The fresh octopus must be tender, juicy and chewy. Xu Shujian will eat it for more than an hour. Until the sky darkened completely, Song Fengchen bit the throat of the people under him, and the moment his breathing accelerated, he snorted and took in the rations.

Xu Shujian raised his chin, curled his toes slightly, and squeezed his strong waist.

The tight breathing gradually calmed down, and his loose eyes began to focus. Song Fengchen took the bitten octopus whiskers out of his small mouth, and then held Xu Shujian's lips to silence the alluring shenyin sound.

It wasn't until the breath of the person under him was quickened again that Song Fengchen reluctantly let go of his fragrant tongue, his lips fell on the opponent's red eyelids, and he gently kissed the tears from the corners of his eyes.

After doing this, he got up from Xu Shujian contentedly, took off the small raincoat with public grain and threw it into the trash can, put on his clothes, sucked in slippers and went to the kitchen. When he came back, he had an extra enamel basin in his hand.

"I will wipe your body." Song Fengchen kissed Xu Shujian's cheek, lowered and said.

"Yeah." With a long nasal sound, Xu Shujian closed her eyes, her slender eyelashes trembled slightly, and Song Fengchen was at the mercy of her.

After taking care of Xu Shujian, Song Fengchen turned around and returned to the kitchen after changing the soiled sheets and quilts.

You can’t eat seafood anymore, so Song Fengchen flipped through the dining cabinet and pulled out two potatoes, an eggplant, and a handful of beans. He thought for a while, took the chili he bought before, made a slice of ground three fresh and a slice of dried scallops, and ordered two bowls of noodles, mixed with the beef sauce just made a few days ago, and finally put the bowls and chopsticks. It was sent into the bedroom along with the Kang table he made the other day.

After eating and drinking, Xu Shujian lay in Song Fengchen's arms, listening to him chatting about interesting events that happened recently.

"The food store on Beimen Street put out a large basket of crayfish this morning, which cost 80 cents a catty, but I don't know how to make it, so I didn't buy it. I was thinking about going to Master Liao to learn some skills in a few days. "

Master Liao is the cook assigned to Xu Junmin above.

"Yeah." Xu Shujian replied.

"There is a Moscow restaurant in the backstreet that is open to the public. I heard people say that the menu there is black caviar and grilled fish with milk. I haven't eaten these yet. Let's try it another day."

Xu Shujian thought for a while: "Just Sunday this week, I have no class."

"become."

"The weather is also starting to get hot. I just have some industrial coupons in my hand. I will go back to the department store and get two electric fans in a few days. No matter the refrigerator, that thing is too eye-catching. You just came back. It's better to keep a low profile. ."

Xu Shujian nodded.

"What kind of food do you want to eat tomorrow, I will cook it for you?"

"Brown chicken and meat dumplings."

"no problem."

...

"It seems that there are no canned oranges at home. I will buy it tomorrow..." This is Xu Shujian's favorite, Song Fengchen remembers.

Hearing this, Xu Shujian's scalp was numb, and he quickly interrupted Song Fengchen's words: "That's right—"

"What's the matter?" Song Fengchen asked when the hand rubbing his belly stopped.

Xu Shujian's eyes flickered, but luckily he remembered one thing, he coughed, "I just remembered that there was something I forgot to tell you."

"Huh?" Song Fengchen continued the action in his hand.

"Grandpa Zheng and they are coming back soon." Xu Shujian looked a little excited.

Grandpa Zheng?

who?

Song Fengchen was stunned for a moment, and then reacted, Zheng Dehui——

"So fast?" he couldn't help saying.

"Yeah." Xu Shujian turned over and found a comfortable posture to lie in Song Fengchen's arms: "Grandpa Zhao's current job is to vindicate the unjust, false and wrongful cases made during the turmoil, but this matter can't be rushed forward, otherwise too much. It challenged the nerves of some people in the central government, so they chose to start with the intellectuals and proceed step by step."

"It's also Grandpa Zhao and the others who have selfish intentions, so they first accepted the application materials of Grandpa Zheng and the others...The case will be closed in about July," Xu Shujian said.

