Chapter 693 Chatting

 Visit it.

 The only thing Mom remembers about Gan Jian Mian is "my wife bought it".

but-

As a brave person who dares to knock off the mother of the tenth-level piano student, I have to admit that my mother has to admit that the wife here is really sour in the stomach. This is raising her husband as a son, and the whole thing is used She took care of the entire play yard, so this stupid son could just stay there and play with wood and mud.

 Just face your mother and say, "I really should ask him what he knows."

 Good student mother: “What?”

 Just say to your mother: "How did you get a wife like this?"

"Come on."

 Good student mother: "That's Li Yu. When he was a teenager, he wrote "Fish! Fish! Fish!" when you were dancing in the square."

 Just say to your mother: "I know, I know."

Even if she were to light rockets on her ancestral graves, she would not dare to expect her daughter-in-law to be like this.

 I just met my mother and felt that if I learned a little bit from the experience, it wouldn’t be enough for her boss, who is almost 30 years old, to still not have a partner.

anyway.

 When the mother of a good student mentioned "Fish!" fish! fish! ", just face my mother and immediately put her mother's perspective into perspective, mainly because the song is so well written, and the square dance is so exciting, "The little girl is so talented, she married a husband-"

 She shook her head.

 Just know how to play with wood.

 The good student’s mother opened her mouth, but in the end she said nothing.

She has read the book, so of course she knows what to write, but it’s hard to say anything because she is also confused now.

 She felt that it was really uncertain whether Jiang Yang was Jiang Yang.

 If nothing else, at Jiang Yang's age, can you say that he can portray the female characters in "Five Little Pigs"?

 The mother of a good student really doesn’t believe it.

 In her opinion, there are very few middle-aged female writers who can write.

 She looked back at the courtyard and went home with her follower.

After returning home, she was just about to clean up the dishes for breakfast when the painter stepped forward and said attentively: "I'll come, I'll come."

"oh."

The mother, a good student, readily agreed and picked up another novel by Jiang Yang, "Roger's Mystery". Jiang Yang's mystery novels are so addictive that people can't help but want to read a few pages when they are free. In the slow time, Spend time leisurely.

certainly.

 She did not forget to remind the painter: "Your rice is still warm in the pot."

 “Okay, okay.”

 The painter worked hard.

 His coaxing of his wife has paid off.

 That's good, that's good. He thought his wife's soul was taken away by Jiang Yang.

Then-

He was in a happy mood when he suddenly saw his wife who was reading suddenly stand up!

 The painter hurriedly leaned out of the kitchen: "What's wrong?"

"without."

 His wife shook her head.

But judging from the direction in which his wife looked in surprise, the painter felt that something was going on, and that it had something to do with Jiang Yang.

My mother, a good student, just saw Poirot going to the countryside to plant zucchini in "Roger Mystery", and couldn't help but think of the miniature model I just saw in Jiangyang. After such a comparison, the miniature model I just saw is clearly like this Of this book!

 The truth came so unexpectedly that the good student mother was completely confused.

 It was really written by him!

I can only say that based on his ability to portray female characters, he deserves to marry the devil!

 She still regrets it.

You should really have looked at the miniature model more just now.

 That way, the scenes in the book can be reproduced in your mind, and it will be much easier to reason!

The good student’s mother reluctantly looked in the direction of Jiangyang Siheyuan.

When the painter saw this look, he thought he might as well mop the ground.

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 After the visitors left, Jiang Yang returned to the house a little disappointed.

 He quite likes to be lively.

　　When she was a child, her mother often stayed away from home, playing cards and other things at a neighbor's house. Then she felt it was troublesome to look after him, so she locked him in the house. I don’t know if it’s due to this experience, but Jiang Yang really likes others to come to his home to chat.

You can't **** go out to visit like this.

 He would feel happy listening to them.

so-

Jiang Yang did not reject the neighbors who came to visit just now, and was even a little happy.

Now it suddenly quiets down, but I still have more to say.

 But it’s just this moment.

Hocher is still there.    He was accompanied by friends.

Jiang Yang invited Huo Che here today because he wanted to build a big sand table, put all the miniature models of the Poirot series of novels on the sand table, and then use trains to connect the castle and the town, and then build the entire Poirot series on the sand table. Luo Universe.

