"Solemnly, here!"

Lin Qingying got out of the car and stood in the cold December wind in Beijing and waved at the solemn.

Zhuang Yan trotted over and smiled when he saw Lin Qingying with a camera hanging around his neck: "Do you take it with you wherever you go?"

"Let's get in the car." Lin Qingying took the solemn hand, pulled him to the side of the car, and pushed him in.

Zhuang Yan felt that he could not laugh or cry.

In front of Lin Qingying, he always looked like a wooden man.

Lin Qingying got into the car and said to the driver, "Old Hu, go to my grandma's house."

"Okay, miss." Lao Hu glanced solemnly in the reflector.

He was a little surprised.

This is a soldier.

Lao Hu is very familiar with military ranks.

Back then, Lin Qingying's father was also a soldier.

"I went back to Longguan to take some pictures this afternoon, and I just rushed back to pick you up." Lin Qingying said, taking off the SLR camera and putting it in the camera bag carefully.

He said solemnly, "Do you like photography very much?"

"Well, when I was studying abroad, my only hobby was photography. So far, I have taken tens of thousands of photos from more than a dozen countries. I plan to have the opportunity to hold a private photography exhibition in the future." Lin Qingying said: "If Yes, I want to work for National Geographic magazine in the future as a photojournalist."

Zhuang Yan knows nothing about photography.

No, it can't be said to be ignorant.

There is also a photography course in special reconnaissance, and I have studied it solemnly, but there is no small difference in essence between reconnaissance photography and art photography.

Lin Qingying looked at Zhuang Yan, reached out her hand gently, and took off a small piece of the rank of first-rank non-commissioned officer that was glued to Zhuang Yan's shoulder.

Zhuang Yan still did not listen to Cui Weinan's words and did not borrow his officer uniform.

The solemn pride made him naturally not accept this kind of fraud.

"Wait for me for a long time?" Lin Qingying blinked her big watery eyes, looking at her boyfriend like a little fan girl.

Zhuang Yan felt embarrassed for a while.

In the car, after all, the driver is always there, Zhuang Yan is not the kind of person who can speak affectionately in front of anyone.

He deliberately changed the subject and asked, "Since you like photography so much, why didn't you apply for the art major?"

He knew that Lin Qingying was studying a master's degree in business administration at Mo Da, which ran counter to her interests.

Lin Qingying sighed and said, "Oh, it's all my brother."

"Your brother?"

"Well, you'll see him later, my brother is very good." Lin Qingying said, "My father left early, my mother is in poor health, and my brother supports the family. He has his own career, but he feels I should study business administration and I can help him in the future."

Zhuang Yan thought of his brother Zhuang Buping.

Although his parents are still alive, the family is also supported by Zhuang Buping.

Maybe it's because the family experiences of the two are somewhat similar, so Zhuang Yan feels pity for each other.

What kind of person will you be, the future brother-in-law you have never met?

From what I learned from Lin Qingying before, her brother Lin Jianjun is ten years older than Qingying and belongs to the group of people born in the late 1960s.

Since Qingying's father left, Lin Jianjun has made a breakthrough in medical equipment and consumables by himself. He has represented several famous foreign medical brands, and his career has flourished.

Sending my sister to study abroad is also based on this consideration.

Lin Qingying is proficient in several foreign languages, including English, Russian, Japanese, and T-language. Lin Jianjun put a lot of effort into cultivating this sister, and took care of her in every possible way.

Today I went to Lin Qingying's grandmother's house.

When I was a child, because my father frequently deployed to various places, although my grandparents were cadres heading south, it was not easy to take care of physical and environmental factors, so the two brothers and sisters were placed in the grandmother's house in the capital since childhood.

My grandfather is long gone. My grandmother was a progressive student who participated in the revolution before liberation. I met my grandfather in the revolutionary holy city of Yan City. Therefore, in the special ten years, I received a shock because of my background. After the reform, the policy was implemented. I got it, but my grandmother donated most of it, leaving only one ancestral house.

When Lin Jianguo was in his teens, his father returned to Beijing to work, and he finally stabilized. Lin Qingying was just born at that time and lived with his parents in the army compound in Beijing. She was seriously ill and passed away within a few months. Her mother was in poor health, so she had to take the child to her grandmother's house again, so she could take care of her.

Therefore, Lin Qingying spent many years in her grandmother's house in her childhood, youth and even adulthood.

That's why she brought Zhuang Yan to see her parents, and the first thing she went to was her grandmother's house.

In Lin Qingying's own words: "The old lady is our family—"

Then she gave her a thumbs up to show her grandmother's pivotal position in the family.

The car turned round and round on the road in downtown Beijing, and encountered two traffic jams on the road. When the sky darkened, it finally drove into a hutong in Haidian District and stopped in front of a quaint courtyard.

"It's here." Lin Qingying excitedly pushed the solemn.

Zhuang Yan hurriedly carried the basket of fruits he bought in the county seat, and two boxes of Korean ginseng bought in the pharmacy, and got out of the car.

When he arrived at the door, he solemnly surveyed the yard.

It is very different from the houses I saw in my southern hometown. In Binhai City, there are also some historical buildings. The earliest French-style buildings can be traced back to the late Qing Dynasty~lightnovelpub.net~ There are also some Soviet-style buildings left during the Sino-Soviet Friendship Period. However, there are not many Chinese-style buildings with historical style in Binhai, and most of them are Soviet-style buildings in the late 1950s and 1960s.

Compared with the small courtyard in front of me, the sense of historical precipitation is very different.

The blue-gray walls, the green leaves sticking out from the top of the wall, and a towering tree, the huge canopy covers most of the courtyard of the courtyard, which is quite like a paradise in the busy city.

Ringing the doorbell, someone came to open the door soon.

"Mom Su!"

When the door opened, a woman in her fifties with gray hair in an apron had not opened her mouth, but Lin Qingying greeted her first.

He turned his head and said to Zhuang Yan, "This is the mother Su I mentioned to you."

solemnly remembered.

Lin Qingying told herself that there was a nanny at home who was invited to take care of her when she was a child, but she has been at Lin's house since then, and now she is treated as a family member.

Since she was the one who took care of Lin Qingying when she was a child, Qingying called her "Mama Su" again, feeling like a nurse.

Su Ma stretched her neck, and her eyes went beyond Lin Qingying to the solemn figure behind her.

"Well, this guy is in good spirits."

She looked up and down solemnly, but forgot to let the door.

"Ma Su, let him go in and talk about it." Lin Qingying noticed Ma Su's absent-mindedness, and quickly reminded: "Don't stand here and watch."