Chapter 137

Ancient towns in the south of the Yangtze river always give people a fresh and refined feeling. When you look at them from the green willows in Fushu, the river under the rising sun is shining with golden light. When a new boat sails over the river, the white sails are rippling with water, just like the floating clouds of silver PU.

There are not many ancient towns with such pure preservation in China. Whenever you come here, you can always feel that you are far away from the hustle and bustle of the world, and a rare tranquility flows in your chest. Listening attentively, there are soft sounds floating around, oars splashing, cicadas chirping on willows, and naked children playing by the water.

"Why, is there a feeling closer to hometown and more timid?"

Holding the delicate body in his arms, Xu Shaotang showed a smile on his face. After getting off the plane, Lin Shuying insisted on taking the waterway. She said that she had not been boating on the river for many years. The river often appeared in her dreams. She wanted to go boating on the river.

Near the door, she was nervous again. Her little hands were cold and her delicate body was shaking. There was expectation in her eyes and a trace of timidity.

In this small town, no one knows them. They can cuddle up like lovers and don't have to worry about other people's eyes.

Miao Miao squats on the bow of the boat and looks at this strange place curiously. The boatman teases the little girl, and a little splash can make her giggle for a long time.

"Do you think my parents recognize me?" Lin Shuying looked at the pavilion near the water in the distance, and the color of worry in his eyes was even more intense.

Her home also has such a pavilion near the water, with sparse curtains hanging down in front of the window, and several autumn willows caressing several clean white stones in front of the door. From a distance, it looks like a mother leaning on the building to look at.

Xu Shaotang gently rubbed her hand and comforted: "don't worry, they will remember you. No parents will forget their children. They just couldn't figure it out for a moment. Now it has been so many years. What else can't let go?"

Lin Shuying nodded gently. She was very glad that her lover came back with her. If he was alone, she might have been in a mess.

"Miaomiao, come to Dad!" Xu Shaotang called to Miao Miao.

The little girl jumped into the cabin, put her arms around Xu Shaotang's neck and lay on Xu Shaotang's body.

Xu Shaotang stroked the girl's head and said, "when you get home, you should remember to call grandma and grandfather."

"Well!" The girl heavily ordered a head, although in her impression, never these two appellations, but since it is Dad's request, that must obediently call.

Most of the boats on the river are tourists. Looking at the family sitting in the cabin, they all cast envious eyes.

A painting boat passed slowly. The woman in the painting boat was dressed in a green ancient costume and stood at the bow of the boat singing.

"Young people in the end of the world, add a time, less time; near dusk, the number of crows, open a window screen, cover a window screen. Rain silk, wind Jian Jian, gather a pile of falling flowers, scattered a pile of falling flowers; boring, sad helpless, sing a pipa, dial a pipa. I have no place to put myself in. I'll call an enemy and scold an enemy. "

It was originally a song of complaint from a spring boudoir. Now, Lin Shuying heard it, but it had a different taste. The woman who closed the window and played the lute became her mother waiting for the wanderer to return home.

Xu Shaotang holds the two beauties in his arms and looks at the slowly retrogressive riverbank. His heart is very quiet.

When the delicate body in his arms could not shake, he knew that he had arrived.

When the boatman stops the boat, Xu Shaotang passes over a few hundred yuan bills. He never has any idea about money. The extra money is regarded as a tip.

Lin Shuying, dressed in an exquisite long skirt, walks in front. Xu Shaotang holds Miao Miao in his hand. From the moment he steps on the shore, Lin Shuying no longer allows him to hold her soft hand.

Lin Shuying drags a box and stops beside a two-story Pavilion near the water. Looking at the two weeping willows in front of the door, she unconsciously blurs her tears.

"Dad, why did mom cry?" Miao Miao does not understand homesickness, but looking at the tears in Lin Shuying's eyes, he is also sad.

Xu Shaotang shaved her nose and said gently, "it's OK, mom is happy."

After staying in front of the door for a full minute, Lin Shuying finally summoned up the courage to step forward. A few meters ahead, there is the main door. Through the old wall, the air is full of the fragrance of Sophora japonica.

The woman who watered the flowers in the courtyard raised her head doubtfully when she heard the slight footsteps.

"Bang dang..."

The kettle in her hand fell on the ground. Even if her shoes were wet by the splashing water, she still didn't feel anything. She just looked at the figure that suddenly appeared in the courtyard.

"Ma!"

A cry, Lin Shuying dropped the box, has been stumbling toward the woman running away.

The woman stood there in a daze, tears in her eyes like the river breaking the dike, and a "Ma" seemed to wake her up from a dream.

"Shuying, my daughter! You came back, you came back to see mom and Dad, I thought you would never want us again! " The woman trembled and ran to Lin Shuying, shouting at the room: "old man, daughter is back, daughter is back..."Two people hold together to cry, their cry infected Miao Miao, little girl also inexplicably followed to cry.

Looking at her mother's white hair on her temples, the tears in Lin Shuying's eyes trickle down on her mother's shoulder. After five years' absence, her mother has become a lot older. She has changed from a woman with lingering charm to an old man with disaster.

"Tell her to get out of here. I don't have a daughter!" A roar awakened the weeping mother and daughter.

An old man with a crutch was standing in front of the house. His face was livid, his long beard was trembling, and his anger seemed to set the mother and daughter on fire.

Releasing his mother in his arms, Lin Shuying looks at his angry father and walks forward slowly. His mother is old, but his father is much older. People in their early sixties seem to be an old man with silver hair and muddy eyes under the thick lenses

"Dad! My daughter is unfilial

Lin Shuying knelt down in front of her father and fell on the ground. She couldn't help trembling. Tears in her eyes fell on the bluestone board like broken beads.

Lin Yunong's eyes turned red. He held the crutch in his hand. If it wasn't for the crutch, he might not have been able to stand now.

He took a look at his daughter and looked at Xu Shaotang, who was standing at the door with Miao Miao in his arms. His anger could not be repressed any more. He rushed to him with his crutch and cursed: "Yang Rui, you bloody bastard, how dare you come to my Lin family!"

Xu Shaotang almost spits out black blood. As his uncle, he takes himself as Yang Rui