The splendid years of a talented lady

Chapter 314 Father and Son Reunited (2)
According to An Huaiyuan's intention, Lu Qing took out the contract signed when buying this restaurant, Lu Qing helped Zhou Shu collect enough money and returned the money that An Jing invested in at that time, but the money was taken away by An Huaiyuan on the spot. He just lowered his head and dared not speak.

After going through these things together, at this time, I look at the woman who was once a celestial being in my eyes, her cheeks are swollen, her eyes are red from crying... how ugly it is!
Jing Jing was ordered to die by Master An and was locked up in her own small courtyard in Anfu, and she was not allowed to step out of the courtyard!

And Master An, who gave the order, was also dying of illness, and felt that he had to leave some words for his children.

"Go, please bring the third son back." An Huaiyuan, who had closed his eyes all day and did not speak much, suddenly spoke, which shocked the servants who had been standing in the outer room with their hands down.

"Third Young Master, please?" Wasn't the Third Young Master kicked out by the master himself?Now that he said he wanted to get it back, the servant felt that the old man had become confused and had forgotten all about the original matter?

"Where's Shouli? I don't need you, you let him come over!" An Huaiyuan frowned when he heard that the voice outside was not An Shouli, who had served him for many years.

"Yes." The servant who was temporarily called in to serve hurriedly ran out, and after a while, An Shouli's voice came from outside: "Master?"

"Well, go to Shanxia Village and invite the third son back. I have something important to say to him."

"Yes. The villain will do it right away." An Shouli left the house as soon as he heard the master's instructions, and arranged for a child who usually looks smart to go in, listen to the voices in the house, and wait on him, while he himself He drove the carriage to the mountain village in person.

He has been with the master for almost 20 years, and has become An Huaiyuan's hands and feet. No one in Anfu can understand the master's mind better than him.

But he is a servant, so even if he has seen through many things, he can only keep his mouth shut and just read but not say.

The master is really old, especially this time he was so angry by the young lady that he fell into an old illness, and has not slept well for five or six days.

An Shouli was very scared, very afraid that one day the master would pass away suddenly, and the An family would fall into the hands of the young lady again!
"Drive!" With a loud shout, he flicked the reins, signaling the horse to run faster, so he had to take the third young master back to the mansion.

As soon as Anfu's carriage arrived at Shanxia Village, it was surrounded by the villagers there. An Shouli got out of the carriage and asked about Anyi's residence with a smiley face, but was enthusiastically led to the school by everyone.

An Yi, who had just finished class, was washing his hands and face and preparing to eat under the service of a servant, when he saw An Shouli suddenly, the three of them were taken aback.

After being separated for a few months, now looking at the old people in Anfu, An Yi only feels strange.

"Third Young Master!" An Shouli hurried over to salute, then got up and whispered a few words into his ear, after hearing this, An Yi immediately handed the cloth towel in his hand to the boy, and hurried out.

"Hey..." The servant didn't dare to ask any more questions, he chased An Yi to the outside of the carriage, poked his head to look into the carriage: "Why are you going?"

An Yi hurriedly leaned into the boy's ear and said, "Speak to the boss in a moment, my father is seriously ill, and Shouli will call me back, and there is still half a day of class, or you can take the dolls to learn a few lessons." Let's just write...as long as my father is okay, I will come back no matter how late at night."

The boy really wanted to go back with him, but the dozen or so children in the school had to be taken care of, so he could only nod his head and said, "Don't talk back to the master..." He stretched out his hand and shook An Yi's palm. left the carriage.

Seeing the stately and elegant carriage of Anfu going further and further away, the boy's heart suddenly became agitated, and the villagers surrounding the carriage dispersed one after another. The boy pressed his right hand on his left chest and patted it a few times. Next: "It's okay, the master won't hit him... probably not..."

The third young master who had been away for several months suddenly reappeared in the mansion, and the news immediately spread among the servants.

A little girl who was waiting for the water to boil in the kitchen hurriedly ran back to the quiet courtyard to report the news, even forgetting to bring back the tea set.

"Damn girl, just like the young lady, she has no good intentions!" Seeing that there was no one in the room, the cook who was setting the fire in the room secretly opened the covered teacup and spat in it: "Let you Hit my wife!"

When An Yi entered An Huaiyuan's room, he was awake, seeing his son whom he hadn't seen for a long time, his lips were trembling and he couldn't speak.

"Father."

The thin old man in his eyes has sunken eyes and thin hair. He doesn't have the energy and energy he had when he was an official.

An Yi called his father and knelt down in front of the bed, his eyes were a little moist.

"Get up." An Huaiyuan said to An Shouli who followed in, "Go, watch outside the door, no one is allowed to come in!"

"Father, how are you feeling now? Did you invite that doctor to come over and take a pulse?" An Yi, who originally resented his father very much in his heart, let go of everything when he saw him who suddenly became old.

The old man has already become like this. As a son, he hasn't performed filial piety in front of his knees for a day, so what face does he have to hate!

"I came here in a hurry, and there is nothing to buy on the way. I bought this for you." An Yi turned around and pulled a chair over to sit facing An Huaiyuan, then took out an oiled paper bag from his arms, opened it, and bumped into him In front of him: "I bought this with the money I earned from teaching."

He said childishly, it seems that earning money in his twenties is something worth showing off.

Inside the paper bag were two pieces of sweet-scented osmanthus rice cakes that were cut into squares. The scent of sweet-scented osmanthus lingered in An Huaiyuan's nose as soon as he opened it. I can't help crying after eating!

"Okay, okay!" With trembling hands, he picked up a piece of rice cake and brought it to his mouth: "Father, eat..."

After eating the rice cake after it was cold, some crumbs would fall off. An Yi watched sadly as his father ate a piece of rice cake with difficulty, and after that, the quilt and beard were covered with crumbs. It was very sad. Embarrassed.

"I'll wipe it for you." He got up and wanted to get a cloth towel to tidy up his father, but An Huaiyuan held his hand: "Sit down, I have a few important words for you for my father."

(End of this chapter)