Chapter 437 Difficulty Like Going to the Sky (3)
The charcoal-fired brazier swayed with rich flames, and it did not appear to be slumped in the heavy snow, but instead became more and more vigorous.
At that time, Jiang Mingyu and Tang Jinchuan stood side by side, walking past in the gratified smiles of everyone.
And this old custom has also become warm because of inexplicable emotions.
seems to be a blessing, foreshadowing
All diseases are eliminated, all disasters are receded.
In the house, a row of servants stood respectfully at the door, many of whom were elderly from the Tang family, who were particularly excited after seeing Tang Jinchuan.
Almost instantly reddened his eyes, bowed in unison, and shouted loudly,
"Master, Madam, welcome home—"
Tang Jinchuan and Jiang Mingyu looked at each other with a smile. Under Jiang Mingyu's signal, Tang Jinchuan nodded, unable to hide his excitement, and said in a hoarse voice,
"Everyone, long time no see."
After , on the dining table
Butler Tang never thought that there would be such an opportunity in this life.
Seeing the young master's family sitting together in a round circle, accompanied by a few close friends, is really a complete life.
"This is the rice wine from my hometown. Although it is not expensive, I have kept it for many years.
I'm happy today, I'll go to Wenwen, and let's have a drink together. "
When I was young, Butler Tang conjured a pot of yellow rice wine whose label had faded out of nowhere.
As soon as you open the lid, you can smell the rich wine aroma.
Jiang Mingyu stood up with a smile, took the wine and said,
"I'll go, Uncle Tang, sit down and eat."
"This"
Butler Tang seemed to be a little embarrassed, but Tang Jinchuan, who was on the side, echoed and said,
"Sit down and let Mingyu go."
".Hey, it's fine."
He was probably also getting old. Seeing the two children fell in love with each other, Butler Tang's eyes turned red again.
After sitting down, he choked up a bit, lowered his head and wiped away tears.
When he looked up again, he saw Tang Jinchuan sitting alone, not moving his chopsticks.
It was only then that he remembered that his hand seemed inconvenient.
"Master, how about me,"
"Godfather, I'll help you, okay?"
But before Butler Tang could speak, Xu Yifan, who was sitting next to two positions like Tang Jinchuan, suddenly spoke up.
Tang Jinchuan gave him a deep look and nodded silently.
Xu Yifan stood up, walked to Jiang Mingyu's place and sat down.
Then he picked up the bowl in front of Tang Jinchuan and fed him soup.
The other side
Jiang Mingyu poured the rice wine into a small pot, cut the ginger, put the plum, and finally threw a few rose leaves into it.
When I cook, my heart is warm and there is also a touch of sadness.
About no one knows that this turmeric rice wine
was originally her father's favorite.
It's just that there is no chance for him to taste it now.
Since the memory was restored, many fragments have been re-entered into the brain along with it.
Jiang Mingyu realized that what she had forgotten was not only the cause of her parents' death, but also a lot of memories that were very important to her, which were buried deep by herself.
Maybe it was because he had experienced life and death, and had seen enough of the pain of the people around him, Jiang Mingyu knew that he would no longer have the courage to face it and left with his love.
She couldn't let go of Tang Jinchuan anymore.
Jiang Mingyu smiled and wiped away a handful of tears, then turned back with the rice wine.
But he didn't expect that what caught his eye was his lovely godson. He was feeding Tang Jinchuan soup.
At this moment, everyone looked at the father and son quietly.
seems to have never thought that a man who has always been strong and domineering would have such an accompanying side.
Tang Jinchuan did not seem to take his hand injury seriously, neither escaping nor angry.
He accepted it calmly, without any resistance.
But Jiang Mingyu knows it well, this is because in Tang Jinchuan's heart
has the determination that he must be healed!
But this road is as difficult as going to the sky.