child prodigy at eighty

"Didn't we demolish it a long time ago? I think you are doing well by yourself now. Wouldn't it be more comfortable without me to point fingers?" Song Shiyu rolled his eyes and said.

"You're still angry." Gu Weifeng pressed down his arm heavily on his shoulders, "Are you still angry with me for secretly selling skirts?" He said why Song Xiaosan was so easy-talking today, feelings are waiting for him here .

"Which eye of yours sees that I am not angry?" Song Xiaosan pulled his hand down angrily: "I am angry with me, you sell your goods, we have nothing to do with each other."

Gu Weifeng did not let go, but put both hands on his shoulders, "Can you open your eyes and take a good look outside, what is wrong with this skirt? If you don't like it, can you stop others from liking it? Even if it's us If you don’t sell it, someone else will sell it, you can’t stop it, understand?”

"It's you who don't understand. Our spirit, our treasures, and what we have passed down from generation to generation are being worn out bit by bit. You don't understand at all." He looked at the puzzled boy with eyes Far away, like looking through him to an unknown distance, where the colorful clothes hang down and the gorgeous hair towers high, where all directions come to congratulate the same fragrance through the ages, that is the Huaguo he is familiar with, and it is the hometown of strength.

Gu Weifeng obviously couldn't keep up with his thinking, he just bought a skirt, how did this involve spiritual inheritance, what kind of insanity is he doing?Well, it is estimated that no one can keep up, and only he can comprehend the things that appear from time to time from this brain that seems to have merged ancient and modern.

"I said San'er, how ugly is that skirt? I think women like it very much." Gu Weifeng just didn't understand, the skirt is pretty.

"It's ugly, it's ugly everywhere, it's indecent, unsightly, and unseemly." Song Xiaosan bluntly slandered, but he just didn't like it, didn't like it!

Gu Weifeng wiped off his sweat, he couldn't wait to see the skirt before a string of idioms came out, "Then what if your wife wears a skirt in the future?"

"I don't want a woman wearing such ugly clothes." His daughter-in-law doesn't wear such rags!

Then you just wait to play bachelor.

"All right, all right, when the time comes, you'll find someone who wears trousers every day as a wife." He was also drunk with aesthetics, Gu Weifeng suppressed a smile, but he couldn't show the slightest disapproval on his face, otherwise this kid would have to be impatient with him No.

Song Shiyu looked at him slantingly, it was obvious that his anger was still lingering.

Gu Weifeng comforted him for a long time, and it was considered that he barely passed the test. It was very late at this time, and Gu Weifeng led the people back to the warehouse. Originally, he wanted to hug him, but Song Shiyu hated him all over. It smells like sweat, it's not bad if I didn't avoid him.

When they went back, the two of them had to take a fighting bath, and then they made do with the night in the simple hut.

Even when sleeping, Song Xiaosan has to wear pajamas, a vest and big pants, never naked.As for Gu Weifeng, he also put on a big trousers under his strong request, especially because he wanted to sleep naked and cool off.

But whoever told him that he couldn't afford to offend this little Hades, so just wear it.

How good is the dress?Just look at the women on the street and you will know that they are all crazy.

Women can save money by eating bran and swallowing vegetables, but when it comes to skirts, they can't care about anything else.Ai Meixin, who had been suppressed for more than ten years, burst out all of a sudden, buying, buying, buying, as long as she could squeeze out money, no one would not add a dress to herself.

This is far better than the business of saving necklines and the like, and the speed of selling goods is so fast, their funds will go up to a higher level after the summer.

Of course, they are not the only ones who buy skirts, but there are very few who can compare with them. Huang Ni, who supplies them, has obviously put in a lot of effort. No matter in terms of fabric, style, and color, she is a few blocks ahead of others. , It's no wonder that business is not good.

All of a sudden, the streets are full of women wearing skirts, competing for beauty and beauty for a whole summer.This is a pain for Song Shiyu, a little antique, whose arms and legs are full of eyes every day, it can't be worse.He didn't say anything more, but the disgust in his eyes turned into reality, which made Liu Erhua angry and funny.

He doesn't care what other people wear, of course he can't control his mother, but he can control it.In his calligraphy class, no one is allowed to wear a skirt when he comes to class, and he chooses to wear a skirt in class.On this one-third of an acre of land, he just has the final say.

"You are simply a fascist, a dictatorship!"

"I am willing. If you don't want to, please withdraw from the class without refunding the money."

"Why can't you wear a skirt?"

"How can you be straight with disheveled clothes, and how can you write well if you don't have a good heart? It is said that seeing words is like seeing people, and your words will be like what you are. The students I teach can only be polite, elegant, clear, and correct. , so you don’t want to dress gorgeously, you must be dignified.”

"Why is the skirt not dignified?"

"Which ancient man have you seen wearing clothes with calves exposed?"

"It's not ancient times now, it's so hot, do you think we'll all die of heat?"

"Skirt or calligraphy, choose one, either obey my rules, or leave."

just go.There were really two who left, but they were pressed back by their parents the next day.The reason is not convinced by what he said about clothes, it is really that he does not refund the money.

He has said from the very beginning that there is no refund after paying the fee, and everyone has actually seen the results of the child for such a long time. Now that he has dropped out of school because of such a trivial matter, is it a loss?

