"Tanlang, you are a person who does great things and your ability is far superior to ordinary people. Apart from eating, drinking, and sleeping well, you can't give you useful advice. If you can see you get married and have children with your own eyes, there will be no regrets. However, for Ah Qing, you are still worried. If you have any worries, it will often be difficult to eat."

Ouyang Rong asked seriously: "What's the matter?"

Mother Liu touched her little daughter's anxious red face and said with a smile:

"I thought Ah Qing could find a good marriage, live a down-to-earth life, and not seek a future. As long as she didn't cause trouble, she would be fine. In addition, she would be fine for the rest of her life.

"Can you ask A Qing to marry me? You can be her brother and make decisions for her? It's okay to find her in Longcheng or take her to Luoyang, it's all up to you."

On the side, the beautiful and beautiful girl blushed:

"My mother, I...I...I don't want to get married. My daughter just wants to be with you and brother, so she won't get married...ah."

Halfway through Ah Qing's words, she suddenly knocked a chestnut by Liu's mother. She covered her forehead and looked at Yan's mother with grievance and tears.

The girl didn't dare to look at "Brother" Ouyang Rong. She looked at Liu's mother's tears, and she looked very begging, hoping that her mother could change her mind.

Liu's mother didn't look at her, but just looked at the young man in Confucian clothes with expectations.

Ouyang Rong's face became more and more ashamed.

Liu's mother and Yunniang were a little puzzled.

Ouyang Rong glanced at the wooden door that was tightly covered and whispered:

"My grandma, this time I came back, in addition to visiting you, I also have to find someone. Ah Mei couldn't make arrangements for a while."

Yunniang shook her head first:

"It's okay, it's okay, there's no hurry. Grandma and I just want to ask Tan Lang first. There's no hurry. For a while, Tan Lang can go first if you have something to do. However, Grandma and I discussed with me and asked A Qing to follow Tan Lang. I heard that Miss Ye and Miss Xie are not in Xunyang, so A Qing can take care of Tan Lang's daily life."

When Ah Qing heard Ouyang Rong's words, he breathed a sigh of relief, but at this moment, when he heard the words behind his sister-in-law, for some reason, his little head was buried again.

Ouyang Rong pondered, his eyes as if he was thinking about something. Just as he was about to speak, Liu's mother suddenly asked:

"The person Tanlang is looking for is a woman, right?"

Ouyang Rong fell silent.

Ah Qing immediately looked up and looked straight at him with Yun Niang.

Under the gaze of Liu's mother and others, Ouyang Rong said softly:

"She is called Xiu Niang, I promise to take her to Luoyang."

Liu's mother and Yunniang looked at each other, not preparing to ask more questions, but A Qing suddenly said:

"Brother likes her?"

Ouyang Rong was serious: "I am already a family, just like you."

Ah Qing lowered her eyes and said to herself, "It's different. Look at her brother's eyes. She is more special and is very important to her brother."

Ouyang Rong took a deep breath and focused his head.

Ah Qing suddenly looked up and smiled:

"Finish her, brother! Stop letting her leave, the family must be together. I... I'll go with you, okay? This embroiderer's sister is also A Qing's family."

Ouyang Rong looked at her seriously:

"A Qing, are you really willing to go with me?"

Ah Qing is determined:

"willing!"

Ouyang Rong nodded slowly, staring straight at him: "Okay, wait for another two days..."

A hoarse voice suddenly came from beside him, interrupting his words.

"Don't wait."

Ouyang Rong turned around and looked at it was Liu's mother.

The gray-haired old woman smiled:

"Dan Lang, don't wait. Let's go find her now. I haven't read a few books, but after living for so many years, I understand some truths. People are lazy the more they wait. Do what you think of, especially the little girl you like. Hurry up and find her. Hold her tightly with her. Don't say that the future is long, and you have to go day and night! Don't waste your time. Waiting in place is the matter of old age, not what you young people should do!"

