Some compliments make me feel sweet in my heart but hateful in my mouth, such as when they praise my children.
Fang Yixing heard that his ancestor was very happy about Fang Yan, but he could not follow his ancestor's words and continue to praise his son. That would make people think that I am getting carried away and don't know what to do.
"That's because Dao Ling was wrong about Fang Yan. He was causing trouble outside, and I beg Dao Ling's gang to rescue him." Fang Yixing said modestly. "He really wanted to find time to invite Dao Ling to his house for a drink. He didn't expect him to go to Yanjing City in such a hurry. Dao Ling has been promoted, so he must celebrate it properly."
The ancestor waved his legs and said: "Stop it, stop it. He won't listen to those things. What's the use of talking to him, an old lady buried up to her neck in loess, about our young people's affairs? Knowing that we are all going tomorrow, there is Many families are begging to run away. If Yixing goes, Fang Yan will stay here to play long cards with him - that girl Xi'er is clumsy and clumsy, not even as good as that old woman of his."
Fang Yixing quickly got up from the ground and said, "That's okay. He will go to other houses to check. There will be many houses asking to run away tomorrow. Every house must go, otherwise it will be disrespectful."
He turned sideways and warned Fang Yan, saying: "Play cards well with your ancestors, and don't want to make your ancestors angry."
"Dad, he knows." Fang Yan said.
Ye Wenwen has been kneeling on the corner of the heated kang. She is wearing a red buttoned coat with gold lace decorations and a soft black cotton skirt. Her long hair is tied up and her face is rosy. She looks like No. Like a pretty little daughter-in-law.
Fang Yan heard Ye Fengsheng say that Ye Wenwen's mother loved needlework and would personally sew clothes for her children every Spring Festival. She would also arrange the New Year's clothes for the elderly and children of the Ye family.
The Fuwa suit that Ye Fengsheng was wearing was probably made by Ye Wenwen's mother. The style of the clothes was not bad, but there was too much fat on Ye Fengsheng's body, which made the clothes look a bit nondescript.
The classical-style clothing that Ye Wen was wearing was carefully made by her mother for her daughter. It had dense stitching, bright patterns, and the red and gold colors complemented each other. Red makes gold dazzling, and gold makes red noble.
Ye Wenwen looked quite pleasant and happy in that outfit, which concealed her cold and aloof temperament a lot.
Xi'er was scolded by his ancestor for being clumsy, so he deliberately pouted and said: "He is stupid, otherwise how could he be a maid for our ancestor? He is smart, so he went to learn kung fu with the lady."
The ancestor stretched out his legs and begged to pull Xi'er's mouth, and said: "My girl, she is not happy to say anything about me - let's see if he doesn't tear my mouth off."
Xi'er giggled and ran away, then asked Fang Yan, "I don't want to take off my shoes, so why don't I come here? Do I have to ask him to take off my shoes? He just serves the ancestors and the young lady -"
"No, no, no." Fang Yan knew that Xi'er had a sharp tongue and was loved by her ancestors. She had a high status in the Ye family, so he wanted her to help him take off his shoes. Besides, Fang Yan didn't have the habit of asking them to take off his shoes. Unless someone put a knife to his neck and forced him to take off his shoes. "He can just do it himself."
Fang Yan took off the cloth boots he was wearing, climbed onto the warm bed with bare feet, walked where Xi'er was walking just now, and said, "Let's start then? How do we play?"
"Calculate according to the game. The winner takes all, and the losers each lose one hundred." The ancestor said. "I didn't bring any money, did I?"
"Bring it." Fang Yan said with a smile. "Ancestor, I'm worried that he can't pay the bill?"
"He was afraid that I would run away if I lost." said the ancestor. "Other children wouldn't dare. I dare."
Fang Yan smiled shyly and said, "My ancestors were wrong about his misunderstanding. He never owes debts."
There was a small square table on the Kang, and the ancestors were walking inside. Fang Yan and Ye Wenwen walked around to the left and right and went to the wrong door.
Fang Yan shuffled the cards quickly, and then the card game began.
I don't know if Fang Yan is lucky or has good calculation, but he failed to win several games in a row.
Ancestor and Ye Wenwen kept sending him money, and the small drawer in front of him was soon filled with hundred-yuan bills.
Fang Yan's face was full of excitement, he changed to a more comfortable posture and said, "It seems that he wants to make a fortune tomorrow."
Snapped!
His calf was kicked under the table.
Fang Yan then realized that he had stretched his legs in front of Ye Wenwen and asked, "Why should I kick him?"
"Feet smell." Ye Wenrou said expressionlessly.
The ancestor laughed and said, "It smells a bit bad. He can smell it."
Fang Yan took his feet back in embarrassment and put them on his buttocks again. I wish I could change my lying position. That way, his feet can be hidden from Genji's.
Fang Yan won again.
Ye Wenrou and his ancestors paid again.
Snapped!
Fang Yan's knee was kicked again.
Fang Yan didn't stretch his legs randomly that time, otherwise Ye Wenrou would have stretched his feet across the bottom of the table and kicked him over.
Fang Yan felt extremely aggrieved. He looked at Ye Wenwen and said, "Why did I kick him again?"
"Feet stink." Ye Wenrou said.
"—"
The ancestor glanced at Ye Wenwen and said: "My child - even if Fang Yan's feet smell a little bit, I can't have them chopped off and placed at the door of Yan Pavilion - wait until he goes out and put them there ?”
Fang Yan laughed and said, "My ancestor is very humorous."
Played again, and the ancestor won.