Time space: the rough man's sick beauty, she turned wild

"What's the bet?" Shen Zhihuan was more curious about this.

"A refrigerator and two boxes of collector's edition wine." Yu Jingyan stretched out his hand, first making a one, and then a two.

"Fighting animals along the mountain, everyone who sees it has a share." Shen Zhihuan grinned.

Yu Jingyan: "..."

It’s really not like a family doesn’t come into one house!

Neither of these two people is a good person.

"I won't tell you what's in your refrigerator. Just give me those two boxes of collector's edition wine." Shen Zhihuan showed her small white teeth.

Yu Jingyan: "..."

Does he still want to thank her for leaving the big guy to him? !

"Oh! By the way! Political Commissar Yu, you know a lot of people, can you lend me a dulcimer?" Shen Zhihuan thought for a while.

Writing is too childish.

The key point is that in a busy place, she would bring up a table to write. How disappointing!

"You also know how to play the dulcimer?" Yu Jingyan's eyes widened suddenly.

"I know a little bit." Shen Zhihuan smiled modestly.

Not afraid of being exposed at all.

after all……

In the memory of the original owner, Xi Yuan was able to play many kinds of musical instruments.

As for the skills...

No one is here anymore, and there is no way to verify it.

And in the room where he lived, most of the space was occupied by musical instruments.

This is the truth.

"Is there anything else you don't know how to do?" Yu Jingyan's eyes widened.

"No?" Shen Zhihuan pretended to think about it, "That would be a long story."

Yu Jingyan: "Then let's make a long story short."

"I can't do this, and I can't do that either." Shen Zhihuan chuckled.

Yu Jingyan: "..."
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The largest courtyard in the compound

Zhao Yanran was so angry that she punched the soft Simmons several times.

Liu Chunhua...

She really didn't expect that she would come back alive.

"Trash!" Zhao Yanran cursed in a low voice.

Last time, she said she would kill a hundred people, but he refused to listen.

He also said that it would be enough to send it far away.

it's good now!

Zhao Yanran gritted her teeth and punched Simmons several times in anger.

"Yanran, let's go out for dinner!" A gentle female voice came from outside the door.

"Wang Ma, I understand, I'll be out right away!" Zhao Yanran responded in a soft tone.

After taking a look in the dressing mirror to make sure there was nothing wrong, Zhao Yanran opened the door and walked out.

When she saw the people sitting at the dinner table, Zhao Yanran's black eyes suddenly lit up and she rushed over happily.

"Grandpa, why are you back so early today?"

At the main seat, the face of a man in Mao suit is full of traces of time. Although his figure is thin, he is very tall and straight, giving people a tall and majestic feeling, especially his bright eyes without any turbidity, shining with hale and hearty. light.

"I don't have much to do today, so I came back early." Mr. Zhao's voice was low and hoarse, showing an inexplicable pressure.

"It's almost dark today, so you and your grandson think it's still early." Sun Sijun, who was helping nanny Wang Ma put the dishes and chopsticks, said with a smile.

After putting the last dish on the table, Wang Ma slipped back into the kitchen.

Zhao Yanran obediently helped Mr. Zhao and Sun Sijun serve soup.

"I heard from Xiao Li that you also prepared a show?" Mr. Zhao took a sip of the soup.

"Yes! I'm going to dance the solo dance that Teacher Rong taught me before." Zhao Yanran curled her lips, with a little daughter's coquettishness in her tone. "Since you are going to participate, then prepare well." Mr. Zhao still looked solemn.

"Grandpa, don't worry, I will definitely work hard." Zhao Yanran nodded.

She didn't know whether to respect her grandfather more or fear him more.

I just can’t get close to him anyway.

"Yanran, eat more. Don't listen to your grandpa. Just do your best in everything. There is no need to be the best in everything!" Sun Sijun put a chopstick of tomato scrambled eggs into Zhao Yanran's bowl.

"Yeah!" Zhao Yanran looked at the tomato scrambled eggs in the bowl and frowned slightly.

I really don’t know why my grandparents like to eat tomatoes so much. Every day they make scrambled eggs with tomatoes, tomato dumpling soup, tomato brisket, or cook noodles, and they have to cut a tomato into it.

Are those sour tomatoes so delicious? !

Zhao Yanran really couldn't understand.

At first, she thought it was the nanny Wang Ma who was lazy and picked up convenient and simple dishes to cook. Later she found out that it was her grandparents who specially told her.

There must be a tomato dish every day.

Even if you only make one dish and one soup, tomatoes cannot be left out.

What’s even more funny is that while other people’s yards are full of flowers and plants, their yards are full of messy seasonal vegetables.

Especially tomatoes…

"You have to show your face that day!" Mr. Zhao looked at Sun Sijun.

"I know!" Sun Sijun sighed.

"Oh, by the way! When you go, remember to bring my "Snow Scenery" with you." Mr. Zhao took a chopstick and stuffed scrambled eggs with tomatoes into his mouth.

"You've said it eight hundred times." Sun Sijun put two chopsticks into Mr. Zhao's bowl, including tomatoes and scrambled eggs.

Mr. Zhao also put a few chopsticks of tomato scrambled eggs into Sun Sijun's bowl as if he was reciprocating the courtesy.

Zhao Yanran struggled with her thoughts for a long time before she mustered up the courage, "Grandpa, I have a classmate's brother who wants to..."

"Yanran." Mr. Zhao interrupted her coldly.

Zhao Yanran was so frightened that she tightened her grip on the chopsticks.

Seeing that her granddaughter was frightened, Sun Sijun glared at Mr. Zhao, "Just say what you say. Why are you yelling?"

Mr. Zhao put down the bowls and chopsticks in his hands with a serious look on his face, "The masses give us power so that we can work better, not to satisfy the selfish desires of individuals."

"Yanran, you are not young now. You need to know what you should and shouldn't do, who you can and cannot interact with."

Zhao Yanran bit her lower lip and nodded wilfully.

Seeing that the atmosphere had cooled down, Sun Sijun glared at Mr. Zhao and came out to smooth things over, "Oh! By the way! Yanran, your Aunt Wu's nephew is about 1.8 meters tall and is engaged in scientific research. The young man is gentle and polite. Look. He has a good temper."

"And your Aunt Chen's nephew is also in his early 180s. He used to be the battalion commander of the 1st Battalion of the 82nd Army. He retired due to injury. Now he is the director of the Cotton Textile Factory."

"And your Uncle Zhou's nephew is now the battalion commander of the 2nd Battalion of the 82nd Army. That young man is so energetic..."

"Grandma, I don't want to look for you." Zhao Yanran was upset after hearing this.

Every day he is either a nephew of this or a nephew of that.

If she had to choose one person to marry, then she hoped that this person would be Zhou Xiaodong.

But she couldn't say this.

I originally thought that after Liu Chunhua disappeared, she would be able to stand beside Zhou Xiaodong openly.

never thought...

waste!

"Yanran, do you already have someone you like?" Sun Sijun asked tentatively.

In the past, when I asked her to see each other, she would actively cooperate.

Now I suddenly said that I don’t want to look for him anymore.

Apart from having a sweetheart, she couldn't think of another possibility.