Yan Lang was going back to the yard to rest, so the others naturally left for the time being. Rong Qian was originally planning to leave with the eldest wife, but she didn't expect Yan Lang lowered her head and smiled and said something to the eldest wife.

The eldest lady raised her hand and patted him on the shoulder in anger, then waved her handkerchief angrily, "Okay, okay, I really have a wife and forgot my mother. Take me away, just don't scare me."

Rong Qian's heart was thrilled when she heard it. Yan Lang looked back at her, then turned around and talked to the eldest lady again. It should be the child's words that he acted coquettishly towards his mother, because the smile on the eldest lady's face could not be hidden, and it was obviously because she was coaxed to her again.

The eldest lady waved to Rong Qian, and then she turned around and left with her maid. Rong Qian stepped forward and wanted to follow her, Yan Lang turned around and looked at her and smiled.

I don’t know if it’s prejudice, but Rong Qian always feels that this person is smiling strangely at this time, not as gentle and alienated as when there were other people before.

"Miss Rong, can I call you Yarong?"

"Elegant Reflection is clearer, and the remaining sound is clearer." Elegant Reflection not only praises her beautiful appearance, but also has the meaning of beautiful jade, but also corresponds to her name. It can be seen how the elders who took the word Rong Qian valued and loved her.

This word was taken by the grandfather for Rong Qian. Now that he was suddenly read by a young man like Yan Lang, Rong Qian's ears couldn't help but feel hot. Thinking that this person was his fiancé, the other party was no longer going to leave when he came back this year, and the engagement between the two should have been fulfilled. Rong Qian held back her shyness and nodded, "Oh" and said.

Yan Lang didn't mind Rong Qian's overly restrained and shy reaction, but instead looked at the beautiful girl with blushing face and red ears.

Rong Qian was uncomfortable being seen by this man, and she endured it again and again. The man was still looking at her. Rong Qian bit her lower lip and looked back with a little shame and annoyance, but she bumped into a pair of peach blossom eyes with a gentle smile.

There is no such thing as a slutty and erratic as a disciple. Although he is so inappropriate, his eyes are very serious, as if he is looking at her because of this.

Rong Qian felt a little embarrassed and annoyed as if she had punched her into the pile of cotton, without any effort at all, and suddenly it dispersed like this.

After being stared back, Yan Lang finally didn't deliberately make people funny. He raised his hand sideways and signaled Rong Qian to go with him. "I haven't seen him for many years, Yarong is indeed becoming more and more famous. My grandfather is worthy of being a scholar who is well-read in poetry and books."

After the emperor disappeared, Rong Qian's grandfather regarded himself as a scholar who was a scholar. After all, the revolution was very powerful in those years. Even in Jiangnan, there were many people who were malicious about the old officials of the court.

Young people like the Rong family who are weak and have no talent are the most likely to be killed and become famous.

Rong Qian lowered her head, grabbed the handkerchief in her hand, and glanced at it several times from the corner of her eyes. She couldn't figure out whether this person was teasing her or praising her grandfather when she said this.

The old lady brought by Rong Qian, along with the maid, followed the servant who was serving Yan Lang, fell behind the two of them, and Yan Lang and Rong Qian walked in front.

Yan Lang didn't say much, and just said a few words occasionally, Rong Qian was even more speechless. Because he couldn't tell whether there was any other meaning in this person's words, Rong Qian didn't even dare to respond to "um".

"You, aren't you going to have a break?"

Rong Qian came to her senses and found that Yan Lang actually took her to Qingfeng Courtyard, which was the yard where Yan Lang lived since childhood.

Standing at the entrance of the yard, Rong Qian felt a little unwilling to go in.

Yan Lang laughed. This was the first time Rong Qian heard him laugh out loud. Her expression was gentle and slightly cunning. "Do you think I need a rest?"

Rong Qian looked up seriously and looked at Yan Lang seriously, shook her head in confusion.

This serious look made Yan Lang's eyes dim, "Say, Yarong hasn't called me yet, don't you know what to call me?"

Rong Qian didn't understand why this person suddenly turned the topic to this, but what the other party said was the fact. Rong Qian was embarrassed to squat and give a blessing and then shouted "Your Madam Yan", but Yan Lang had already continued to say to himself, "Why call me Brother Yan, just like when I was a child."

Rong Qian's face turned red now, and even the upper half of the neck exposed from the vertical collar of the jacket and skirt turned pink. She was not only ashamed, but also angry.