"Good thing." Song Fengchen said with a smile.

"No." Xu Shujian covered her mouth and yawned, "Go to sleep, I have to go to class tomorrow."

"Okay." Song Fengchen twisted the quilt for him, raised his hand and turned off the bedside lamp.

Early the next morning, Xu Shujian went to work, and Song Fengchen continued to play with his red sandalwood furniture.

In the next two months, Song Fengchen went to the timber market again and spent five thousand yuan to buy ten cubic meters of red sandalwood.

By the beginning of August, the sofa, closet, bogu frame, a complete set of tables and chairs... were completed one after another.

Sniffing the unique wood fragrance in the air, Song Fengchen was satisfied.

As for the cleaned wooden scraps, he did not intend to waste it. When the social situation stabilizes a bit, he will ask a master craftsman to help turn these scraps into beads and string them with a red string for playing by himself or giving them away. Can.

The case of Zheng Dehui and others was closed a month later than Xu Shujian expected. Before that, the Du family had sent another generous gift, or it was because of Du Baoli.

Lu Gongzhi is dead.

He died of rabies, and it took less than seven days from the onset of the illness to his death. When the illness occurred, he also bitten the two brothers of the Lu family who tried to contain him.

The Lu family now is like an ant on a hot pot, fidgeting and fidgeting.

Regarding this, the Du family looked in their eyes and exasperated.

At this point, the Du family's affairs have officially come to an end.

Sending away the boss of the Du family, Song Fengchen stuffed the things he had sent into the cabinet, and then set off for the airport.

The four of Zheng Dehui arrived in the capital at 3 o'clock in the afternoon.

Song Fengchen didn't have a car to pick him up, so he could only take them all the way to a bus, and finally brought them to Xu Junmin's house before night fell.

"Grandpa Zhao is still handling the case in Geng Province. Grandpa went to the south to inspect the students. I am afraid that he will not come back in a short time. He has many rooms here. You can live here with peace of mind." Hearing the sound, Xu Shujian walked from the kitchen. Stick your head out.

"Okay, please trouble Shu Jian and Song Xiaoge."

People are refreshed in happy events, and Zheng Dehui happily responded.

"It should be." Xu Shujian said with a smile.

After all, if it wasn't for Zheng Dehui's superb medical skills and forcibly pulling Xu Junmin and Zhao Chengyu back from the brink of life and death, they wouldn't have them now.

How about Xu Junmin and Zhao Chengyu so hard to get them back?

When Xu Shidao came back from get off work, Song Fengchen greeted the big guy to sit at the dinner table, and took out the bottle of Dendrobium medicinal liquor that he brought over, and poured a glass by himself: "Come on, I will toast a few old men and congratulate you on your injustice."

"Little Brother Song is polite."

Everyone toasted and sipped their wine, and the atmosphere on the dinner table instantly became lively.

"By the way, Grandpa Guo, what do you say about your family?" Xu Shujian asked.

The case of the three Zheng Dehui was settled early, and when Guo Bingsheng got here, he made trouble.

Since it is to rehabilitate them, the country will naturally return the property confiscated from them after the charges are cleared.

Fortunately, the three of Zheng Dehui, a doctor of Chinese medicine, a master of Chinese studies, and a geological researcher, are not much wealthier.

But when he came to Guo Bingsheng, his ancestors were once a squire of the wealthy side. He himself traveled in Western countries for nearly six years. After returning to China, he successively founded seven or eight factories. The famous Hushi Torch Factory used to belong to his family.

Obviously, the boss did not want to and could not return these factories to Guo Bingsheng. For this reason, Xu Junmin talked with the boss for several days, but failed to come up with a specific solution.

Otherwise, they won't be delayed until now.

"What else can I do? I have asked for a few houses, and I don't need other things. Brother Zhao has won me another 20,000 yuan in compensation." Guo Bingsheng said with a smile.

He does not regret making such a choice. Compared with freedom, money is nothing.

He is only seventy years old this year, and he is not old. As long as the person is still there, the chance for a comeback is still there.

"Alright." Song Fengchen said with a smile.

He admired Guo Bingsheng's optimistic and flexible character.