I am many years in the courtyard

Chapter 91, Brothers of the Cheng family foolishly steal someone?

Cheng Zhongyun got up and came over with a brisk walk. When he saw the painting, he was immediately shocked.

His mouth was wide open, and he couldn't come back to his senses for a long time.

Although this painting has not been completed for many years, he couldn't help but be shocked by the technique of making a fake real person on paper.

This kind of surprise was even more surprising than when he saw the design draft of the auditorium for ten thousand people.

After all, the Auditorium for Ten Thousand People was just a building, but now it was him himself, vivid and vivid on paper.

"Xiao Xu, I really don't know how to praise you, you are amazing!"

After a long time, Cheng Zhongyun gave a thumbs up to Many Years in praise.

The latter shook his head and said with regret: "I still haven't been able to complete my work in one battle, that's all, let's eat first, and then continue after eating."

"Uncle Cheng's fault, Xiao Xu, go and have a drink with me."

Shen Chengwen looked at the backs of Cheng Zhongyun and Many Nian, his face was full of envy and surprise.

"Uncle Cheng, I have to draw for you this afternoon, so I can't drink alcohol."

I have declined it for many years. Alcohol is really good in moderation.

Who knows, Cheng Zhongyun said indifferently:

"It's okay, drink less, don't think I don't know, you were pretending to be drunk last night, you have a good drinker."

This.
Rao has been thick-skinned for many years, but at this time it was also a moment of embarrassment.

Seeing that he didn't object anymore, Cheng Zhongyun laughed loudly, and brought up a bottle of Zhuyeqing, which filled the glass immediately.

On the dining table, there are five dishes and one soup, three pure hard dishes, and two with meat and vegetables.

In addition to the two bottles of Zhuyeqing placed next to it, Cheng Zhongyun invested quite a lot for today's lunch.

After all, two bottles of Zhuyeqing already cost six yuan, and if those hard dishes were counted, the standard meal would be ten yuan.

Ten yuan is enough to cover half a month's expenses for an average family.

In the face of these sugar-coated shells, for many years no one refused.

His principle is to eat it sugar-coated and throw the shells back.

During the meal, I learned that Cheng Zhongyun had three sons, but two of them died in battle, and the other son is currently serving in the army.

And it is very regrettable that his two dead sons did not have a family before their death, resulting in no future.

The daughter-in-law, who was sitting next to me eating together, hadn't moved in her stomach since she spent less time with her lover.

This incident made Cheng Zhongyun and his wife very anxious.

But regarding young people's affairs, they can't be beaten or scolded.

Because as long as he opens his mouth, Lao Cheng's son will flee back to the army, but they still keep secret troops, and Lao Cheng has no way to bring his son home.

Therefore, it is true that every family has scriptures that are difficult to recite.

Today, Cheng Zhongyun has been painting for many years, painting himself is only one of them, and more importantly, he wants to paint one for his two sons.

For many years, he frowned and said:

"Uncle Cheng, do you have a picture? If there is no picture, I'm afraid it would be difficult for me to draw it based on your description."

Indeed, based on verbal descriptions alone, it is estimated that what is drawn is similar in appearance but not in spirit.

When Cheng Zhongyun and his wife heard this, they were so excited that their lips trembled.

His wife said yes and yes several times, and then took out a badly worn photo from her pocket.

After the photo was taken out, the frame was severely worn, but the whole photo was perfectly preserved.

In a black and white photo, the two brothers in the Eighth Route Army uniform are smiling happily.

Two rows of teeth were exposed, and his youthful face was full of yearning for a military career and love for his country. His resolute and fiery eyes were his longing for a better future.

Looking at the photos for many years, I admire and salute unconsciously.

Without the sacrifices of these people, how can there be peace now?

From Cheng Zhongyun's narrative, one of his two sons died in the Anti-Japanese War, and the other fell in the Northern War.

"Okay, I'll draw!" Many years nodded heavily, looked at Cheng Zhongyun and his wife and said:

"However, I need time to prepare, because I am afraid that if I do not draw well, I will fail your expectations, and I am also afraid that they will blame me."

"No, no, we believe you." Cheng Zhongyun was very excited, and his wife was already in tears.

Not because of years of seriousness, but because she thought of her son again.

After eating, they returned to the study for many years to continue painting.

Mrs. Cheng and her daughter-in-law also saw many New Year's paintings, and they were shocked for a long time from ear to ear.

