I am many years in the courtyard

Chapter 33, Ji Chungeng (for further reading)
While eating breakfast, Zhou Hongmei still didn't understand why the fifth child had entered puberty so quickly, and she even said that she would take the fifth child to the hospital.

For many years, he hastily stopped and said:

"Mom, don't mess around, Xiaomei must be in good health. You see, she should eat, drink, and jump around recently. Doesn't she look sick?"

"Besides, when I was in the army, I read medical books. I am also very familiar with the military doctors in the army. I will ask him for medical knowledge when I have time."

"The fifth child's situation is really normal. If the nutrition is enough, puberty will be advanced. If the eldest brother and sister-in-law often give Xiaoqian and Xiaoman enough nutrition, they will enter puberty at the age of eleven or twelve, that's for sure."

"Nonsense, are you better than a doctor?"

Zhou Hongmei didn't believe it. Hu Meifeng and Fan Zhaodi also supported this point of view, thinking it would be safer to go to the hospital.

In this regard, Xu Wumei also said that she wanted to go to the hospital.

Even Qin Huairu felt that he should go to the hospital, since it didn't cost much anyway.

Seeing them say that, I had to shut up for many years.

"Then why don't you go with Mom and see if there is any difference between what I said and what the doctor said?"

After all, regardless of whether they were stubborn or not, he put down the bowl and chopsticks, got up and went out.

"I'll go to the street office to confirm the decoration team, and when I get back, I'll start digging the septic tank."

"Third Uncle, I want to go with you and I will go too."

"Let me stay at home, are you going to make trouble with me?"

After walking out of the house, Yan Jiecheng approached many years secretly, and whispered, "Nine years, are you going out?"

"Aren't you talking nonsense? What's the matter?"

"Can I ask you how to fish?"

"Isn't your father, Teacher Yan, a good fisherman? You don't ask your father, but you come to find me, what do you think?"

"Cut!" Yan Jiecheng sneered disdainfully, "My father is a cadre of the Air Force, and you have been a good fisherman for many years. Can that be the same?"

"I'm going to renovate the house recently. I don't have time to teach you. You can figure it out by yourself."

Shaking his head for many years, this kid doesn't know how to be a human being at all. He asked him dryly and called him by name, not to mention that he was really busy, even if he had time, he wouldn't answer him.

Looking at the back of the person who had been gone for many years, Yan Jiecheng secretly hated, so he had no choice but to turn around and go fishing by the river by himself.

In fact, he had tried it before, but just like his father, he was a boss of the Air Force.

In the past few days, the food at home dropped again and again, and he was so hungry that he had no choice but to ask for advice for many years.

As a result, the latter ignored him at all.

The third mother saw Qin Huairu carrying the wooden bucket to the laundry sink, and followed her out.

Walking side by side with the latter, the three mothers asked with a smile:
"Congratulations, Xiao Qin, when will you drink your wedding wine?"

Qin Huairu blushed and smiled shyly, shook her head and said, what's the matter?
Don't say she doesn't know, even if she knew, she wouldn't say it, because it can only be said for many years.

"Xiao Qin, you are dishonest. Didn't you spend the night at Lao Xu's house last night? If Lao Xu's house is not settled, can you spend the night at their house?"

Aunt Yan smiled, and the fire of gossip was burning brightly:

"Tell aunt, how far have you gotten with Mr. Xu? He doesn't seem to have bought a bicycle, a watch or a sewing machine, right? Then how can he marry you?"

"Xiao Qin, don't be shy, aunt promises not to tell anyone..."

However, Qin Huairu didn't bother to talk to the other party, and froze in water to wash her clothes.

She is still young, still a big girl with yellow flowers, and she is not the opponent of these aunts yet.

Therefore, silence is golden, and it is the most correct way to deal with it.

After a while, a lot of aunts and aunts gathered at the laundry trough.

In less than 5 minutes, everyone knew about Qin Huairu's overnight stay at Lao Xu's house.

So, everyone talked about it.

But Qin Huairu didn't answer, and they were bored chatting, so they quickly changed the topic.

At the street office, Mrs. Song had just walked into the office after many years. When she saw him, she immediately got up and shouted: "Xiao Xu is here."

Director Wang and the others immediately looked over. Sitting in the position of Director Wang, a middle-aged and elderly man dressed in a literati style, wearing a Chinese tunic suit and gold-rimmed glasses, also looked up and stared at him for many years.

"Xiao Xu, come here quickly, this is Director Ji Chungeng, Director of the Office of the Design Institute"

"Hello Director Ji, I have been with you for many years, please take care of me."

He is the leader, and he didn't dare to wait for the other party to extend his hand for many years, so he hurriedly bowed slightly and extended his hand to show his respect.

"You are Xiao Xu? I heard my wife talk about you, saying that you are very good at drawing and writing. Is that true?"

Ji Chungeng still held a leadership posture, seemingly gentle, but actually full of arrogance.

Fortunately, for many years, I didn't expect the other party to be like a spring breeze. After all, only leaders who are really in high positions are very down-to-earth and close to the masses.

Director Ji Chungeng in front of him is obviously a scholar, as can be seen from his meticulous dressing and dressing, he needs to wear it all the time.

"Director Ji has won the award, and the director has flattered me. I'm actually very ordinary."

"It's okay, you don't have to be humble, just write it here, let me see."

Unexpectedly, Director Ji asked him to write directly on the spot. For many years, he seemed to turn to Director Wang for help. Who knew Director Wang would just let him write.

In this case, he picked up the pen without hesitation, and began to write and draw on the paper.

Same as the day before yesterday, what he wrote today was regular script, one of the most pleasing styles in the college entrance examination.

Especially for Chinese compositions, the marking teachers will feel refreshed when they see the regular script style, and they are relatively more willing to give high marks.

In his previous life, relying on his beautiful handwriting, his Chinese composition scores never fell below 55 points throughout high school.

Even when the age of intelligence came later, he continued to practice writing while embracing new technologies.

But no one appreciates it, so I can only cultivate my sentiment and entertain myself.

Ji Chungeng kept nodding his head. He admitted that his handwriting was really good for many years, so he couldn't help asking:
"Aside from regular script, what other fonts do you know?"

"Arial!"

blurted out for many years, and immediately corrected:

"Excuse me, leader, I'm talking about running script and Xingkai script, and cursive script and official script. My writing is very average, so I won't make a fool of myself."

"It's okay, you write it and let me have a look."

After hearing the words for many years, Ji Chungeng's interest greatly increased.

He couldn't believe that every font was so smooth, elegant and beautiful for so many years at a young age.

After all, manpower is sometimes poor, not to mention that many years are only in the early 20s, even if you start practicing from a mother's womb, it is impossible to practice every typeface to the master level, right?
However, the next moment, I saw that I had written four different fonts for many years, each of which was very individual, but equally beautiful.

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(End of this chapter)