The daughter-in-law's son-in-law

At this time, Chen Zhong could already walk, which made Su Ziying, who thought he was holding on, heaved a sigh of relief.

Of course, I didn't doubt Shi Lao's ability to treat diseases and see people. I can only say that he is too much beyond ordinary people.

As soon as I went out, I saw a little girl standing outside the door, pushing a tricycle, which seemed to be broken.

Su Ziying obviously knew her, so she stepped forward and said, "Yaya, where are you going?"

"I want to go to the park to sell lanterns, but my car has a flat tire." Yaya replied.

Seeing that his age is only ten years old, his little face is flushed, and it is very difficult to push this bulky tricycle.

Seeing Chen Chong's curious expression, Su Ziying introduced, "This is a family that lives in the back. Her father is sick, and the child is very sensible, so she took the burden early on."

Chen nodded heavily, walked forward and said, "Yaya, let me show you the tricycle."

Yaya then asked, "Are you sister Yingying's boyfriend?"

"I'm her husband." Chen Zhong smiled.

Squatting on one side, Su Ziying got tools from home and brought a basin of water.

Use a screwdriver to pin the tire out, take out the air tube to inflate the tire, and put it in the basin.

A small air bubble appeared, and I picked up a stone with a very sandy surface and rubbed it on it.

Su Ziying said in surprise, "I never thought you'd get a tire repair."

Huang Shufen snorted, "He comes from the bottom class, he hasn't done anything, it would be abnormal if he didn't know how."

It happened that there was some glue at home, so I spread it around the pierced hole, covered it with a piece of skin, and I was done.

Yaya pressed the tire with her little hand, she was full of air, and regained her vitality, she said happily, "Thank you, brother."

"Hehe," Chen Zhong waved his hand to show that he didn't care, and instead boasted, "I'm so skilled that I don't overwhelm myself. One day I may have to rely on this skill to support your mother and daughter."

"Then I'll open a repair shop and I'll be the proprietress." Su Ziying smiled.

"Sister Yingying, are you going to enjoy the lanterns too? When I get here, I'll give you one." Yaya rode on the tricycle.

"Then thank you Yaya, I wish you a prosperous business tonight," Su Ziying looked at the little girl who left and said, "Husband, when you are free, you can visit her father and find her a school by the way."

"Well, I must take care of what my wife told me." Chen Zhong thought of Chen Ruoxi.

Ruralized country park.

The colorful electronic lights have already been turned on, and from a distance, it looks like a gorgeous city in the dark.

People are like moths.

Although it was a bit chilly at night, there were still many people who came because of the promotion of the blind date.

Probably in addition to watching the lanterns, I also want to meet a beautiful love.

Hong Biao's people were patrolling around to prevent accidents, and when they saw Chen Zhong, they called Mr. Chen respectfully.

Advances in modern technology have abandoned many traditions, but meaningful ones remain.

A store was specially set up in front of it, with lanterns of various colors on it, and a small crew cut greeted them with a smile.

The three of Chen Chong didn't see where Yaya was setting up a stall, so they went to meet Wu Yu first.

The lanterns for viewing flowers are naturally inseparable from literati and inkmen. In a circular corridor, literati from all over the world gathered.

One person is reciting a poem: "Thousands of string pipes are boiling this night, and the lanterns are flying for ten miles."

Another person chanted a poem and said: "Qingyue lanterns are lit all night, and you can lean on Qingcheng everywhere with your shoulders."

Although the poems of ancient poets are recited, there are also self-created poems from time to time, which are very interesting, and people around can't help but want to participate.

It's just that two people at the door with their noses raised to the sky blocked the way and wouldn't let them in.

Chen Zhong was also blocked. He felt a little disappointed in this literary gathering, and said, "This is a public place, so it's not good for you to occupy it alone?"

The man at the door said: "We have negotiated with the organizer. The people who can come in are at least members of the Writers' Association. Are you? The Writers' Association in my county can only watch the gate here."

"I'm not, but I was invited by Teacher Wu Yu." Chen Zhong said.

"The winner of the Noel Prize for Literature, Master Wu Yu, why would he invite an ordinary person? You'd better go, don't humiliate yourself here." Humanity at the door said.

At this time, a man dressed in gorgeous clothes proudly walked in with a woman in his arms, without even reporting the source.

Chen Zhong was puzzled: "Is he also from the Writers Association?"

"He's not, but he's the son of the fruit king. He loves poetry, so he can come in." Humanity at the door said.

"Look at that person standing at the door begging for nothing. He doesn't belong to the Writers Association and has no money. He wants to go in and join in the fun."

"I guess it's for the sake of the ladies, and I want to improve my rank."

People around said one after another.

Chen Zhong chuckled, in fact, this Writers Conference is also a vulgar thing tainted with money.

I originally wanted to leave, but since I was underestimated, I would go in and slap them in the face no matter what.

He took out a card from his pocket and said, "Look at this supreme card, do you know what it is? There are at least a few hundred million, can I get in now?"

The member of the county-level Writers Association was startled and immediately showed a pug look, and said respectfully:

"Sir, you said earlier that you are a rich man, please come in quickly, please pay more attention when you are creating later."

"Oh, this is the so-called literati style." Chen Zhong sighed.

Those literati were still reciting poems, as if they were arguing over good or bad, and they talked about you, Niang Niang, who was not much more elegant than the low-level people swearing.

Fortunately, someone stopped it.

Only then did everyone notice that there was another person coming. A young man was holding two women in his arms. One was young and beautiful, and the other was still charming. It was what every man wanted.

It seems that the son of another family is too blatant.

One of the literati looked down on such a person the most, so he deliberately found fault: "I am Li Jie from the Provincial Writers Association, known as Xiao Li Bai. May I ask which writers association this literary friend belongs to."

Many people looked at him with great interest, waiting for him to make a fool of himself.

Many literati live unsatisfactorily, and they look down on the rich.

Using the spiritual victory method is probably the most effective self-comforting method.

"I'm not from any writer's association." Chen Zhong looked around but didn't see Wu Yu.

"Have you published anything, what is the representative work?" Li Jie continued to ask.

Chen Zhong shook his head and said, "There are no masterpieces."

"Oh, it's a pity that I thought it was a literary friend." Li Jie said so deliberately.

It seems that he loves literature so much and is eager to communicate, which makes some female scholars pay special attention to him.

"Is there any identity to communicate with?" Chen Zhong said lightly.

Seeing that he seemed unconvinced, Li Jie said, "The Writers Association affirms the status of a literati. If you are illiterate, then if I talk to you, wouldn't it be like playing the piano to a cow?"

Everyone couldn't help laughing.

Su Ziying saw that this place seemed unwelcome, so she said, "Let's go, I don't feel comfortable going in if I'm not in the same circle."

"Little brother, I thought you weren't coming." At this moment, an old man walked out from the other side, it was Wu Yu.

Everyone seemed surprised. How could this top literary figure in Huaguo call a young man a little brother?