No wonder Cheng Zhongyun is so serious about it, it turns out that Xiao Xu really has two brushes.

Not long after, around one o'clock, after many years, the portrait of Lao Cheng was finally completed.

Next is the painting of Lao Cheng's two sons.

Since there are only photos, creations can only be based on photos for many years.

According to Lao Cheng and the others, the two brothers only left this one photo, and none of the other photos remained.

Because the soldiers are all big bosses, they don't have the habit of taking pictures, and the conditions at the time didn't allow it.

".That's fine, keep the clearest and most youthful face."

Talking to himself, after many years, he glanced at the few people who were staring at Lao Cheng's own paintings, looked away, and he started to create.

[-]D drawing techniques are cumbersome and cumbersome, but simple and simple.

For him, this was originally one of his favorite painting skills in his previous life, and he had already reached the point of proficiency.

Almost all the techniques of [-]D painting can be mastered by him at his fingertips.

Moreover, if there is modern intelligent software, he can draw more detailed and realistic pictures.

As his hands moved faster, the two brothers in the photo were slowly reproduced on the paper.

Beside Cheng Zhongyun, Shen Chengwen, and Lao Cheng's wife and daughter-in-law have stood behind them for many years, watching silently.

It's past three o'clock. I've been drawing more and more energetically for many years, and the speed is faster.

When it was nearly four o'clock, it was finally finished.

After finishing writing, Cheng Zhongyun and the others stared at the painting, unable to move their eyes away.

Many young people shook their heads lightly, packed up their things, and prepared to leave.

Originally, I wanted to do something of my own today, but now the sun is almost setting, forget it, let’s talk about it next time.

"Xiao Xu, wait a minute, this is my wish, just take it."

Cheng Zhongyun quickly came to his senses, seeing that many years were going to leave, he quickly took out a packed box from the cabinet next to him.

The latter declined, saying he didn't need it.

"That's no good. This is for you. If you don't want it, do you look down on Uncle Cheng?"

Sure enough, there are always many ways to help old and disrespectful people.

After many years of helplessness, I was forced to take over.

Then when he was about to leave, Mrs. Cheng also carried a basket and asked him to take it away.

The basket is very heavy, and it won't work if I don't take it away for many years.

When they arrived at Dean Shen's house, Shen Bo was already at home.

"Dean, these are gifts from Director Cheng. I'll put them here first. If there's nothing else, I'll go back first."

After putting things down for many years, I am ready to go back.

But Shen Bo stopped him.

"Why do you put the things I gave you here? Take it away."

"Leader, is this inappropriate?"

Shen Bo laughed and scolded, "You are a ghost, do you still need me to teach you? Quickly grab something and disappear from my sight."

No way, for many years I had to leave with my things.

The gift Cheng Zhongyun gave was a box, and the box given by his wife should contain wine and food.

So, as soon as they arrived at the front gate of the courtyard, Xu Xiaoqian and the others who were playing ran over like a dog's nose.

"Third Uncle, Third Uncle, did you buy bacon? It smells so good!"

In fact, not far away after many years, I also followed a few little kids.

These children have sensitive noses. Because they are poor and have no meat to eat at home, they crave meat even more.

"You are really puppies, you can smell it from far away?" Many years smiled and knocked off their little hands that wanted to touch the basket, and drove them away with disgust:

"Go, go, get your dirty hands off, if you do it again, you won't be allowed to eat at night."

The latter sentence scared them to become obedient.

But I am still very curious, want to know what kind of meat it is?

On the way back, I had seen it for many years, it was the venison leg that I ate at Cheng's house at noon.

According to Cheng Zhongyun's introduction, it was the prey he had hunted in the Northeast before, and it was made into bacon and brought back to the capital to enjoy.

But there is still quite a lot of meat, so I haven't finished it yet.

I have seen the place where their meat is hidden for many years, and the roof hangs about a few hundred catties.

It can be seen that Cheng Zhongyun is an old glutton, and there are a lot of old Baigan, Zhuyeqing and other liquors on the floor, no wonder his stomach is as old as four or five months old.

I just don't know how Cheng Zhongyun managed to transport so much bacon back to the capital?Or are most of them hunted back from around the capital?
Walking into the door of the house, before waiting for many years to put down the things, insults came from the Chuantang room.