"Where did you call this when you were a child?!"

Rong Qian failed to take on the airs of a lady from a family and was so angry that she retorted in a low voice.

Yan Lang fucked his hands into his pocket, his smile slightly restrained, his gentle eyes narrowed slightly, and looked at Rong Qian with an unpredictable expression, "Did you forget? Grandma Yun taught you, I want to hear you call me, or are you actually unhappy to see me?"

Actually, I didn’t teach you, so at that time, Rong Qian called him Brother Yan.

But those memories always seem to be separated by a layer of yarn, not real.

Originally, Yan Lang didn't care much about this legendary fiancée, but on the cruise ship that came back, he had dreams for several nights. The dreams were filled with fragments, and even the people inside couldn't see clearly.

When I woke up and thought about it, I couldn't remember anything. I felt lost in my heart and felt more and more heavy, which made Yan Lang's breathing difficult.

Until he returned home, he looked up and saw this fiancée who looked particularly conservative in dress. However, Yan Lang felt a heartbeat that he finally broke free from the shackles and started to get up lightly again.

Yan Lang studied foreign biochemistry and was a very loyal materialist. He did not think that people had a future life. However, when he saw Rong Qian, Yan Lang began to doubt it instantly.

Perhaps as the Bible says, God created a woman with a man's rib, and Rong Qian was the one he left behind.

Rong Qian was uncomfortable being seen, and she looked at it again. Young Master Yan was back, and there were people coming and going in the yard. Now seeing Rong Qian and Yan Lang standing at the yard, as if saying something, the servants couldn't help but look at it at one glance.

Rong Qian was confused by Yan Lang's determined expression. At the beginning, she could firmly refute in her heart that her grandmother had never taught her to call her like this, but as time went by, Rong Qian began to doubt herself.

Did I really forget it?

"We'd better go in, there are too many people here."

Yan Lang looked at Rong Qian, sighed after a moment, lowered his eyes and said, "Okay, I understand."

After saying that, he raised his hand to lead the way, and still waited for Rong Qian to raise her foot and walked forward before he walked side by side with the other party.

Although he got what he wanted, Rong Qian couldn't help but think about what he knew over and over again the sentence "I understand".

Some things just can't stand thinking, and the more I think about it, the more I feel distorted, especially Rong Qian, who has been educated with "a good wife and a good mother", cares more and more the more I think about it, and finally even feels guilty and self-blame that she has done something wrong.

Rong Qian quietly glanced at Yan Lang, and the other party seemed to be in a low mood. Did she think she didn't want to see him? But it was too embarrassing to shout that way.

With such a tangle, Rong Qian and Yan Lang entered the yard, walked through the courtyard and went up the steps into the main room, "Yarong, you can wait for me here for a while."

Yan Lang saw that Rong Qian was confused, but he didn't take advantage of the situation to say anything. Instead, he corrected his attitude again. It seemed that nothing happened to the two of them on the way from the front yard to Qingfeng yard.

"Desheng, serve Miss Rong and serve some fresh snacks."

Desheng was a student boy who followed Yan Lang since childhood. However, when he was a teenager, Yan Lang went abroad to study, so Desheng stayed at Yan's house to help Yan Lang take care of Qingfengyuan.

Desheng was the one who went to the dock to pick up Yan Lang today. Now Desheng was happy because the young master was not going to leave. After listening to the young master's instructions, he naturally responded positively and quickly directed the maids and mothers in the yard to serve him well. Even the old man who came with Rong Qian was invited to the downtown room for tea.

The young master is not going to leave, and now he seems to have some meaning to Miss Rong. Maybe this year, Miss Rong will become the master of their Qingfengyuan. Now of course, we must coax the old woman who takes care of Miss Rong to talk more about Miss Rong’s preferences. In the future, these servants will be more satisfied with Grandma when they serve the young lady, right?

As for Miss Rong, except for a thirteen- and four-year-old maid whom the other party brought by her, there were still several maids and women waiting for use in the main room, which was no matter how thoughtful it was.

Although the young master came back and the servants of Qingfengyuan were not as leisurely as before, no one was looking forward to please the master and gaining more benefits, let alone with the young master, the servants of Qingfengyuan can get much more benefits during the New Year.

I won’t say much about how attentive the servants are. Yan Lang went to the living room of the east wing to get familiar with it. When he came out again, his hair was still half dry, and he was scattered casually on the temples behind his ears. His straight suit was also changed into a crescent robe, and he looked like a gentle scholar.