Ouyang Rong was slightly moved and stared at the old woman who was talking earnestly:

"But I've been with you overnight..."

Liu's mother waved her hand hard, her hoarse and old voice was surprisingly powerful, echoing in Ouyang Rong and the two girls' ears:

"No, a night has been long. The person who should be with you the most is not you, and the person who should be with Tan Lang is not the old man. Tan Lang should not use the youngest time to accompany the old man.

"When he was young, he had been accompanied by others. He was the youngest back then. Even if he left early, he would have no regrets. Tanlang, what about you? What are you waiting for?

"Let the younger generation stay by the older generation, generation after generation, will that good time be wasted? You young people should go out and explore, find the ones in their hearts, do the things in their hearts, and don't always stay with the old people who are in a dull mood. It's enough to come back and have a meal... This is not a matter of filial piety or not.

"Ashan was like this at the beginning. He always stayed at home and stayed with Laos. It was Laos who drove him down the mountain and asked him to go to the city to do something young. If he met a little girl he liked, he would chase him... Later he met you, Tanlang, and follow you tightly."

When Liu's mother said this, she was a little choked and her eyes were red.

But he endured a certain kind of sadness and told Ah Qing, who was also in tears:

"The same is true for you, these words are also given to you."

Ah Qing made a "thump" sound and knelt in front of the old woman's knees, unable to help herself:

"My mother!"

Ouyang Rong slowly stood up and coaxed the old woman in front of him in the gentlest tone.

"My mother, I understand, let's go now."

The old woman wipes tears:

"Okay! Go, kid."

Ouyang Rong turned his head and said to Yunniang:

"Take the monk's robes sent from the temple in the evening with my bags."

He said to Ah Qing again:

"A Qing goes packing her luggage, I'll go with you, and I'll say something to you..."

Ah Qing immediately stood up and went to the room.

Yunniang was stunned when she heard this, stood up, grabbed the apron with a helpless hand:

"Do you leave now? Why don't you go down the mountain tomorrow?"

She looked outside with some concern:

"It's still raining outside, and it seems that I can't stop for a while. It's hard to walk on the mountain road in rainy days..."

Liu's mother looked at Yunniang.

The latter immediately closed his mouth and lowered his head to pick up Ouyang Rong's luggage.

Ouyang Rong went to Aqing's room, as if helping her pack up her things.

Only the old woman was left at the table, staring at the hot charcoal fire in a daze, not knowing what she was thinking.

Yunniang returned first, carrying a small bag and a laminated blue monk's robe.

The small bag is very light, and it seems that there is a scroll inside, without any other clothes... Yunniang is curious and looking at her side.

After about one stick of incense,

Ouyang Rong and Aqing returned to the main house one after another.

Ouyang Rong handed over the floral bag he carried back to A Qing.

When Liu's mother and Yunniang saw that Ah Qing was holding a bag, with a serious face, and looked straight at Ouyang Rong's back in front of her.

A small fist was hidden under the sleeve of her right skirt, clenched tightly.

Yunniang looked at the small bag of flowers and went up to ask, "Do you only have my sister-in-law's luggage? Where are the Confucian shirts that my sister sewed for Tanlang?"

Ah Qing didn't look at her and shook her head.

Yunniang and Liu's mother followed Ah Qing's gaze.

I found that Ouyang Rong had already walked to the table, turned his back to everyone, took out a scroll from his bag and spread it on the table.

"Longling——"

The young man in Confucian shirt pulled out the white hairpin on his hair with one hand and put it into the painting.

He took off the skirt knife, jade pendant, dragon and tiger elixir box and other objects from his waist and put them into the painting one by one.

Then, I began to take off my white-washed blue Confucian shirt, and put it into the painting.

Ouyang Rong's black hair was loose, he changed into a monk's robe, reached out to take out something from the scroll, and placed it on the table.

He stuffed the scroll back into his arms and turned around.

Ouyang Rong stroked the object on the table with one hand and asked Ah Qing with a calm expression:

"Where is the stuff?"
To be continued...