Half of the wine in the shaking glass was spilled. The old man's eyes reddened, and a muddy old tear fell into the wine glass. The old man mixed the wine with tears and became bored.
"Good! Good!" Song Daozhen clenched the wine glass with one hand and patted his thigh fiercely, unable to say the second word.
This time it was not a taste, and he became Liu Yao sitting on the sidelines. The forty-year-old elders looked at the freshly baked baby son faintly. The eldest son hadn’t changed his name to his father, so he recognized his grandfather first.
But Song Daozhen and Tao Mu's relationship, they also know. So even if I was jealous, I couldn't tell. In addition, both Liu Yao and his wife also knew about Song Daozhen's past, and it was inevitable that the old man was holding back tears at this moment.
It is not easy to be alone for so many years.
Liu Yaomeng sighed once, and saw Tao Mu poured another two glasses of wine and knelt down in front of them. Before he could speak, Tao Mu's face flushed. Even after a few days of mental preparation, this kind of change was quite embarrassing.
Tao Mu took a deep breath and shouted, "Dad, drink."
Liu Yao froze immediately and shivered. It was Meng Qi who reacted first and took the glass of wine that Tao Mu poured Liu Yao first, drank it contentedly, and responded loudly, "Hey, good son."
With that said, he took out the transcript fee that he had prepared for a long time from his pocket--Meng Qi thought at the time that if Tao Mu changed his tune, it would be the transcript fee. If you are embarrassed to change your mouth, it is a red envelope. There must be such a meaning anyway. Do you recognize your son? For such a festive event, you must have a red envelope.
Liu Yao didn't react until Meng Qi cleaned up the liquor. Aggrievedly glanced at Meng Qi-Meng Qi looked back with a smile. Mo mo suddenly stopped talking.
alright. I am the head of the household on the household registration book, and you are the head of our family. It makes sense to toast you first.
Liu Yao calmed himself down, stretched out his hand to take the wine glass Tao Mu handed him and drank it, and then gave Tao Mu a red envelope to change his lipstick as usual.
When everyone saw it, they slapped their hands full of ritual. Dean Tao looked at the happy family of three, and joked with Song Daozhen, who was holding his tears and brewing emotions: "You see how suitable you are. Earlier, if you adopted Xiaomu, you could only adopt one son. Now how good it is, even your son and grandson. There are three generations of ancestors and grandchildren. I look forward to the four generations living together."
Liu Yao, who has just drunk a change of sip, has not had time to rejoice that he has become a father: "..."
Meng Qi, who likes to be a father, too: "..."
Only Tao Mu had a guilty conscience and moved his nose and lowered his head.
Three generations of grandparents or something, it should be no problem. But it’s hard to say that four generations live in the same house—
After all, people will cut off their children and grandchildren in this life_(:3)∠)_
Chapter 62:
The meal was eaten until more than nine o'clock in the evening, and everyone was drunk. Especially Song Daozhen-Tao Mu has known the old man for so many years, and has never seen him drink more than two or two. I was drunk as drunk today. When everyone was helped to lie down in the front room, my mouth was still muttering something. Tao Mu was in a daze when he heard the old man say "Little Wen'er".
Dean Tao took off his clothes and shoes for the old man Song, helped him to lie on his side, and added warm water to the old man to wipe his face and hands. After everything was packed, he took the dirty clothes that Old Man Song had taken off, and dragged Tao Mu out of the hall.
The moonlight is like water, and the breeze is refreshing. Moonlight poured down from the old locust tree with shadows, like a thin layer of gauze, covering the quiet courtyard. The people who were already drunk went to the wing and lay down to sleep.
Dean Tao put the clothes that Mr. Song had taken off into a enamel washbasin that had fallen out of paint, and put it under the faucet. As he washed, he said: "The little Wen'er that Old Man Song talked about was his son who died early. His name was Song Yunwen. He never talked about the previous things. Today is drunk, let's be in love with the scene."
Tao Mu felt soft, and couldn't help asking: "Then the old man hasn't thought about building a new home for so many years?"
