The husband of a financial tycoon

Recently, Li Lanxin felt that her sister-in-law was a bit strange. Her husband, Zhuang Jianshe, was a younger brother who belonged to the younger generation.

But my sister-in-law, Lou Xue, wandered around her house from time to time, and she found it very strange when the frequency increased.

She talked to her family members, and when the family members began to pay attention, Lou Xue stopped wandering around again, so she rested her mind.

Even if Zhuangzhou Island is not cold in winter, it does not prevent people from selling roasted sweet potatoes and fried chestnuts on the street. Street vendors are always the first batch of people who come out to work after the Chinese New Year.

Shen Xiuzhu took the small bamboo shoots around after dinner, and went back home with his hands full.Zhuang Xing was talking on the phone on the second floor about business, and when he was about to go downstairs, there were two people standing at the end of the stairs.

Xiaozhuzhu stood in front holding a bag of fried chestnuts, and Shen Xiuzhu stood behind holding a roasted sweet potato.

Zhuang Xing raised his eyebrows and walked to the penultimate step. He bent down and pinched his son's armpit to lift up the small bamboo shoot, and put it aside over the railing. Then the princess picked up the small bamboo and walked towards the sofa.

Shen Xiuzhu screamed: "Ah! Brother!"

Li Lan was startled, she walked from the yard to the door, saw the two hugging each other in the living room through the window, she sat back again.

Zhuang Jianshe listened to the movement and asked, "What?"

"It's okay, the two of them are having a fight." Li Lanxin continued to peel the melon seeds.

The little bamboo shoot was not angry when his father put it aside, he happily followed his father and planted it on the sofa.

After putting the small bamboo blocking the way on the sofa, Zhuang Xing picked up his son and peeled chestnuts for him to eat.

Shen Xiuzhu sat up and lay on Zhuang Xing's back. The roasted sweet potato in his hand went around to feed his brother, and asked, "Are you going to pick up grandpa tomorrow?"

Going back to Xingfu Street for the Chinese New Year, Zhou Xuejun missed his old friends, so he stayed for two more days.But they are going back to Shanghai soon, and Shen Xiuzhu starts school on the 20th.

"Yeah." Zhuang Xing took a bite of the roasted sweet potato, and handed a peeled chestnut kernel to the person on his shoulder.

"Then go early tomorrow, we will take our son to tap rubber!" Shen Xiuzhu was excited.

Even a full bucket of glue costs less than 10 yuan. Zhuang Xing only experienced rural life when he was a teenager. Now he has tens of thousands of dollars in his account every minute, and he really has no interest in tapping rubber.

Shen Xiuzhu rested his chin on Zhuang Xing's broad back, pulled his neck and said, "You told me to sell glue when I was young, but you haven't sold it until now."

Zhuang Xing said without turning his head, "Sold."

"Why don't I remember?" Shen Xiuzhu cheated.

Zhuang Xing deliberately shook his right shoulder, making Shen Xiuzhu's voice tremble, "I don't care about safety, I just want to go!"

Little Bamboo Shoot held a fried chestnut and wanted to shell it, so he joined in the fun and said, "Go! Dad!"

It was fine if he didn't open his mouth, but the fried chestnuts were confiscated as soon as he opened his mouth. Shen Xiuzhu said: "Don't eat it. If you eat too much, you will become constipated. Dad will help you eat it."

The little bamboo shoot pouted and acted like a baby at her father: "Daddy?"

Zhuang Xing couldn't help laughing, picked up the bamboo shoots and walked towards the yard, coaxing his son: "You can't eat anymore, dad will buy it for you tomorrow, okay?"

Children who eat too much fried chestnuts are indigestible, not to mention easy to get angry, constipation and bloating.

Zhuang Xing put his son on the swing and played with him, the little bamboo shoot was temporarily taken away by the joy of the swing.

Although Shen Xiuzhu confiscated his son's snacks, he still got up and went to the kitchen to cook hawthorn water for the little bamboo shoot. The little bamboo shoot is a baby who can't control his mouth, so there will be a little bit of food accumulation. The sweet and sour hawthorn water is healthy The stomach also helps digestion, the key is that the small bamboo shoots love to drink.

The next day, Zhuang Xing took Shen Xiuzhu and his son to the old pagoda tree alley early, stopped the car, sat with the old man in the yard for a while, and then went to tap rubber.

Zhuang Xing was riding a bicycle, and Shen Xiuzhu was sitting in the back seat holding his son.

In the past few years, not only the city has been under construction, but the countryside has also changed greatly. Even the trails are made of cement, and on both sides are crops and vegetable fields raised by farmers.

Shen Xiuzhu said with emotion: "In the past, this road was full of potholes and bumps. It has changed a lot!"

Zhuang Xing felt that this trip to rubber tapping was the right one, and he should walk the path he walked in childhood. His mood was different. They not only matured, but also had the crystallization of love.

Go back and cherish all the good things you have now.

The rubber forest has basically remained the same, except that there are more trees, the forest has expanded, and there will be some dead leaves on the ground. It was the first time for the small bamboo shoots to come to the primitive and messy forest.

"Dad, hug me."