But what this scholar is holding is not the book of a sage, but the hollow dressing box with diamonds and gems used by women.

"I haven't prepared anything good for you this time. See if you like this or not."

Because he didn't take his fiancée seriously before, Yan Lang only prepared some ordinary foreign gifts, such as lipstick, perfume, pearl necklaces that women would like, etc.

But now seeing Rong Qian, Yan Lang was unwilling to be so perfunctory, so he freed up the mirror box that he originally wanted to give to his sister, and there were also some stuffed inside that Rong Qian might like.

Rong Qian was drinking tea, and her waist was sitting there next to the chair. Even when she was drinking tea, she only blew her head slightly, looking very dignified. At this time, she looked back and looked at Yan Lang's smile.

The pure expression inside was hoped that she would like the gift.

Rong Qian was stunned for a moment, then stood up, Yan Lang came over and placed the thing on the tea table where Rong Qian put the tea cup, sat down on the other chair, put Rong Qian down with a little force, and signaled Rong Qian to sit down.

The fingers he put away at once, and the force was very gentle. The eldest son of the Yan family in front of him seemed to be really different from the person who had said those frivolous words before.

Rong Qian began to wonder again if she had understood it wrongly.

The dressing box is a multi-layer angle mirror. Once it is opened, before it can be surprised by the lipstick necklace earrings bracelets and other objects inside, it is first attracted by the mercury mirror that automatically stands up once it is opened.

The mirror is divided into several layers and angles. It is decorated with this mirror box. People sit in front of you without the need for a maid to hold the mirror and look at the front and back. You can clearly see the hair and temples behind your head by tilting your head slightly.

Rong Qian was stunned by the exquisiteness of the mirror, and the maid's screams faintly sounded in the front room.

Yan Lang stared at Rong Qian and found that she still liked her very much. But she was surprised and curious than the joy of getting this gift. Her heart softened, and her smile became more gentle. She seemed to have a random look on her face and began to talk to Rong Qian about the angles of these mirrors and the reflection of light.

Sure enough, Rong Qian was attracted by the knowledge he said, and her eyes that were always hanging were completely raised and looked at him intently.

Yan Lang lowered his eyes and avoided it for a moment. He was stared at by the moist almond eyes. The heart in Yan Lang's chest seemed to be in a tendency to rebel.

The eyebrows and spring mountains are covered with autumn water, and the eyes are cut, just like this.

Found that the topic of interest to Rong Qian was slightly different from that of ordinary women, Yan Lang immediately adjusted the direction of the chat, spreading from light reflection to many examples in daily life, and from here he talked about the wonderful uses of concave and convex mirrors.

Of course, there are naturally no need for the thoughts that are occasionally inserted, which makes Rong Qian look admiring to Yan Lang from time to time.

It is not appropriate to just talk about these things. In order to narrow each other's distance, Yan Lang and Rong Qian mostly said things from each other over the years.

However, because Rong Qian's life was really boring, it basically became Yan Lang's words in the end, and Rong Qian listened.

"Can women abroad wear pants to go out on the street?"

"Of course, their horseback riding outfits look very good. If you like it in the future, you can also let the tailor of the dress shop make a set."

Rong Qian pursed her lips and lowered her eyes and drank a sip of tea, but did not answer.

Yan Lang's expression was as usual, as if this was just a casual statement, and he turned to some interesting things in the school naturally. Gradually, Rong Qian became fascinated again.

Rong Qian also went to school, but she studied the old-style women's school, and mostly taught some women's rings such as the Three Obediences and Four Virtues. At home, Rong Qian also learned piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, and female red housekeepers. The former was to please her future husband, while the latter was to better prepare the back house for her husband.

Even though Rong Qian secretly went to the bookstore to read some advanced newspapers and magazines, it was the first time that he had heard people talk about these things. It felt so far away, as if it was another world.

Before I knew it, the chat was finally in the evening. The maid from the eldest wife in the front yard ran to pass the message, saying that the eldest and second masters were back and that the dinner was ready.

"I was negligent. It was me who accompanied Yarong to meet the elders in the family."

Yan Lang stood up and raised his hand to lead the way, and suddenly said something like this.

In the past, Rong Qian had seen the two parents of the Yan family, but now that Yan Lang is serious about this, it is like a new wife being accompanied by her husband to meet her elders.

Rong Qian tilted her head to look at him, and Yan Lang smiled gently, as if there was nothing else in his words.

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