Dean Tao was silent for a while, followed by the movement of his hands. After a long time, he said lightly, "No. It's probably because of previous incidents.
Is too deep. He always talked about it, saying that the fortune-teller said that he was a lone star, and that he would kill his wife and child. If he married a wife and had children, he would harm others and himself. "
"Can a fortune teller take it seriously?" Tao Mu resurrected his life, most disbelieving. Hearing these words, I disapproved: "The life is my own, I don't believe in fate. From now on I will be the grandson of the old man, and I will accompany him for the rest of my life, and give him the end of his life."
After a pause, Tao Mu said to Dean Tao again: "Dean, you are my grandmother in my heart. I will also support you in the future."
Tao Mu said this from the bottom of his heart. But he didn't expect Dean Tao to suddenly become angry, glared at him, and whispered, "What nonsense!"
Tao Mu was taken aback, watching Dean Tao holding the enamel washbasin and walking under the grape rack to dry clothes. The filter-like moonlight shone on half of her face, and the outline of Dean Tao was extinguished in the moonlight, and there was a mixture of sadness and joy.
Tao Mu scratched his hair stupidly, and his brain, which had always been running fast, became more and more sluggish under the erosion of alcohol. Still didn't want to understand why Dean Tao lost his temper at him.
Tao Mu, who couldn't understand it, entered the West Penthouse by himself—the Song's courtyard was the old-fashioned Sanjin Mansion. At the front is the seat retreat, which was changed by Song Daozhen to open the Songji restaurant. Further inside is the main courtyard. Old man Song lives in the main room by himself, and the side rooms on both sides are locked with big brass locks, and no one is allowed in at ordinary times. Behind it is the back cover room, which used to be occupied by two people in the restaurant. Later, the two guys got married and started a business, and both moved out. Old man Song used the back cover room as a warehouse utility room.
In the empty courtyard, Tao Mu has his own room, the West Penthouse. The interior has been refurbished according to Tao Mu's preferences. Air-conditioning, TV, and computers are all available. Even the thickness of the bed is Tao Mu's favorite. The quilt is tanned every day, and it smells of the sun. Tao Mu felt drowsy as soon as he went up, and fell asleep after a while.
Then he was dazed, dreaming of what happened when he was a child—
When Tao Mu was five years old, he broke into Song Ji's back kitchen, held the old man Song's leg and raised his head to call Grandpa. He looks good, has a sweet mouth, and is a small man. He begged Old Man Song with a milky voice to let him do some miscellaneous meals in Songji. He said that the rice in the orphanage is not delicious. Song Ji’s rice smells fragrant across the street: "Grandpa, you cook so fragrantly, you must have the ability. I want to learn from you, and I will work for you. I don’t want to Money, you can just give me a bite of food."
What can a five-year-old kid do? Song old man xi_ng loves loneliness, usually the most impatient yelling of bear children in the alley. But Tao Mu was a small ball, soft and white. When he held Old Man Song's thigh, Old Man Song could clearly feel that the child's body temperature was higher than that of the adult. He looked down at Tao Mu, Tao Muwu's slick eyes were full of him.
Old man Song felt relieved all at once. He thought of his son. When he was sent down, his wife couldn't bear hardship, and left the old man and the child to remarry. His son has been wandering the streets since he was a child. He is hungry and full every day, perhaps just like Tao Mu. If someone was willing to stretch out his hand to control his son at that time, maybe his son would not learn badly, and he would not be shot during the crackdown.
Tao Mu stayed in Song Ji like this. He is too young to do heavy work. Just in the back kitchen to help wash the dishes and vegetables. The old man Song taught Tao Mu to cook in his free time, from peeling potatoes and cutting potato shreds to carving and thickening the chef. Tao Mu learned from Old Man Song for seven or eight years. In the winter training three nines and summer training, there are layers of calluses on the hands, and there are scars on the fingers, and I have never screamed or screamed tired.
So Old Man Song regarded Tao Mu as a closed disciple. When the old man Song learned to cook, he emphasized that he was a teacher for a day and a father for life. The master recognizes the apprentice, not only to teach the apprentice craftsmanship, but also