It was the voice of He Yuzhu cursing, and Zhou Hongmei also scolded back.

In the kitchen, Qin Huairu came out.

"Brother A Nian, what are these things? Didn't you go to the leader's house for dinner? Why did you bring something back?"

Qin Huairu was surprised, hurriedly took the box and the basket, but asked for many years what was going on in the middle court?

Before the former could open his mouth, Xu Xiaoqian who was next to him started talking in a hurry.

It turned out that He Yuzhu was also taking a rest today, sleeping at home.

On weekdays, Fan Guiming and the others worked at eight o'clock, but they didn't bother He Yuzhu much.

The latter is the cook in the canteen of the rolling mill, and he does not go to work until after ten o'clock every day, so he can sleep a lot.

But today, Fan Guiming and the others were nailing the formwork, and there was a lot of noise.

No, it has affected He Yuzhu's spring and autumn dream.

So, I started swearing this morning.

"Cursed until now?" I can't believe it for many years, is He Yuzhu so strong?

His niece rolled her eyes, she didn't know whether it was to him or to He Yuzhu: "You must be drunk. I started drinking with the third master at noon. It seems that there is also the first master and Xu Damao."

Hearing that Xu Damao drank with He Yuzhu, he was even more surprised after many years.

Damn it, this is, Xu Damao and He Yuzhu can actually sit and drink together?
"Xiao Ru, you cook first, take out some of the bacon inside, and fry it with cabbage tonight, I'll go to the middle courtyard to have a look."

After many years of instruction, Qin Huairu nodded his head, and Xu Xiaoqian and the others cheered.

There is meat to eat!

"No stealing, do you hear me?"

Hearing what their third uncle said, the three nieces and nephews all smiled and agreed.

In fact, their third aunt loves them very much. As long as they act like a baby, they can eat some of the fried dishes later.

Meat, in this day and age, is too rare.

During the recent period, the family has restored the food standard before their third uncle came back, which is not good enough.

Every time, it is given priority to those masters, leaving only soup and water for them.

In the middle court, when he arrived many years ago, He Yuzhu was still yelling, and he was scolding with Zhou Hongmei and Fan Zhaodi.

"Silly Zhu, shut up!"

Seeing that it was many years, He Yuzhu froze for a moment, then continued:
"For many years, you have come just in time, so hurry up and let them stop, this day, bang bang, it's so noisy, why don't you let them sleep?"

"Did you sleep in broad daylight? Did you steal someone last night?"

Haha!

Zhou Hongmei and Fan Zhaodi burst into laughter, and even Hu Meifeng couldn't hold back.

Although the latter stood behind Zhou Hongmei, she was not good at scolding and fighting.

Because that's how she is, and her core interests are not involved, she is not in a hurry at all.

The neighbors who were watching were all grinning from ear to ear, complaining about it for so many years.

Masters like Fan Guiming and Wang Changyuan just took a curious look and continued to work.

"You fart, I don't, who stole it?"

He Yuzhu became angry from embarrassment, and immediately asked back with an explanation.

"Whether I farted or not, you don't need to care about it, but if you didn't steal someone, how would you sleep in broad daylight?"

Said slowly for many years.

There is no need to use force to deal with silly pillars.

In the Siheyuan, there is no need to prove his military strength for many years. The scenes where Jia Zhang was beaten in the face several times before are the best proof.

"Who says you can't sleep in broad daylight?"

Having said that, He Yuzhu's aura was much weaker.

Obviously, he was sober too, but he didn't want to stop there because of face.

"Then you have to sleep in the middle of the day, and you didn't steal someone last night, so why did you go? We are all neighbors. If you have a way to get rich, don't eat alone..."

Swish!
Although the neighbors also knew that this was nonsense for many years, some aunts still couldn't help booing.

Zhou Hongmei also laughed at Sha Zhu together, and the scene was a bit chaotic for a while.

At this moment, He Yuzhu was completely dumbfounded.

Damn, doesn't he just want to sleep late tomorrow morning, and doesn't want the decorator next to him to work again and make noise for him.

Unexpectedly, it turned out to be like this now.

"Nonsense, if I had a way to get rich, would I tell you? My name is Sha Zhu, but I'm not really stupid."

Hearing He Yuzhu's disdainful sarcasm, the neighbors also cursed angrily:

"Sizhu, you white-eyed wolf, I was the one who gave you your silly name back then..."

(End of this chapter)