Shen Xiuzhu knelt down and wanted to let his son experience it, "It's okay, son, try walking two steps."

"Father, give me a hug." Little Bamboo Shoot tugged on his father's pants, and his little feet turned up.

Zhuang Xing still picked him up, the child was still too young, and he was hanging on his lap like a little monkey, which made him feel a little funny.

The equipment for tapping rubber has also been improved. It is no longer necessary to hold a bowl to connect the glue. The bowl is looped on the tree by a wire, and one tree can be cut before the next tree can be cut.

The son laughed out loud, and Shen Xiuzhu couldn't help leaning over to look at it. The little bamboo shoot was sitting in the crook of his father's arms, and his chubby little hands were pulling the solidified rubber. The child thought it was fun to do it.

After having fun, Zhuang Xing put him on the ground and stepped on the dead leaves, and he didn't repel him so much anymore.

The little bamboo shoot stood stiffly on the ground first. Seeing his father and father standing far away and tapping rubber, he turned his eyes and looked around. He mustered up his courage and ran towards his father. The dead leaves were trampled. .

The little bamboo shoot grabbed Dad's trouser legs, and stomped the dead leaves on the ground with his two little feet.

Shen Xiuzhu squinted his eyes and looked at Zhuang Xing, and the two secretly teased their son silently.

On the way back, Shen Xiuzhu led his son along the country road, stopping from time to time to tell his son what vegetables or fruits were grown in the farmland.

The little bamboo shoot sat softly on his father's knee, Shen Xiuzhu put his hand on his son's bulging belly, pointed to the field in the distance and said: "That is your favorite dragon fruit, when it is ripe, Dad will buy it for you eat."

Zhuang Xing pushed the cart and followed them, feeling peaceful in his heart.

Little Bamboo Shoot is just at the age where he is willing to walk and be hugged, and he doesn't feel wronged at all. After walking for a short distance, he grabs his father's trouser leg and wants to hug him.

The family of three rode their bicycles back to the manor.

After the reunion and reunion of the New Year, people are thrown into the busy work again, trying to make money to live the next year. The days are repeated like this, but time flies.

In May, Li Lanxin heard that Zhuang Xiang was losing money in business, and soon Zhuang Xiang's father came to borrow money. After all, he was also her husband's elder brother, so Li Lanxin comforted him first.

Finally, Zhuang Jianshe came back from get off work, and the master borrowed 10 yuan to his elder brother, and left a sentence: "Use the money first, if you still lose money, Xiaoxiang will continue to go back to work, and then settle down, and the money will not be borrowed for a second time." time."

His elder brother was very grateful and persuaded his son with kind words. Zhuang Xiang nodded confidently, "Don't worry Dad, if you turn around, you will definitely be able to make money."

Afterwards, Li Lanxin still called Zhuang Xing to let Zhuang Xing know what to do.

After the college entrance examination in Zhuangyang, Li Lanxin took her son to travel abroad.Zhuang Jianshe stayed in Zhuangzhou Island to continue working because of his position and the troublesome procedures for applying to go abroad.

Shen Xiuzhu put on his shoes and was about to go out, but the little bamboo shoot ran over and hugged his father's leg, "Dad, I'm going too."

"Did you take a good afternoon nap, okay? Dad is going to look at the house. Dad will come back when you wake up." Shen Xiuzhu still held his son in his arms, leaned his head against the little bamboo shoot, and patted his son's back with one hand.

The little bamboo shoots are growing up day by day, and their weight is also increasing. Shen Xiuzhu has already developed unicorn arms. If his brother is by his side, the little bamboo shoots are willing to be hugged by his father, but most of them are still willing to lie in his arms.

"No, no!" Little Bamboo Shoot raised her legs to clamp her father's waist, and wrapped her arms tightly around her father's neck.

Shen Xiuzhu went out this time to inspect the house, Zhuangyang University was in Shanghai, Zhuang Xing bought an apartment for his younger brother, and the interior decoration was handed over to Shen Xiuzhu, an art student.

Worried that the smell of the new house would be bad for the children, Shen Xiuzhu carried his son out of the house, intending to send him to Zhuang Xing's company.

Little Bamboo Shoot slanted her small water bottle on her back, grabbed her father's two fingers with one hand, and followed Shen Xiuzhu into the Yinhe Building.

As soon as the front desk saw Shen Xiuzhu, he let him go without registration.Shen Xiuzhu felt a little strange in his heart, feeling that today's front desk people looked at him in the wrong way...

Zhuang Xing was in a meeting and greeted Ah Zhou, and Shen Xiuzhu led his son into the chairman's office.

Every time he came to his brother's office, Shen Xiuzhu felt a little embarrassed, because one wall was already covered with his paintings!

Others hang at most two paintings on one wall, that's called art.But Zhuang Xing has 10 paintings on the wall. Since 1995, as long as Shen Xiuzhu gave them, Zhuang Xing would take them and hang them on the wall of the office.

Little Bamboo Shoot raised its head to look at the shorter paintings, and suddenly pointed to a picture of a baby figure and said, "Dad, brother!"

Zhuang Xing just entered the office, he walked over, picked up his son and kissed him, and corrected him: "This is when you were young, not your younger brother."

