The Brocaded Tale of The Girl Si

When Zhen Shicheng heard about this, she said to Zhen Heng: "Young and frivolous!"

Zhen Heng hurriedly lowered his head to admit his mistake: "My son drank too much."

He admitted that Jiang Cang, the eldest son of Dongping Bofu, had a good knowledge, but he couldn't bear to be famous.

He worked so hard to test a Xie Yuan and came back. A few years later, someone said that Jiang Cang didn't finish the test and let him pick up the bargain. Wouldn't he be suffocated? At this time, if you don't take the initiative to rectify your name, do you have to wait for the future to be pale to defend?

Besides, Zhen Heng felt a little ripple in her heart when she thought of Dongping Bofu.

He sighed and won Xie Yuan, hoping that she could see his brilliance.

Maybe she changed her mind.

That time of rejection, Zhen Heng was determined to quietly put away all his thoughts, but it is so easy for a young boy who is new to love to forget his first heartbeat.

After all, it is a bit unwilling.

And Zhen Heng has this pride to make himself better, so good that even if the other party doesn't like it, he can't ignore his brilliance.

"Father, would you like to take your son to Dongping Bofu to admit a mistake?"

Zhen Shicheng thinks his son's proposal is good.

The little girl called him the uncle, Dongping uncle and he are also very angry, and now they are called brothers, so the son's arrogant behavior after drinking at the Luming banquet can not pretend to be deaf and dumb, and take his son to Dongping Bo's residence. Personality is what it should be.

Zhen Heng glanced at his father's expression, knowing that there was a play, and the corners of his mouth curled slightly.

Zhen Shicheng was about to nod his head, and saw that the rumorous smile at the corner of his son's mouth suddenly recalled, and the beard blew out: "Smelly boy, did you go to the man's house to apologize or to attract the bees and butterflies." ?"

"Cough, cough, cough." Zhen Heng coughed violently, her white jade ears quickly turned red, and she was dumbfounded. "Father, what are you talking about?"

He is that kind of person!

"Besides, how can someone with such a good son attract bees and butterflies."

Zhen Shicheng stroked his beard slowly: "Well, then I will ask Jiang Shaoqing out privately. Anyway, it should not be publicized to apologize."

Originally, the eldest son of Dongping Bofu had already lost a big face. If they were to be found out by others, it would be even more embarrassing for Dongping Bofu, so Zhen Shicheng had long planned to act low-key.

Of course, to say that Mr. Jiang Er came out privately is purely to tease his son.

"Father, it seems more sincere to visit." Zhen Heng was a little anxious.

He never thought that he would have the opportunity to go to her house again, this time he was still in an upright position.

Zhen Heng is not afraid that others will recognize him as the little servant that Zhen Shicheng brought to the door.

At that time, he was dressed up as a small servant and stood behind his father in a proper manner. No one would notice him. The only person who could recognize him should be Miss Jiang Si.

Is Zhen Heng afraid that Jiang Si will recognize his true identity? Of course not afraid!

He feels that he is not bad, and now he has a good reputation. It is easy to win a good impression in front of a girl's house, right?

Zhen Heng was suddenly a little uncertain when thinking of the unparalleled beauty.

Seeing that his son's expression was unpredictable, Zhen Shicheng tapped his head with a folding fan and sighed, "You stupid boy!"

The son's heart is not dead, I should always help, let alone dig the pit for the son himself.

Zhen Heng blushed and tried to maintain his composure: "It's fine to tell his son when the father goes."

"Didn't your banquets with fellow students one after another?"

"They can all be pushed away." Zhen Heng said that his face finally couldn't hold up, and he ran away in a hurry with an excuse.

Seeing his son fled from the back, Zhen Shicheng sighed.

No matter, he will help his son to try again.

For young people, what is it to be a setback or two, and maybe get used to it-cough cough, and then succeed?

When Mrs. Zhen heard that Zhen Shicheng was about to take her son to the Dongping Bo's House, she figured out the deep meaning of it after a little thought. She immediately grabbed Zhen Shicheng’s ear and said angrily: "Okay, if you kill your son once, you will kill him again. Second! Zhen Shicheng, what on earth do you think, did that girl give you ecstasy?"

If it hadn't been for playing together since wearing open crotch pants, she would have suspected that this old guy wanted to marry as a wife.

"Let go, you have to wait for the maids to go out!" Zhen Shicheng's old face flushed red.

Madam Zhen noticed that the two maids were still pestering in the room, and hurriedly let go of her hands, and said with a calm face: "I'm not going out yet, I don't have any eyesight!"

The two maids couldn't wait to run away.

There are only two husbands and wives left in the house. Madam Zhen sat on the beauty couch and said with a straight face: "Zhen Shicheng, I tell you, I will never agree to you harming your son again!"

She has tasted the feeling of being young, and it's okay if the two love each other. If one of them is unrequited love, it would be too uncomfortable.

She couldn't help feeling distressed when she thought that such an excellent son was in this situation.

"Heng'er is not the kind of jumpy kid. I hit a wall and put my thoughts away, and slowly passed away. When I pick a good girl for him in the future, what is this idea? But you actually pay it back again. Provoking his thoughts again, isn't it hurting him?" Madam Zhen became more and more angry, wishing to take out the washboard and let Zhen Shicheng kneel now.

At this time, the young Qingyue's voice came from outside: "Father, mother, can my son come in?"

The couple looked at each other, and Mrs. Zhen calmed down and said, "Come in."

The door opened with a creak, and Zhen Heng walked in.

"What's the matter with Heng'er?" Madam Zhen asked when Zhen Heng closed the door with her backhand.

Zhen Heng pointed at Mrs. Zhen: "Mother, your son accidentally heard the dispute between you and your father outside the door."

Zhen Shicheng's beard trembled.

Accidentally heard? No loss is Xie Yuanlang, and his use of words is at his level.

Madam Zhen looked at her son, not understanding what he meant by this.

"Mother, don't blame the father, it's the son... The son wants to go again..." Afterwards, the boy's ears were red.

So showing your mind directly in front of your parents, saying that it is impossible not to be embarrassed, but for the sake of that chance, what is this?

"Heng'er!"

"Mother, listen to me." Zhen Heng raised her eyes, and did not flinch to look at Mrs. Zhen. "You are for the good of your son, and your son understands everything. It's just that... if you give up easily, there will be a lot less study, but a lot more. Regret. Mother, son doesn’t want to have regrets."

Always try again, using his upright identity.

At least she needs to know who he is, and at least the girl he was beloved for the first time knew what he was born with.

Even if he is destined to be a passerby in her life, at least he is better than never passing by.

Zhen Heng has never regretted encountering the strange girl in that quiet and quiet forest, even if she has been tortured ever since.

"Miss Meimei, young people know that persistence is a good thing, do you remember that time?"

Madam Zhen's expression changed, and finally nodded gently.