Yao Huan hesitated for a moment and decided to open the door. Her aunt and Meituan were not there. She, the eldest lady of the Yao family, was a fake, but she was not a solution to keep her door closed. No matter whether it was the vicious stepmother she sold her, or other uninvited guests, she had to face it.

The door creaked and opened.

But outside the door was a man in his forties, wearing a black gauze crown, a round-necked shirt, a sky-blue material, an indigo collar and belt, with a long, slender eyes and a few goat beards. From facial features to wear, he looked like a textbook-style scholar of the Song Dynasty.

"Sister Huan, you are getting better, can you get up and open the door?" The man stared at Yao Huan's wounded face and said.

Yao Huan held the door frame with his hand, and heard him calling him "Sister Huan" directly. He looked at him openly, as if the elders were looking at the younger generation, and he couldn't help but feel moved. This person wouldn't be...

Sure enough, the man said with a pleasing and earnest look: "Fu Zhizai? Uncle brought some lamb. Your aunt is a habit among the southerners. She wants to drink mutton soup when it comes to summer. Yesterday evening, I heard about you... It just so happens that mutton nourishes the skin and mutton soup nourishes the muscles and bones."

Haha, the person who came is really my uncle!

Yao Huan held back his gossip enthusiasm that suddenly arose, bowed his body, performed a random guessing ceremony for the ancients, and lowered his eyes and said, "Auntie, I've gone to the restaurant, and Meituan is not here either."

The man was stunned and sighed as if he was resentful: "Why is she doing this? She has no time to spare. I thought she would take care of you at home today..."

Yao Huan listened to Luo and heard the sound, and realized the man's disappointment. He was thinking about how to talk, but he was wondering whether to invite him into the house to wait, but the man said, "Sister Huan, please wait a moment", and turned around and walked to the next door.

After a moment, my uncle appeared again, followed by an old lady with a kind face, and the mutton was already in the hands of the old lady.

"I'm sorry, Grandma Wang took the mutton to Fu Zhi's kitchen and cleaned it up. My niece was injured and her hands and feet were not cheap." Uncle said politely.

Yao Huan knew it. This was in ancient times, when a girl was still away from her father, and a niece of seventeen or eighteen years old was at home alone. How could a divorced uncle come in and stay casually?

A distant relative is worse than a close neighbor. It is obviously not the first time that Grandma Wang has served as an uncle. The words "The old aunt in our community are the most enthusiastic" appear on her forehead. She lifted the mutton that was still seeping blood, happily, and entered the sunken house with familiarity and went to the stove behind the hall.

My uncle paused, took out a piece of paper from his arms and said, "Sister Huan, this is the word I have been thinking about for half a month and I have filled in for your aunt. Please give it to her."

Yao Huan was about to pick it up, but his uncle had already opened the words and started to recite it in his throat.

"There is a red door in the courtyard. The inner makeup is clear, and it is clearly seen in the mirror. The eyebrows are half deep and the lips are shallow. The cloud crown is suitable for the face. It is covered with lotus and smoked musk. The curtain shadow is deep, and only two flying swallows are flying. The thoughts are still scrupulous. I force myself to look for needles and threads under the window."

To Yao Huan, a time traveler who can see everything fresh and interesting, the rhythm of the Song people's lyrics is particularly pleasant. In addition, his uncle's voice is good and his appearance and temperament are also considered the first echelon among middle-aged men. Therefore, the scene of his work being read aloud was quite ritual like a proposal.

After reading it once, my uncle was still not satisfied. He pointed to the paper and said to Yao Huan: "Sister Huan, look, the red door of the courtyard is opened, does it look like a wonderful painting hand, and draw the appearance of this house? Looking at this sentence again, the curtain shadow is heavy, only two flying swallows, um, uncle remembers that there is a swallow nest under the corridor in the courtyard. I wonder if the pair of swallows this year have held a few more milk swallows. By the way, my uncle thinks the last sentence is the best, so I force myself to look for needles and threads under the window. Oh, I feel sad, so sad..."

Between my uncle's eyebrows, I was proud of two parts, I was lonely for five parts, and I was even more sad for seven or eight parts.

Grandma Wang had already walked out easily at this time. When she heard her uncle's self-evaluation of the work, she sighed slightly and said to Yao Huan: "Huanniang, you are here now, and you just want to persuade your aunt, why bother to rub your uncle like this? The lyrics he wrote for your aunt, I, this old woman who only knows how to moisten her (the clay doll of the Northern Song Dynasty) on weekdays, can recite it. What kind of life is naturally infatuated, I wish I could not be related to the wind and the moon, what kind of tenderness is like water, the good time is like a dream, I can bear to look at the road back from the magpie bridge..."

Grandma Wang said something in one breath, but Yao Huan was surprised when she heard it and blurted out: "Isn't this written by Ouyang Xiu and Qin Guan?"

As soon as she said that, she regretted it.

Actually, I have no love for Song Ci, and I am just a spectator now and have no resistance to eating dog food. How could I slap my uncle in the face without having an emotional intelligence online?

It’s purely because the sentences written by Grandma Wang are so famous. Can you know them in later generations? Uncle, if you write love letters, you can’t copy some sentences from unpopular poets.

Unexpectedly, my uncle was not embarrassed and said calmly: "Well, how can the lyrics written by my uncle be read by me? I have to be worthy of Uncle Ouyang Yong and Master Qin."

"Then the red door of this small courtyard is opened..."

"It was also written by someone else, but it was a new word. My uncle thought it was good, so he brought it."

There is also such an operation? Yao Huan was speechless and found it very funny. What his uncle said had a frankness that was as indifferent as indifferent as if he was irrefutable.

What's wrong with me plagiarizing? I plagiarize for love, it's natural!

Grandma Wang on the side looked even more indifferent: "Hey, no matter which official wrote it, your uncle's affection is not fake. Huanniang, for your sacrificial husband, you would rather hit the head on the bank of the Bian River, and you should understand the relationship between men and women the best. How difficult is your aunt treating you as your own daughter, and you should also talk about it for your uncle and aunt, but this is the reason?"

Yao Huan was swollen and even though he couldn't beat the head like garlic, he tactfully kept saying "hmm" several times, and solemnly took the words handed to his uncle.

"There are a lot of things in the Imperial College. My uncle is gone. Sister Huan, you are well born. Don't forget to eat mutton. Grandma Wang, thank you for your hard work today."

Yao Huan smiled politely without losing his embarrassment, while Grandma Wang said in a stack of voices: "What does official Cai say? Official Cai walks slowly, often come, often come."

Oh, it turns out that my uncle's surname is Cai, and he works as a civil servant in the Imperial Academy? Yao Huan silently wrote down this information.

After his uncle walked away, Yao Huan was about to sing a greeting with Grandma Wang and returned to the yard, but Grandma Wang suddenly had her eyes lit up and shouted to the wall: "Mimi, Mimi..."

With her call, the good guy rushed over four or five cats, their tails were raised high, and meowed one after another, including those who were particularly coquettish, and they squinted their eyes, turned their necks, and turned their furry head to rub against Grandma Wang's skirt.
Chapter completed!