The Young Master of the Coal Miner

Chapter 5

"Look at how you two are crying..." Master He disliked his wife and children, and his eyes couldn't help turning red.

Seeing the masters standing in the courtyard with tears in their eyes, Mama Fu quickly reminded: "Young master is exhausted from the journey, why don't you go back to the room to wash up first, the hot water for bathing in the back kitchen has already been prepared."

"You are the most caring." Mrs. He wiped her tears and nodded to Mama Fu.

A group of people surrounded He Wenyan and went back to the room.

Hong Ling pushed open the door of He Wenyan's room, and waited sideways for the master to come in.

He Wenyan stepped over the threshold of the bedroom, only to feel that the furnishings in the room were exactly the same as in memory.

On the square table facing the gate sits a four-corner gilt-painted chime clock. This is the treasure that Mr. He bought from a foreign company in Suizhou. Different zodiac animals will appear conveniently, small and delicate.He Wenyan liked it very much when he was a child, so he begged his father for it.

On one side of the Duobao Pavilion are He Wenyan's various treasures from childhood to adulthood, from the Nuanyu he got by drawing lots at the first year, to the favorite ivory rattle at the age of three or four, the diabolo playing happily at the age of seven, and The music box that I like until my teens.

Some toys are not worth a lot of money, but they are all treasures that He Wenyan cherished when he was a child. Madam He put them all on the shelf, and let the servants clean and maintain them every once in a while.

He Wenyan unspooled the music box, and the hexagonal pavilion music box began to rotate slowly. The metal bird in the pavilion raised its head and twisted its body to the music, as if singing crisply against the sky.

After the song was played, the little bird lowered its head again and took a rest in the pavilion.

Everything is the same as before.

Seeing that the young master still likes the music box, Hongling said happily: "Madam knows that the young master liked this music box the most when he was a child, and every year he specially invites the master to clean up the dust and maintain it. She also sometimes comes to the young master's room to listen to it."

He Wenyan stroked the music box with one hand, and tears welled up in the corners of his eyes.

Mother must have missed him...

Seeing the young master's eyes filled with tears, Hong Ling knew that she had offended the master, she hurriedly dragged the master to the bed, and interrupted: "Young master, let's sit on the bed for a while. After a while, the servants will bring water .”

The bed in the bedroom is still the old-fashioned carved top bed from childhood, surrounded on three sides like a small house, painted bright red, and carved with auspicious patterns such as dragon and phoenix, and painted with gold paint, it looks resplendent.

The inside of the bed door is covered with a clean blue gauze curtain, which can be seen that the servants have just put it on.

He Wenyan lifted the bed curtain, and saw the soft silk quilt.

Mrs. He made it herself. She heard that the beds of foreigners are very soft. She was afraid that her son would not get used to the hard Chinese-style bed when he returned home, so she specially picked a few silk quilts from the cloth shop to put them on.

The servants outside the door brought hot water and filled the tub in the room, Hong Ling waved the servants away after testing the water temperature.

"Master, let me help you change your clothes." Hong Ling said through the bed curtain, which she was used to doing.

"No need, I'm used to coming by myself now, you go down first." He Wenyan was a little embarrassed, since he became Kun Ze, he became more and more unaccustomed to having his body seen.

Hong Ling felt a little regretful, but she still went out of the room sensibly and waited at the door.

He Wenyan got out of the bed tent and picked out the clothes he wanted to wear from the suitcase he brought back.The clothes in the wardrobe are already too small.

Hang the changed clothes on the screen, and there are all kinds of soap soaps on the side of the bathtub, and you can tell that you bought them from foreign companies.

After He Wenyan finished bathing and washing, the chiming clock had struck eighteen times, and a small metal snake circling around and spitting out a letter appeared on the chiming clock and made a circle, and it was already dinner time.

Housekeeper He ordered the kitchen to prepare dinner early, and the servants had already set up the table in the flower hall.

He Wenyan was wearing a white shirt, and his short hair was half-dried. When he arrived at the flower hall, he found that the dining table was full of people.

Both father and mother sat on the left side of the seats, and He Wenyan's grandfather, Mrs. He, sat on the main seat.

Don't look at Mrs. He who is already over half a hundred years old, but he is still full of vigor and energy. He usually spends a very leisurely life in his own medical center to see diseases and teach apprentices.

"grandfather!"

As soon as He Wenyan saw his grandfather, he walked quickly to him.

"Hey, grandpa's grandson." Mrs. He took He Wenyan's hand and looked at him carefully: "He has grown so big."

"Father, didn't you agree that Yan'er would study abroad? It's been five years since I went there." Master He couldn't help complaining.

At that time, He Wenyan was only eleven or twelve years old. He had studied Chinese medicine with Mrs. He for more than four years. He didn't know what kind of magic he had, so he decided to stay abroad to learn Western medicine from foreigners.Master He and Mrs. He naturally disagreed, let’s not talk about it, since He Wenyan is not familiar with the place overseas, and He Wenyan has split into Kunze again, so the parents are naturally worried.

I don't know what trick He Wenyan used, but Mrs. He, who has always loved his eldest grandson the most, was the first in his family to agree.

Don't look at the fact that Mrs. He has already delegated power to Mr. He, regardless of family affairs, but Mr. He still has to listen to his father after he has spoken.

Now, although his son has returned home, Mr. He still can't hold back the complaints in his heart.

Listening to her husband's straightforward complaints, Mrs. He pursed her lips and remained silent. Although she was full of complaints like her husband, she was a daughter-in-law after all, so it was not easy to blame her father-in-law.

