly, which sounded very annoying to her ears. It didn't seem like someone who would vomit or feel dizzy either. It made people can't help but wonder if Manman had just pretended.

  Biting her lower lip, Jiang Yue walked away, but not towards the kitchen to make a sugar and salt solution for Manman.

  The young wife said it was nothing, and wanted to sit for a while, so Jiang Yan accompanied her. After waiting for a bit, not seeing Jiang Yue bring over the sugar water, he suspected that something had delayed him along the way, so Jiang Yan went to take a look in the kitchen himself.

  "It's okay." Manman held onto her husband, looking at the thermos on the table and said, "I'll just have some hot water. I'm afraid of getting sick from sweet water, it might make me vomit."

  The pregnant wife is now the boss, and Jiang Yan listens to his wife. Whatever she wants to eat, he will give it to her.

  Pouring boiling water for my wife.

  At the door, someone brought their luggage over. Little brother Lu Huan arrived immediately: "Sister, how are you? As soon as I entered the door, I heard that you 'sacrificed' and were carried in by your sister-in-law."

  Meng Meng was drinking water poured by her husband and almost spat it out.

  Lu Huan was indeed worried about her, walking over to say: "Mom and Dad are busy entertaining the guests, they can't cope. But Mom has already sent someone to find your brother. He'll be here soon."

  "Drink some water and it'll be fine." Manman put down the cup of water, trying to remain calm as usual, and instructed her husband, "Check if our luggage is complete?"

  The couple's luggage consisted of a pull-along suitcase and a travel bag, both placed on the floor in the room.

  Lu Huan was excited and eager to help the couple pack their things, saying: "Sister, what did you and your husband bring? Did you bring any delicious food?"

  "Is it delicious?" Manman teased her brother's poor mouth, "The good food in the city can't compare to the natural green food in the countryside."

  "Don't mention it, sis." Lu Huan patted her thigh excitedly, describing what she saw on the way in. "Bao'er and I were at the village entrance when we saw cows. A few more steps, there were chickens, ducks, geese, and pigs too. The mother hen was leading a group of chicks searching for rice inside and outside the village, Bao'er and I rolled up our sleeves, wanting to catch a few with our own hands."

  "Look at you being so envious, haven't you ever been back to our hometown?" Manman asked her brother about their hometown in a roundabout way.

  "It's been four or five years since I last came back. After all, no one lives in our old home anymore. On normal days, Grandfather would send people to come back and repair the house. If anyone in the family wants to come back to live in their hometown, that's not a problem." Lu Huan said, "The neighbors on both sides, the villagers, are all familiar with Grandfather and treat us younger generations well. In this village, just among those surnamed Lu, there are over twenty households, and they're all our relatives. This morning, one of the old soldiers who was pretending to be Grandfather's sister is actually from our village, also surnamed Lu, a distant uncle."

  She listened word by word carefully. In a place where people are unfamiliar with each other, it's always good to be cautious.

  That head, crouching beside the open suitcase, silently caught the attention of the other two people.

  "Brother-in-law?" Lu Huan leaned in beside her brother-in-law, seeing that he was holding a scroll tube for calligraphy and painting. She smiled and asked, "Is this the gift you're going to give to Grandfather? Can I take a look first?"

  Her eyebrows, always a cheerful and elegant pair, were now furrowed deep in worry.

  Seeing that this matter couldn't be concealed any longer, he picked up the book and walked to his wife's side, gently lifting the lid.

  Manman saw her husband's stern face, and her heart was hanging in suspense. When her husband opened the lid in his hand, revealing the torn paper scroll with a mouthful of words, she bit her lip hard and clenched her fists tightly.

  "It shouldn't be the one who helped us with our luggage," said Jiang Yan.

  The ones who escorted them from the station and carried their luggage were all old men's attendants, it was impossible for them to do such a thing that would ruin their future.

  This thing can only happen on the train.

  Manman finally understood why Wen Haosheng and the others didn't come to find her on the train, it turned out they had come to look for her, but had already gotten her into big trouble and didn't dare show up again.

  "Who did this?" Lu Huan said angrily as he saw the destroyed banner while listening to their conversation.

  It's not the time to ask who did it, but we must find a solution before the banquet starts and before presenting the gift to the elderly. After all, no matter who did it, they didn't take good care of their belongings, so they have some responsibility too. The old man won't accept this damaged gift from her.

  "I think, I've heard that the old man is a refined and elegant person, perhaps he brought his writing instruments with him. It's possible to borrow them privately." Jiang Yan thought of his first idea, which was to redraw a painting.

  It was soon vetoed by his mother: "No way. You can paint, but you can't mount it. Unmounted calligraphy and painting cannot be given as gifts."

  Some special tools are needed for mounting, which is impossible in this simple countryside.

  Lu Huan stood beside them, worrying together with them.

  For the time being, I'm anxious in my heart. Thinking like this won't come up with a good idea. Fortunately, the family banquet is not held on the same day. These two days have to wait for all the guests to arrive. For example, the White family, they are taking planes and cars, and it's not that fast to get here.

  Soon, there were many aunts and sisters-in-law chatting at the door, from both nearby and far away villages, all coming to visit and see the novelty.

  Especially came to see her, this wandering outside for many years and just recognized as the granddaughter of the Lu family.

  So many women rushed in, all of them chattering incessantly, sharp-tongued and quick-witted, Lu Huan thought he couldn't block them even if he wanted to.

