Excellent little farmer

I smiled bitterly and shook my head. After a long silence, I finally gathered up the courage and said in a dry voice: "Old man, no matter what, if Jing Wen doesn't change her mind, I will love her forever."

A look of displeasure appeared on Zhou Mingfeng's face. He snorted and said sternly: "You, don't pretend to be a good person here. My daughter is not old enough to get married yet, so you must love her."

I knew that my words were inappropriate and aroused the old man's anger, so I hurriedly explained: "Old man, you misunderstood, I didn't mean that."

Zhou Mingfeng patted the coffee table with his hand. He was about to lose his temper when he saw his wife Chen Xueying walking out of the bedroom and waving at him repeatedly. He had no choice but to sigh in annoyance, waved his hand and said, "Forget it, don't bring up this topic again." Well, I still say that it depends on Jingwen’s own choice, after all, times are different now, and I don’t understand some of the ideas of you young people.”

I wiped the cold sweat from my head and said flatteringly: "Old man, it's all my fault. Don't be angry, otherwise you'll get upset. Jing Wen is so sweet and sweet, and she will definitely be able to choose a son-in-law who can take a long time for you." "

Zhou Mingfeng was so angry with him that he took a sip of tea, frowned, and said angrily: "Go, go, stop talking sarcastically around me. Your aunt is here, have a chat with her. I feel so angry with you that I have a stomachache." , I need to take medicine."

I had no choice but to smile bitterly and say: "Okay! Okay! Old man, if I have a chance in the future, I will go to Jiangnan to apologize for my sins."

As soon as I finished speaking, I heard a soft voice: "Xiaoquan, your Uncle Zhou has a stubborn temper and hasn't changed in half his life. Don't take it to heart."

My heart trembled, and I quickly said with a smile: "Aunt Xueying, I don't blame the old leader, it's my fault."

Chen Xueying sighed and said quietly: "Xiaoquan, Mingfeng feels sorry for Jingwen and is afraid that she will be wronged. I hope you can understand."

I said sincerely: "Aunt Xueying, of course I understand, and I have an unshirkable responsibility in this matter."

Chen Xueying smiled sweetly and said tactfully: "Xiaoquan, after a while, I will go to the school where Jingwen is studying to see her. When I find a suitable opportunity, I will test her tone. However, no matter whether you can make Zhou It doesn’t matter if you are our son-in-law, your Uncle Zhou and I will still treat you the same as before, so don’t have any worries, you know?”

I listened silently. Seeing her being so considerate, I couldn't help but be moved. I touched my chin and said with great emotion: "Aunt Xueying, thank you for your concern. Even if Jingwen can't be my wife, I will treat her as my wife." Looking at my sister, whoever dares to make her suffer, I will risk my life to vent my anger for her."

Chen Xueying chuckled, pursed her lips and said, "You are as impulsive as Mingfeng, but that's not possible. You have become the county party committee secretary, so you need to be more steady."

I scratched my head in embarrassment and said with a smile: "Aunt Xueying, I never regard myself as an official in front of you."

Chen Xueying said softly: "That's okay, Xiaoquan, remember to smoke less and eat more fruits. If there is a chance, Mingfeng and I will go back to Jiangzhou to see you..."

I listened quietly, and from time to time I thought 'Hmm! ' There was a sound. Until Chen Xueying hung up the phone, I still held up the phone in my hand blankly, lost in thought, with a complicated expression on my face. After a long time, I shook my head with a wry smile and threw the phone on the desk. He touched the book he had just pulled out and frowned as he read it.

Two hours later, I turned off the light in the living room, returned to the bedroom, and lay on the bed, thinking about what Zhou Mingfeng said. She slipped in quietly, wearing plaid pajamas, holding the quilt in her arms, and tiptoed onto the bed, lying next to me, pulling up the quilt, reaching out to hug my arm, and murmured in a low voice: "It's really weird. Every time you come back, I can’t sleep without being held by you.”