The 'brother' Xiaozhusun mentioned was Lili's fat boy, Huo Zirui, who was born in May.

Little Bamboo Shoot: "Huh? I'm at home..."

There are indeed a lot of baby bamboo shoots painted by Shen Xiuzhu in the house, and Zhuang Xing's favorite pair of babies chewing on their feet is Zhuang Xing's favorite.Zhuang Xing, who is a new father, immediately hung up a picture when he returned to Shanghai, and he can look at the little bamboo shoots every day at work.

When a child catches a curious topic, he can keep talking about it. The little bamboo shoot was carried by his father to the office chair, and he was still curious: "Dad, is that the younger brother?"

Shen Xiuzhu replied with a smile: "It was you, when you were 6 months old."

The little bamboo shoot raised its small eyebrows, and opened its mouth into an O shape.

Shen Xiuzhu looked at the time, and explained to his brother: "I'm going to look at the house, if there's anything you're not satisfied with, you can change it early. You coax him to take a nap, I won't come in the afternoon, I'll go home straight after I finish watching."

Zhuang Xing nodded, willing to share the care of the children, "Go, call me if you have anything to do."

Shen Xiuzhu bent over and kissed the little bamboo shoot, and was pulled by Zhuang Xing. Because of his brother's action, Shen Xiuzhu bent down again, and was let go after being kissed on the cheek by his brother.

Zhuang Xing hugged his son and turned on the computer to read emails. Shen Xiuzhu smiled, then bent down and kissed Zhuang Xing on the mouth, and then he really left the office.

The little bamboo shoot couldn't be good for a while, and when Ah Zhou came in to deliver the documents again, he couldn't help running outside.

Zhuang Xing looked at him, sighed and said, "You are not allowed to go out of this floor, promise father, I will let you go out to play."

The little bamboo shoot nodded repeatedly, and the soft fur on its head swayed twice.

"Ah Zhou, watch him more," Zhuang Xing confessed.

Little bamboo shoot walked around this floor with small steps. When he was younger, Zhuang Xing took him to work. At that time, his child had the flu, and Shen Xiuzhu was in class again. Zhou Xuejun hugged him. Sent to find Zhuang Xing.

But now Little Bamboo Shoot had no memory of it at all. He wandered to the secretary's office and pushed the door tentatively. Ah Zhou followed behind him and opened the door for him.

Little Bamboo Shoot looked up at A Zhou, and seeing the adult smiling encouragingly, he went in.

Two secretaries in the office, a man and a woman, looked at the little bamboo shoot in surprise, "Is the little bamboo shoot so big? Can Auntie give you a hug?"

The female secretary is a professional woman in her thirties, her work ability is well-recognized, and her own child is already in elementary school.

Little Bamboo Shoot didn't speak, and looked up at the adult with his head up and his big eyes, probably feeling the kindness of the female secretary. The female secretary reached out to hug him, but he didn't refuse.

"When you were young, I hugged you. At that time, the chairman had a meeting and you woke up to find your father. Do you remember?" The female secretary walked around the secretary's room with him in her arms.

The little bamboo shoot held its hands together and said nothing.

His obedient, clever and generous appearance made the three adults love it very much. They rummaged through the hidden snacks in the box.

Finally, the little bamboo shoot returned to her father with a shelled peanut in one hand.

"Father..." The little bamboo shoot jumped onto Zhuang Xing's lap, holding the peanut.

Zhuang Xing put down the pen, took it over and asked, "Who gave it to you?"

Little Bamboo Shoot pointed to the door and said, "Auntie..."

Zhuang Xing had explained to his son before that the adults would give them friendly snacks, but the bamboo shoots must be brought to his father and he would feed them.Although the small bamboo shoots are small, they are firmly remembered.

But peanut Zhuang Xing was not at ease. They had never given peanuts to the small bamboo shoots since they were young, because Shen Xiuzhu was allergic to peanuts, and in severe cases he had a fever and vomited. It is not clear whether the small bamboo shoots will inherit this problem.

Zhuang Xing peeled the peanuts, split a peanut in half, and fed a small half of the bamboo shoot. Zhuang Xing carefully watched the reaction of the small bamboo shoot.

The little bamboo shoot chewed, frowned, pouted and stuck out its tongue to spit out: "Ugh..."

"Don't swallow it, spit it into Dad's hand." Zhuang Xing quickly stretched out his hand to continue, and forgot to take the tissue in a hurry, just wanting to prevent his son from swallowing.

After spat out the small bamboo shoots, Zhuang Xing casually wiped his hands with a paper towel, and carried his son to the tea room to rinse his mouth.

Back in the office, Xiaozhuzhu held the water glass and filled it like a normal person.

Zhuang Xing was not at ease, and paid attention to the little bamboo shoots all afternoon, because the little bamboo shoots couldn't tell whether it was not tasty or disgusting.However, Zhuang Xing ate the other half of the peanuts, and they were very fragrant, and the peanuts themselves were fine.

After returning from get off work, Zhuang Xing still told his family that snack ingredients such as peanuts should be included in the blacklist of the dealer's dining table.