Happy Together

Looking at Ruan Fangping who had packed a lot of things, Ruan Qing was bored with both hands resting on her cheeks, she could only look up and sigh, but could do nothing.

"Sigh? Isn't mom for you?" Ruan Fangping put the prepared joss sticks and heavenly burning paper into the bag carefully, not forgetting to look back at the same daughter.

Seeing that she was almost done, Ruan Qing lowered her head and resignedly stuffed her mobile phone and charger into her light coffee-colored bag. This time she returned to her hometown, she would have to live for two days.

The mother and daughter returned to their hometown in the bus.

It rained slightly last night, and the road in the mountain village was still a bit slippery. Although Ruan Qing was reluctant to come back with Ruan Fangping, she still took her mother's handbag with one hand and put her arm around her with the other.

"Xiaoqing, Mom can't do anything. Look at you. Whether it's a college relationship or a blind date, which normal ending has been done? Mom now has to keep her head down when she sees people!"

When Ruan Fangping mentioned her daughter's love history, she sighed again and again. Every time, someone would poke her back.

"Look, this is the mother of the dead star!"

In the past two years, Ruan Qing has had more than a dozen blind dates, and some of them feel that there is nothing wrong with them, but every time they are everywhere, seeing one step closer, this man must be in trouble!

There were two car accidents alone, and two more punctured halfway cars. By the way, the other two went for a physical examination when they were getting married and found XX disease!

Although there are many coincidences in this world, the odds are higher, right?

So now, no one dared to connect with Ruan Qing, for fear of harming himself!

"Mom, can you stop saying that? In this society, it’s normal to have **** seven or eight times, okay? Moreover, in this world, every hour, every minute, every second, there are car accidents. Everyone has a sudden illness. Can you blame me?"

However, this coincidence was in Ruan Qing's eyes. It was either that she had a rough marriage, or that she had a hard life. In any case, she could always find someone harder than her.

Ruan Fangping glanced at her daughter, and snatched the handbag from her hand, "You child, if you don't go to bad luck anymore, your mother might have to be killed by you!"

After speaking, he turned a corner and walked towards his old house.

Ruan Qing shrugged and followed her back foot. When she turned the corner, she heard the sound of a car coming. She turned her head without thinking, and saw a luxurious black Maybach driving towards the back row of old houses. go with.

"Oh, really rich people, driving this kind of car to this kind of place is not afraid of getting stuck in the mud!"

She murmured, glanced at the muddy shoes on her feet, turned around in a relaxed pace, and walked towards her old house.

Xianghuai Village is an ancient village with a history of three hundred years. There are still many old houses here, especially the old ancestral temple, which has always been incense sticks, is well-preserved and full of pilgrims.

"Rong Shao, can you please hurry up? This lady is waiting outside, saying that nine o'clock in the morning is the best time for Jingxiang!"

In front of a bronze full-length mirror, the man finishing his shirt frowned impatiently and looked back at the housekeeper.

The eyes that were as deep as a starry night swept lightly, and the condescending power of the king made the butler immediately shut up and did not dare to remind him.

"I don't like the tie, change one."

He opened his thin lips lightly, and then threw the tie he had removed into the air.

The butler responded very quickly and reached out to take it, bent down, and turned around to take another tie for Rong Shao to choose.

"The belt doesn't match my clothes, so I'll change one." As he said, he pulled out the black leather belt and threw it at random behind him.

The butler quickly trot for two steps!

There is a habit of this, which can also be said to be a ‘hobby’, that is, like throwing things away.

If you don't like it or don't pleasing to the eye, one word-throw!

As a result, Rong Shao's personal secretary and assistant all practiced agility. To put it in an exaggeration, they can catch a fly with two fingers!

Rong mother outside really couldn't wait, knocking on her son's door, urging anxiously.

"Hao Chuan, the once-a-year ancestor worship is related to our Rong family's luck throughout the year, so it can't be delayed!"

Rong Haochuan looked at himself in the bronze mirror, and then stretched out his eyebrows with satisfaction, picked up the phone from the old-fashioned antique golden nan wooden table, and walked steadily towards the door.

The butler was relieved with a sigh of relief, and quickly opened the door. The door was the lady who was anxiously waiting.

In the front row of Rong's old house, a mother and daughter came out of the house at the same time and walked towards the old ancestral temple.

Along the way, Ruan Fangping confessed Ruan Qing to his face. When that time came, he went to the temple. What should be said and what should not be said, and how should he salute, for fear that his daughter would provoke the gods to be an old girl for a lifetime.

Ruan Qing rolled her eyes, and every time she came to the temple, she had to listen all the way.

"Sister Fangping, did you remember it wrong? I am your daughter, not grandma. I can recite everything you said!"

Ruan Fangping has long been accustomed to her being neither big nor young, so she glanced at her daughter with a smile, and pulled her clothes, "Mom, isn't it afraid that you will forget it?"

Ruan Fangping entered the old ancestral temple and detoured all the way to the back hall. The local villagers of Xianghuai Village have a special rule, which is different from these pilgrims from afar.

"Pick things up, remember to go in, don't look back and forth, remember what I said to you." Ruan Fangping handed the things to Ruan Qing, and urged again with worry.

The old rules of Xianghuai Village, if you want something, you must bring tribute incense candles and pray sincerely for it to be effective.

"Got it!" Ruan Qing took the things and quickly walked towards the temple gate. As long as he entered, the world would be quiet.

The other side.

The Rong family was the first to get rich in Xianghuai Village. This old ancestral temple made the most effort in the construction and renovation, so they enjoy special treatment in Xianghuai Village.

On the offering hall, there are tablets of the ancestors of the Rong family, shrouded by the light of Buddha for generations, and the offering hall on the other side is separated by only half a wall.

"Hao Chuan, you are the current head of the Rong family. You should come in person for this worship." The dignified mother Rong said softly, looking at her outstanding son.

If you say what Rong Haochuan hated the most since he was a child, it is these things that pray for God and worship Buddha.

He has always believed only in himself.

But even though he didn't like it, Rong Haochuan still didn't violate his mother's face in front of him, and his extremely high self-cultivation made him unhappy even if he didn't show up. He took the bamboo basket and turned and walked towards the ancestral hall.