I looked at the ceiling listlessly, shook my head and said, "I can't sleep even more if I hold you."

Cheng Xuehui chuckled, put her little hand on my belly, touched it a few times, and said with a smile: "Brother, why is that?"

I snorted, turned around, held her in my arms, bit her earlobe, and said softly: "Because I always want to violate you, are you satisfied now?"

……

On Sunday afternoon, the weather outside was very good, the wind was not strong, and the sunshine was very soft. After lunch, Fang Yunxi and Cheng Xuehui both went to the city and were busy with their own things, whether it was Turnip Chinese Painting Museum or Si Huier Art Training There is a lot of preparation work to be done in the college, and the two deans are very busy.

I was standing in a studio of the Rujing Chinese Painting Museum, looking at a work on the wall with my hands behind my back. It was a picture of "Moon Overflowing Willow Stream". On top of the picture, there were several smokey willow trees hanging on the bank. The fisherman, wearing a bamboo hat and coir raincoat, was boating in the vast mist, with a bright moon hanging above his head, and the water and sky becoming one color.

Wan Yunhan's brushwork is not complicated, and with just a few strokes, she can render a ethereal and profound artistic conception. Her ethereal and ingenious features are breathtaking. Although she did not come from an art major, it is precisely because of this that there is little in her works. A little more craftsmanship and a little more spirituality.

I stopped and admired it for a long time, then walked back from the wall, stood behind Wan Yunhan, and silently watched her painting on the spot. Wan Yunhan was concentrating on creating an ink landscape painting. With a flick of her wrist, many colors appeared in her brush. After a few strokes of the dense smoke, the ink cloud spread out, and beneath the clouds and mist, several strange peaks and rocks appeared. After another ten minutes, an ancient and simple temple loomed in the mountains, and the painting was free from the mundane world. She seemed to have an extraordinary aura. Obviously, she had reached a very high level in the attainments of Chinese paintings. If not, Mr. Gu, the leading figure in the Jiangzhou calligraphy and painting art world, would not have received her and agreed to serve as the honorary curator. One position.

Just when I was watching intently, Yaoyao ran in from outside. She made a fuss around the two of them for a while, then she felt a little sleepy. She stretched out a small hand, pulled my skirt, and staggered out. I saw, He smiled silently, picked her up, and returned to the director's office. Yaoyao sat on her knees as usual and ate some shrimp crackers. After a while, she loosened her little hands and slept with her neck crooked. On fire.

I first put the half bag of shrimp crackers on the coffee table, then carefully hugged her and stood up. Even though she was very careful, Yaoyao was still frightened and suddenly opened her eyes. She grabbed my arm with both hands and stared blankly. She looked at him but didn't speak. After a while, she let go, clicked her lips a few times, closed her eyes again, and fell asleep again. I laughed dumbly, turned around gently, laid her flat on the sofa, and put her on the sofa. A stuffed teddy bear was placed under her little head, and then a blanket was placed over her body.

I stood by the sofa, looking at Yaoyao's peaceful and lovely sleeping posture. I felt so happy that I couldn't help lowering my head and kissed her pink and jade little face. Then I turned around and slowly withdrew. , gently closed the door of the office, and walked towards the creative room. He had just walked a few meters away when a violent vibration came from his jacket pocket. He hurriedly took out his mobile phone, pulled out the text message, looked at it, and saw The text message read: "Secretary Ye, let those who oppose you understand you, let those who understand you support you, let those who support you be loyal to you, allow someone to dislike you, but don't let them hate you, just in case You want him to hate you, but you also want him to be afraid of you.”

I frowned and looked at it, and found that the number was very unfamiliar. I didn’t know who sent it. Out of curiosity, I texted back: "Who are you?"

I just finished sending it, and my phone vibrated again. I opened the text message and saw it read: "Uncle Ye, this is Pang Xiaoli. Dad just said that you will come to my house as a guest on his birthday. Is it true?"