The five hundred and fortieth chapters have their own difficulties
Young Master Liu was speechless for a moment when he heard his old man suddenly mention the past of more than twenty years ago.
Let yourself explain what's going on. How should you explain this?
Should I tell the old man myself that I did not actually write this poem by myself, but copied it myself... and borrowed the poems of a certain senior?
If he explained it this way, then the old man would probably have to ask himself again, since he is learning from others, who is this person?
In this case, how should I explain myself?
"Uh! Uh! Uh! It's just a random poem written after drinking. It's been so many years, what else is there to study?
Regardless of whether it is the Qinhuai River or the Jinghu River, the content of the poem only needs to match the scene and be full of artistic conception.
And you also said that this is a poem written by me when I was drunk. I was drunk, and more than 20 years have passed. How can I still remember it so clearly?
If you don’t mention it, old man, I will almost forget that I have written these poems.”
Liu Zhi'an listened to Young Master Liu's forcibly explained words, scratched his graying temples with his fingers, and stopped asking any more questions.
"That's right. Poems should be appropriate to the occasion and full of artistic conception."
"Hey, that's right."
"Let's not talk about this poem. Let's continue to talk about returning to our hometown in Jinling. I have already made up my mind about returning my mother and I to our hometown."
Young Master Liu frowned slightly, closed the jade fan in his hand, turned around and looked at the old man sitting on the stone bench.
"We can't discuss it anymore? The whole family is in the capital, but you and your mother insist on going back to your old house in Jinling. Why is this necessary?"
If you really miss the plants and trees of the old house in Jinling, the worst that can happen is that I will immediately order the officials from the Ministry of Works to dispatch skilled craftsmen to renovate the house to the specifications as soon as possible.
Not only will we give you an exact replica of our old house in Jinling, but we will at least remodel it to be more or less similar to it so that you and your mother can reminisce about your homesickness. Isn’t that okay?"
After Liu Mingzhi finished speaking, he looked at Liu Zhian expectantly. As long as the old man could be happy, this matter was just a piece of cake for him.
Liu Zhi'an suddenly stood up, stared at Young Master Liu angrily, and put the teacup in his hand on the table.
"Isn't this fucking nonsense? Wasn't what I just said clear enough?
People get homesick when they grow old, and fallen leaves return to their roots. This is the result I want.
You just remodeled your current mansion to look exactly like the old one in Jinling. What’s the use? What’s the point?
Is Beijing my hometown? Is Beijing my roots?
The ancestral grave of our Liu family is in Jinling, and the foundation of our Liu family is in Jinling. This is a fact that cannot be changed no matter what.
So what if the remodeled ones are similar? Not after all.
No, it should be said that my foundation is in Jinling. You bastard has already established your own business. The capital is the foundation for you.
You have your own foundation, but you can't stop me from returning to my own home.
Forget it, I, can I discuss it with you? I came to you just to inform you, not to discuss it with you.
Whether you agree or disagree has nothing to do with me.
I and your mother want to leave. Can you try to stop one of us? I can’t beat you to death with a stick, you little bastard.
No matter how strong your wings are, I am still your father."
Young Master Liu saw Liu Zhi'an cursing, and stretched out his hand to rub his face several times.
"Okay, okay, come back, come back if you want. You are my master's father, you can do whatever you want. I don't care about this young master, okay?
Now that you have made up your mind, I will no longer forcefully stop you. When do you plan to go back?
"Tomorrow, I have already agreed with your mother in the morning, asking her to pack up and leave early tomorrow morning."
How come it's so fast? I won't stop you from going back, but you have to stay at least for a while, right?"
Liu Zhi'an lowered his head and glanced at the unlit tobacco after installing it, took out the fire breaker, lit the tobacco, and silently puffed out a few puffs of smoke.
"Something happened in a few businesses, and I need to go back and deal with it myself.
All matters in the Liu family business cannot be separated from me, so I and your mother rushed back to Jiangnan.
This is a serious matter and cannot be delayed. The Liu family firm cannot live without me!
Liu Mingzhi looked at the helplessness on Liu Zhian's face and nodded with a complicated expression.
"Jingyao is expected to give birth a year or two ago. Originally, I was thinking of letting you live with your mother for a few more months. After Jingyao gives birth, she can meet her second great-grandson or great-granddaughter.
You guys rush back to Jinling.
However, since I have serious business at hand, I will not say anything more."
Liu Zhi'an raised his hand and patted Mr. Liu's shoulder gently: "The Liu family business can't live without me just like the world can't live without you. You have to be considerate of my difficulties.
No matter what position you are in, everyone has their own difficulties in life!
Even though you look relaxed and relaxed now, you will know later that your troubled days are still to come.
As for what it is, you know it in your heart, I won’t explain it clearly.”
When Liu Mingzhi heard the old man's last meaningful words, his face suddenly tightened with melancholy.
Although the old man didn't say it explicitly, he already understood what the old man was talking about.
The only thing that can embarrass him is the question of who will pass the throne to.
The palms and backs of the hands are full of flesh. It is really a dilemma to pass it on to whom and not to whom.
Liu Mingzhi discussed silently for a moment, and just as he was about to say something, chirping and laughter suddenly came from not far away from the pavilion.
Liu Mingzhi hurriedly suppressed the complicated emotions in his heart and raised his eyes to look at several paths in the garden.
I saw Qi Yun, Qi Ya, Hu Yan Yunyao, sisters Murong Shan, Gu Mo Rongrong...the sisters each carrying a tray, surrounded by their mothers, rushing toward the pavilion talking and laughing.
In front of them were the children under Young Master Liu's knees who were jumping and jumping, chasing each other and playing with each other.
"Grandpa, daddy."
"Grandpa, Dad."
"Greetings to grandpa, hello to daddy."
Liu Zhi'an looked at the grandchildren and granddaughters who were crowding towards him, and hurriedly knelt down on the steps and knocked out the unburnt shreds of tobacco in the pot.
"Hey, dear granddaughter, slow down, slow down, don't get bumped.
You brats too, please watch your steps and don't fall."
"Thank you grandpa for your concern."
"The daughters-in-law and sisters have met their father-in-law and their husbands."
"There are no etiquette. I don't have so many vulgar etiquette in my family."
Liu Mingzhi gathered his thoughts, nodded with a slight smile, and took the initiative to greet Mrs. Liu.
"You are all exempt from the gift."
"Thank you, husband."
"mother."
Mrs. Liu looked at the somewhat downcast look in her eldest son's eyes, then glanced at Liu Zhi'an, who was amusing himself with many grandchildren, and she already understood what was going on.
"Hey, it's rare to get together. Don't talk about some unhappy things. Let's sit in the pavilion."
"Well, my child listens to mother. Mother, please go first."
"You're too polite, let's go together."
"Yun'er, you sisters should also put the wine, dishes and cakes in your hands on the stone table."