Chapter 228: Festive is the most deserving

When the sound of the returning door came in, the Fangjia Mansion was not broken.
In fact, everyone is already waiting in the yard in front of the gate.
Fang Chengyu did not know when he entered the city, but he entered the county and the followers had already reported it.
Mrs. Fang Da’s excitement almost fainted.
The news is also a day-to-day report. Every day, she counts, and it doesn't count as many days.
"Mother, let's go to the county to pick up the younger brother." Fang Yunxiu also cried in joy.
Yuan is even more eager to prepare a car.
"No." Mrs. Fangda cried and stopped, and wiped her tears and sat down. "He went to the county to help his grandmother. We don't mess up, we are waiting for him at home."
Waiting for the time really feels very long.
Never left her son to leave home for so long, and finally came back, just in the county not far away, only half an hour away from her.
Mrs. Fang feels that it is longer than the two months.
When I heard the voice of the young master coming back from the door, Mrs. Fang felt that her life had passed.
The next generation of people screamed with joy, and many people ran to the gate.
Yuanshi and Fang Yunxiu had to be greeted at the gate immediately, but they saw Mrs. Fang’s wife sitting still, and they also accepted their feet and looked at them with joy.
However, Mrs. Fangda did not want to greet her. She did not have the strength to get up. She clenched her handrail and looked at the door.
A young man appeared in sight.
Mrs. Fang’s tears instantly blurred her eyes.
Without looking at it, she recognized that this was her son.
It was like when his father was young.
She had already had some memories of her husband, but when she saw this figure, the memory came back.
When her husband died, she was born with a child, and looked at the child in the village. She thought about how many times he grew up with his father.
I will laugh, I can stalk my head, I can climb, I will go away, I grow up day by day, and I look forward to it as I look forward to it.
Then everything stopped when the child was five years old.
All the expectations are gone, I don't expect him to make great achievements in the conference. I don't expect him to take up the family's responsibility. She has only one pray, that is, he can live, live more than two days and three days.
"mother."
The voice of the teenager rang in the ear.
Mrs. Fang Da saw that Fang Chengyu had stood before him.
"Mrs. wife." Yuan cried and reached out to help her.
Fang Chengyu had already reached out and held her arm and knelt down.
"Mother." He looked up at her and smiled. "I am back."
The healthy and promising child with tomorrow is back.
The joyful days of those chessboards are back.
Mrs. Fang reached out and hugged him and burst into tears.
"Chengyu is sorry, I was hurting you at the beginning." She cried.
After so many years, she finally can say this sentence out loudly.
Fang Yunxiu couldn’t stand by crying on Yuan’s arm. Yuan’s pat on her, and she burst into tears.
The hoes of the full yard have been crying.
I have been following Fang Chengyu slowly, and the old lady and Fang Yuxi, who came back at this time, stood at the door and couldn’t help but cry again.
There was a cry in Fangjia’s house. If at other times, the street outside would only think that the cursed house was dead, but no one would think so now.
"I am so weeping."
"I really have to cry, although I have nothing to do with me, I want to cry."
The people who have come to see the excitement outside have said.
But in this happy cry, a sharp shout sounded.
"What about my lady?"
Liu Er did not know when to run out from inside, in the crowd, a collision, and did not find Miss Jun figure.
The little girl didn't cry, turned her head and squinted.
"Are you throwing my lady off!"
The sad atmosphere suddenly dissipated. Looking at the Liuer who had rushed over, the hoes did not dare to stop. Fang Chengyu got up and released Mrs. Fang, and turned and pulled her.
"No, I am rushing back because of something, she is not anxious to walk slowly, and it is too hard." He said with a smile.
Liu Er looked at him and looked unbelief.

Really?
she said.
Fang Chengyu took out a letter and handed it to her.
"This is what your lady told you," he said.
Liu Er will express his doubts and reach out.
"I told you not to imitate the writings of my lady, but I read and write with my lady." She said, opening the letter while talking. "To use the bedding of the green flower, the book with the lotus yarn, the flower house." The flowers you pick, the fresh ones..."
She read, the fear on her face dissipated, and she was replaced by a laughing smile.
"...I am about the second day after you see the young master."
She saw the last sentence, took the letter paper in her hand and turned and ran away.
"According to the lady's instructions, I cleaned up the house."
She ran away, and the atmosphere here was interrupted and could not be picked up.
"The young master is also tired, fast, let's go in and talk." Yuan smiled with tears.
The sorrow dissipated, only the rest of the joy, the family went in and out, and the servants of the Shantou were happy to prepare for the feast of the wind. Now, at home, these old people, the old lady did not conceal the fact that Fang Chengyu killed Li Xianling. Everyone.
Mrs. Fang Da took a deep breath and expressed her anger and anger.
Fang Yun embroidery also raised his hands to wipe the tears.
"It’s really cheap for him, and it’s so happy to die.
Yuan’s tears hated and said.
Mrs. Fang Da extended her hand to Fang Chengyu, and she was pleased and pity.
"You can avenge your grandfather and you, and they know what they can do," she said.
"Yeah, I really didn't expect the younger brother to start this way so happyly." Fang Yunxiu said, "In the face of so many officials, dare to kill."
The explanation given by Fang Chengyu at the time was that blood is hard to eliminate.
But it is not easy to do this. After all, it is killing.
Fang Chengyu smiled.
"Big sister, I am the most fearful of life and death, and the most courageous." He said, "Don't forget, I am the closest to the dead."
First, sick, waiting to die, and then do the bait in the road, to die.
He was sitting in the car, and outside was strangled, blood splashed on the car window.
Although he did not cut it on him, it seemed that the knife was cut on him.
He didn't hold the knife, but he came out from this battlefield and his heart has already killed countless people.
As the night fell, the outside was silent, but occasionally there was laughter, and the little girls were running.
"Hurry up, the young master will give the red envelope."
A little girl shouted at the door of the courtyard.
Fang Jinxiu sat by the window, and the godless eyes turned. When he heard this sentence, he made a clever eye and his eyes lit up.
Young master?
Cheng Yu?
She grabbed the window sill.
"Who?" she shouted.
She hasn't talked for a long time, and her voice is a little hoarse and it's very weird.
The little girl heard the look back and looked at the side of the window, and hesitated.
"The young master is back." A gimmick finally said, and then stopped talking about pulling another and running.
Chengyu is back?
It turned out that the cry outside the day was Chengyu back.
"How is he? How is he?" She stood up against the window, and the man almost came out of the window and shouted eagerly.
The little hoes have long gone, and no one cares about her.
Fang Jinxiu lifted his foot and jumped out of the window.
Because she was weak and fell to the ground, she forced herself up.
Go and see, go see, how is Chengyu?

Thanks to the Purple Star for the reward of the moon.
Thursday (here is the time of the author who is looking forward to a bad weekend job)