  Man Man and Jiang Yan suddenly became rare animals in the zoo, surrounded by onlookers.

  "Don't you think she looks like Lao Lu?"

  "Just now from a distance it didn't seem like her, but now up close, her eyebrows really resemble her mother's."

  "Look at her, she doesn't even speak, we talk to her and she still doesn't speak, with a steady and serious temperament, just like Old Lu. Old Lu also didn't like to speak."

  Manman thought to herself: She's not unwilling to speak, it's just that one mouth can't compete with a hundred mouths, so she might as well save her breath.

  "She has a bit of her mother in her, a bit of her father, and a bit of Old Lu. All in all, this granddaughter we've found is perfect."

  "On my way here, I heard people say that she was at the station and could sense where Lao Lu was without even seeing her grandfather's face."

  "Ah, it's really wonderful. It's a kind of spiritual connection that only one's own daughter can have, isn't it enough to delight an old man to death?"

  Manman secretly sweats in her heart: Does she really have a spiritual connection? Probably the old lady herself doesn't even believe it, she's just trying to outsmart the old man.

  Everyone says she's so amazing, it really makes me sweat.

  The woman's tongue is long, after finishing her, she started talking about her husband Jiang Yan Comrade, and even the little one Lu Huan was not spared.

  "This wife has found a pretty good-looking husband, one look is a talented person."

  "I heard it was she who found him before returning to the Lu family."

  From the handsome and elegant Jiang Da Shao, compared with the ugly glasses frame on his nose bridge, it's all astonishing.

  "I've long heard that city people are like flowers stuck in cow dung and good grass stuck in a pile of dirt, looking completely wrong."

  Man Man Dao: Pitied herself, her husband was stuck in this dirt pile.

  I can almost hear my husband laughing silently beside me, his intestines might have been twisted with laughter.

  Gave her husband a cold stare.

  Jiang Dazhou whispered in his wife's ear, "You are the beautiful flower inserted into my cow dung."

  She pinched her husband's thigh with a finger, but couldn't hide the shyness in her eyes: Don't be poor-mouthed!

  Lu Huan listened with discontent and snorted at these gossipy women: "What do you know about being elegant on the outside and wise on the inside, what do you know about having a gentle nature and a beautiful heart?"

  An old aunt came out and said with a thick face, "We haven't been to the city to study, we don't understand idioms. If you say that reading people are many, of course it's still your Lu family."

  Talking to these people is like speaking different languages, Lu Huan was so angry that he could have burst a blood vessel.

  So when speaking with this group of people, you can't talk about art, only straightforwardness, the more direct the better.

  As soon as Jun Ye arrived, a brilliant white light descended from the sky like a thunderbolt, killing countless people.

  "Isn't this absurd? Letting so many people into a patient's room, what kind of management is this?"

  A cold voice, representing thunder and lightning, crackling and popping, exploding in the house.

  Appearing to scold his younger brother, in reality he was firing a broadside at these gossipy women.

  The women just looked at Jun Ye's icy face that no one could accept, and they all breathed hastily, flustered and said goodbye to Man Man.

  After a while, this house finally quieted down.

  But it doesn't mean that the two ears of weeds can be clean.

  "You know you're not feeling well, why don't you lie down and rest?" Junye had come specifically to see her on his mother's orders, but this patient didn't look like a patient at all.

  "Brother, it's that group of people who came to harass my sister—" Lu Huan's words of defense for his sister were cut off by a sharp and cold glare from his brother, which made him stop abruptly.

  "I didn't even mention you. You've been carrying that luggage for so long. Since you want to stay here, you haven't taken any responsibility at all. How old are you this year? Still acting like a child?"

  "Alright, she spoiled her younger brother and wasn't afraid to confront her older brother: 'Don't mention him. Those people, which one can he stop? The generation gap is right there, you're making it hard for him.'"

  He gazed at her with icy eyes, grinding his teeth: "Not dizzy? Or have you been dizzy from head to toe all along?"

  "When I got off the car, I felt a bit unwell, but now I'm fine." Mianmian was telling the truth.

  I suppose the scene of Brother-in-law carrying Sister-in-law in was quite lively, and Master Jun has also heard about it. He glanced at Brother-in-law's seemingly well-behaved face: "Let her get some rest early. She must not have slept well on the train last night. If anything happens today, I'll take care of it for you."

  "I understand, big brother," Jiang Yan replied.

  "It's still early for dinner, prepare some sweet soup for her first." Master Jun ordered.

  "Somebody has already helped us get it from the kitchen." said Manman hastily.

  "Until now?" Lu Huan thought to herself that she had been here for a long time, but no one had brought her sugar water yet.

  "Xiao Yue - she might have been hindered by something on the way. I'll go to the kitchen." Jiang Yan said after uttering Xiao Yue's two words, suddenly feeling that something was not quite right, and changed his tone.

  The two words "Xiao Yue" are enough to make others take notice.

  After Jiang Dashao left, Lu Huan asked: "Who is Xiao Yue?"

  "Grandpa's reporter." Manman lowered her head and looked at the hem of her clothes.

  "I'm asking, how come your brother-in-law is called Little Yue?" Sounds like it should be a girl's name.

  She didn't answer when she saw him, so Master Jun's big palm rubbed his younger brother's head and made him shut up.

  Manman acknowledges that she is petty and selfish, perhaps her husband can't see it, but Manman can tell that the way that woman looks at her husband's eyes is not simple.