Then everyone who came to school with him was dressed neatly, with short sleeves and no skirts.Later, this became a tradition in their calligraphy class. No matter how hot the weather is, no one dresses casually, but it makes the eyes of those who come to visit by chance shine, which makes them look like they are studying.

Of course, Song Shiyu is not a man who doesn't know how to be flexible. He installed a ceiling fan in the room, so even if he is dressed neatly, he will definitely not be hot.

Invisibly, the conditions of the calligraphy class have been raised to a new level. Don’t underestimate this ceiling fan. There are not many places in Yucheng that can afford it. Not only are the fans difficult to get, but you also have to ask for a ticket to buy them. Even the electricity bills are rare. willing to come out.

That is to say, Song Xiaosan, a guy who likes to enjoy himself, installed it without blinking an eye. Regardless of the calligraphy class, he also installed it at home, which made Liu Erhua feel so distressed.

Asked him where the money came from, Song Xiaosan spread his hands out of his bachelor, which meant that he asked the question knowingly.No matter how angry Liu Erhua was, she couldn't do anything about it, she had already installed the house, and she couldn't return it.

Now that it's all pretended, it's absolutely impossible to be a display. Men of all sizes in the Song family can't do it, and every day they see telegrams running so fast that Liu Erhua feels that she will have a heart attack if she keeps watching.

Just when everyone was obsessed with skirts, and the Song family was living moist and worried about the ceiling fan, Yucheng had a series of incidents, large and small, and a bunch of things happened one after another. When it got bigger, the chief of the Public Security Bureau left, and the one who took over was not the most popular one. Deputy Director Zhao is a new face transferred from outside.Of course, this is far away from the common people, but it is just an internal gossip.The most shocking thing is that Lao Zhao, the former director of the thermos bottle factory, entered the Public Security Bureau because of accepting bribes.

If this matter is not uncommon in ten or twenty years, it may not even stir up a splash, but when is it now?Just two years after the reform and opening up, everyone is still poor, accepting bribes?That really touched the nerves of the common people, corrupt officials!Although he is only the director of a thermos bottle factory.

"I can't blame his son for being so fat. His feelings are all greedy!"

"No, look at our family's children who are not skinny monkeys, and then look at him, how much meat and oil will be eaten, his family is greedy."

"I heard that there are only three TVs found, three!"

"There are several passbooks at home. I heard that there are several thousand. Do you have a thousand savings in your family?"

"Hey, my family's income is not enough to feed the boys, and I still have a deposit? I don't know where to buy a coffin after I die."

"You return the coffin, and a porcelain jar pretends to be something. What good things do you want?"

"You're the one who puts on a porcelain jar!"

A few gossipers downstairs went off the stairs as they talked.

"You did it." Song Shiyu looked at Gu Weifeng, using affirmative sentences without doubt.

"I didn't let him take bribes."

"He set the fire in the warehouse?"

"I don't know, I didn't find out." He took Song Xiaosan's broken bicycle and said casually.

"the wicked."

"Yeah." Gu Weifeng pushed the bicycle forward, "Come on, let's repair the bicycle for you."

"I'll fix it myself." After all the car broke down, he had to do a good job.

"You can't fix it." He told the truth angrily.

"Shut up!" Song Shiyu gave him a sharp look, not to say that his hand is disabled.

As a result, the two of them stayed in the repair shop for most of the day, because Song Xiaosan was not convinced, disassembled, reassembled, fiddled with and couldn't move.

He came up stubbornly and refused to let Gu Weifeng do anything, but in the end it was old man Li who used his elders to suppress him, and then saved the troubled bicycle from him.

Well, it only took half an hour from disassembly to assembly.

Song Shiyu was so depressed, his black paws rubbed his face one by one, like a tabby cat that had lost its prey, it almost nestled itself in a corner, looking pitiful.

Gu Weifeng held back his laughter, and for some reason, he had a bad intention, and quietly took the camera to record this cat face, it was really interesting.Don't blame him for not being sympathetic, he really can't sympathize, hahahaha.

He fetched water to wash Song Xiaosan's face, and asked casually, "I heard that everyone in your study class is preparing to participate in the calligraphy competition in the city next month?"

"It's not even three or two weights, and each of them floats so hard that they can't find the north. Let them hit the wall so that we can know how high the sky is and how thick the ground is." Song Shiyu showed his tender face under the towel, and his hair was wet and matted. This can't change the tone of his adult, it looks very funny.

"Don't let your students hear what you said, they will be so angry." Old man Li scolded him.

"I told them in front of them, they don't believe me, what can I do?" Seeing that he was young, he thought that he had practiced this word in three or two days, ha, give it a try.

Before Song Shiyu's calligraphy competition started, another big news spread that Fatty Zhao was arrested!reason?arson.

Then he pulled out the radish and brought out a bunch of accomplices, including Liu Jiecai, the big scumbag who wrote the report letter, and the person who came to buy goods from Lincheng!

Needless to say, why the fire was set on fire, it must be revenge, but this big scumbag and the purchaser are mixed in, so people can't understand.

"It's just Fatty Zhao, he has that IQ?" Song Shiyu just didn't believe it?