Mrs. He didn't take his son's complaints to heart, he drank a sip of tea and said slowly to Mrs. He: "Back then, you were only 12 years old, and you didn't go to school after several years of private school. I asked you to follow me." I'm studying medicine, but you said you don't want to study medicine. You just want to be an inferior businessman, did I stop you?"

Seeing that Mrs. He turned over old accounts, Mrs. He immediately replied confidently: "Father, how could I create such a big business when I didn't do business?"

"Hey, your father and I paid for the capital of your business. Your father and I can only support your son to go out to do business, but can't support your grandson to study abroad?"

For a while, Master He was speechless by his father, so he could only save the country: "Ke Yaner is a Kunze after all..."

As soon as Mr. He mentioned this matter, Mrs. He exploded: "What's wrong with my grandson being Kunze? They are all men. My grandson is not as good as a brat like you?"

After all, Mrs. He glared at his son.

"Father, look at what you said, son doesn't mean that..." Master He was at a loss for words.

He Wenyan saw that the scene at the dinner table was chaotic for a while, and immediately interrupted: "Father, why has it been so long, why hasn't Wen Yang come back?"

Mrs. He's attention was immediately attracted by his second grandson, who hadn't been there for a long time.

Mrs. He also said: "The school Wen Yang went to ended an hour ago, why haven't you come home now? Chief housekeeper."

"Ma'am." The housekeeper He Da who was waiting on the side immediately bowed and said: "The second young master is picked up by the noble son to and from school. This noble son has not come back yet."

"Wen Yang, that stinky brat, probably went out again and went crazy." Mrs. He was furious, "His elder brother is coming home today, but he is as far away from home as his father."

Master He was also shot while lying down, and said angrily, "Housekeeper, quickly find some servants to bring that bastard back."

"Eh."

As soon as Steward He's words fell, a servant's voice came from outside: "Second young master is back!"

He Wenyang, who is only eight years old, is as skinny as a monkey. He climbs trees to dig out bird nests at home, and bullies his classmates in school, causing headaches for Mr. He and Mrs. He.

But he beat him and scolded him, but this child was like a reincarnated grandson monkey, stubborn and stubborn.

"Father, mother. I'm back!"

The man hadn't entered the room yet, but his voice was roaring loudly.

The boy who belonged to the monkey came in quickly, with a small leather bag on his body.

"Where did you go wild?" Mrs. He snorted her youngest son.

"No..." He Wenyang faltered.

Mrs. He waved her hand and called her younger son to come to her. Seeing that his face was dusty and still covered with mud, she wiped him off with a silk cloth: "Where did you go to climb trees and dig out bird nests again? Look This face is dirty."

"I didn't go dig out the bird's nest." He went up to the tree to dig out the bird's nest last time, and almost fell down, and was hit by Mr. He ten times on the palm of his hand, which was so painful that he couldn't even hold his chopsticks while eating.

"Didn't I tell you that your eldest brother is coming home today? Why are you still wandering outside until this point?" Mrs. He muttered while helping her youngest son adjust the wrinkled little jacket.

big brother?

As soon as He Wenyang turned his head, he saw a young man sitting beside his grandfather, with handsome and delicate features and a gentle temperament like jade.

Is this his elder brother?

Five years later, He Wenyan saw his grown-up brother for the first time.Back then, his younger brother who was only two or three years old but always loved to cling to him and call him brother had grown up so much.

He Wenyan rubbed He Wenyang's head, and asked gently: "Yangyang, do you still remember brother?"

He Wenyang, who was always down-to-earth, stared at He Wenyan at this moment, shy and speechless.

Mrs. He saw that the two children looked at each other silently, so she said to the youngest son: "Wen Yang, call me brother."

"Brother..." The child's voice was waxy, and there was a bit of coquettishness in it.

"Hey." He Wenyan took his younger brother and let him sit next to him.

After calling his brother, He Wenyang became a lot bolder, sat on the chair and began to look through his small leather bag: "Brother, I prepared a gift for you."

As he said that, he took out two clay figurines from his bag, one big and one small, rough made, only the facial features could be vaguely found, and the outsides were painted with colorful paints, which looked very funny.

"These are the two clay figurines I made a few days ago when I went to see the master who made the clay figurines on the East Street, and taught me how to make them. I just finished painting today." He held up the clay figurines in his hand to He Wenyan: "Look, One you, one me."

But after this comparison, He Wenyang found that the "brother" in his hand was really ugly, and he didn't look like his beautiful real brother at all, so he said angrily: "But I not only forgot what my brother looks like, even this clay figurine is too ugly. It's so ugly, it doesn't look like you at all, brother."

"Okay," Mrs. He laughed as she looked at the ugly and funny clay figurine in her youngest son's hand, "Your gift is indeed too ugly. Don't bother your brother, eat quickly, and the whole table will be waiting for you alone." La."

He Wenyang was even more unhappy, and he didn't know whether he was angry with Mrs. He or himself, so he sat on the chair with his mouth pouted and sulked.

He Wenyan took the two clay figurines from his younger brother, put them in front of his eyes, and said with a smile, "How ugly? They look a lot like my brother. Brother Ming'er will put them on the Baibao Pavilion."

He Wenyang was mostly coaxed out of his anger, and muttered: "This "fake brother" is not as beautiful as my brother at all.Next time, I will take my brother to the East Street together, and ask the uncle who made the clay figurines to make a pair of good-looking ones. "

"Okay." He Wenyan rubbed his younger brother's head, and He Wenyang smiled happily.

Mrs. He sipped his tea, looked at his two grandchildren with a smile, and said to his son, "Look, Yan'er is the only one in this family who can pinpoint the pulse of this little monkey."