 It’s exciting just thinking about it!

This sounds like a big project.

Hocher is very interested.

It's fun to play like this, but it takes up a bit of space, so we can play it here in Jiangyang.

Jiang Yang plans to put it in the west wing of the front yard.

 “Let’s go and measure the size first.”

Hocher suggested.

 They have to determine the proportions of the sand table, and then determine the proportions of the entire sand table.

They took the ruler to the west wing and were busy planning when someone else came in from the door.

Jiang Yang glanced over and saw that it was Hong Shan's father, Mr. Hong.

The old man was dressed in a unique style, with a small suit and overalls, and he came in leisurely with two ordinary walnuts in his hand. The old man would come back from time to time to visit, sit for a while, chat or just be in a daze.

Jiang Yang quite likes it.

Jiang Yang: "Old man, I haven't found the old lady to cause trouble today."

 “What words!”

Mr. Hong said as if a cat had its tail stepped on, "Don't ruin my reputation. My reputation is not good to begin with."

 “You are so self-aware—”

Jiang Yang gave him a thumbs up.

　　But he doesn’t have a reputation as a bad old man. “Yesterday, when I came out of the alley, I saw two aunts pushing and quarreling with you.”

There is a small square in front of the tourist attraction outside the entrance of the hutong. When evening comes, adults and aunts go there to dance in the square. Yesterday, when Jiang Yang and Li Qingning went out hand in hand, they happened to see the old man sandwiched between the two old ladies—

Do not misunderstand.

 It’s not about robbing the old man.

They regarded the old man as a white ball in billiards and tried to push him into each other.

Mr. Hong: "What pushing and pushing? I was trying to break up the fight!"

These two old ladies are not easy to deal with in the first place, and they have nothing to do with the uncle at all.

"They live in a compound, and you can't see each other when you look up. Today you bumped into my oil pot, and you understand that I knocked over your jealous pot. Friction is a common thing. As long as they believe that they can do anything. Pick it up. Now that you believe in Jesus, I believe in Buddhism. If you hang a Crucifixion Cross on your door frame, I will hang a Maitreya Buddha, so that your skeleton will not interfere with me... It’s also my fault. You are too popular. Just follow When I dance in the square, they can overpower each other, but there's nothing I can do about it."

The old man was plated with walnuts and felt that Jiang Yang should understand this.

Jiang Yang hurriedly cleared the air: "I don't understand."

"Right."

Mr. Hong changed things very quickly.

Jiang Yang is one level above them.

It’s like when a beautiful woman walks on the street with an ordinary man, others think the man is rich. “If I want to pester you, I have to verify my capital,” Mr. Hong said while holding a plate of walnuts.

 This flattering person—

Jiang Yang was unable to complain.

I don’t know why, but Mr. Hong has always had an outpouring of admiration for Jiang Yang.

 You can take pictures of any rainbow fart.

If it were anyone else, Jiang Yang would definitely be in high spirits, but an old man—

Jiang Yang couldn't help but think of the few old cabbages standing next to the young master with kidney deficiency in "Journey to the West: Conquering the Demons".

Jiang Yang and Huo Che changed directions and continued measuring.

He took a look at the walnuts in Mr. Hong's hand. They didn't look like serious walnuts, but the plate was shiny. "Where did you get these walnuts? Let us play with them another day."

Mr. Hong pointed to the walnut tree along the road: "This is the walnut you got from your home."

 He picked the two biggest ones to play with, and over time they became like this.

"ah?"

Jiang Yang was surprised.

“This is just a gadget to relieve my stress.” Mr. Hong doesn’t play much with these things, but when it comes to playing, the original owner of the yard in Jiangyang is really good at playing, raising grasshoppers and fighting crickets—

"The cricket he raised had a very nice cry, and he was very fierce when fighting. Wasn't there a popular TV series about warlords at that time, so he named the cricket after the warlord and invited us to place bets on the cricket fight. "

Mr. Hong still remembers that Zhang Dashuai was so handsome and fierce.

 He won a lot of success with Zhang Dashuai.

 (End of this chapter)