A soft-waisted educated youth has sex with a loyal dog and a rough guy in the 1960s

"The fishing rod is gone. What if you want to go fishing again?"

"No problem, I'll make another one when I have time."

Fishing allows me to free my mind, and my wife and kids all like to eat fresh fish cakes.

To be fair, Fu Jingyou really likes fishing.

It's just that I'm really busy these days.

Otherwise he would spin it to dry whenever he had time.

Speaking of making fishing rods.

Fu Jingyou thought that he would be able to use it directly when he came back to rest, so he took some free time every few days and came back a little earlier.

He bought fish hooks, fishing lines and floats, and started to choose a bamboo pole that suits him in the yard.

There are not many bamboos in the north, and the bamboo poles that can be found are all those that have been cut down and discarded during green plant maintenance in parks.

Fu Jingyou had luckily picked up a small bundle before.

He had one in his left hand and one in his right hand, and was looking them up and down carefully choosing.

I caught up with Xie Fei who was holding a big green watermelon.

Xie Fei felt bad that he couldn't apologize to Fu Jingyou in person about the fishing rod incident, so he came again today as the get out of class ended early.

This time it’s good, Fu Jingyou is at home.

Before he could even apologize, Xie Fei saw the fishing line and float sticking out of a small red plastic bag nearby, and immediately understood what Fu Jingyou was doing.

Xie Fei was a little embarrassed and a little ashamed.

If he hadn't broken the fishing rod, would people have bothered with all this?

Xie Fei was too shy to explain.

Fu Jingyou waved his hand directly:
"What's the big deal? Why would they send fish and watermelons? Don't take it too seriously."

As he spoke, Fu Jingyou glanced at the watermelon at his feet and said:
"You'd better take this melon back. We won't eat it at home."

Xie Fei thought that he just said he didn't care, but actually he was unhappy about the fishing rod, so he refused to take it.

It was not until Tang Mei came out to explain that Xie Fei finally understood what was going on.

"Shi An's father had an incident with watermelon. The child is upset and usually doesn't eat it at home."

Tang Mei picked up the six or seven jin watermelon and handed it back to Xie Fei:
"Take it back and eat it with Gu Ying. Ah, you live in the front and back doors. Don't be so polite. Don't come to my house to buy things in the future, otherwise your aunt will not like you."

Xie Fei reluctantly accepted the watermelon:

"Well, then, aunt, I'll go back first."

"Hey, go ahead!"

Tang Mei smiled and waved at him.

Xie Fei walked back holding the watermelon, and turned back when he reached the door.

In the yard, Fu Jingyou had already picked out a bamboo pole and had just tied one end of the fishing line to it. He was now letting out the line to measure the appropriate length.

Xie Fei saw that there were still a lot of bamboos at his feet. He hesitated for a moment, took a deep breath, and walked back to the yard, saying in a very loud voice:

"Can you make one for me too!?"

"!?"

Fu Jingyou shuddered, startled without warning, covered his ears and turned around to look at him.

Xie Fei's face flushed red, as if just one sentence could cost him his life.

"..."

Fu Jingyou was speechless for a while, then nodded:
"Row……"

Unexpectedly, he agreed so readily. Xie Fei was stunned for a moment. When he reacted, his voice became weaker:
"Thanks……"

"..."

Fu Jingyou was silent again.

Seeing that Xie Fei was indeed not the kind of person who was good at interpersonal communication, he did not bother with him.

After packing the fishing rod in his hand, Fu Jingyou gave it to Xie Fei first and casually said:
"If you don't know how to fish, let's go together when we have time. I'll help you keep an eye on it."

"Okay!" Xie Fei smiled, and this time he responded decisively and quickly.

Fu Jingyou nodded and said "hmm", then continued to busy himself with choosing a suitable rod.

Seeing this, Xie Fei stopped bothering him, and walked away happily, holding the watermelon in one hand and the fishing rod in the other.

Tang Mei picked a few melons from the vegetable garden, took them to the well, pumped water into the pond.

Fu Jingyou was calculating the time.

After packing up his fishing rod, he got on his bike and went out to pick up his wife.

It was just a coincidence that as soon as he left, Lu Yuanzheng came back to pick up the children.

A few children came into the house and the yard suddenly became noisy.

Tang Mei fished out the melon that had been cooled in well water, peeled it, and cut it into pieces, so that the children could enjoy a refreshing and crispy taste.

Afterwards, Tang Mei was washing vegetables by the well. Ming Xia was eating melon and found it delicious. She ran to the well with a small piece of melon and said:

"Grandma, the teacher said that the school will organize a visit to the Martyrs' Cemetery tomorrow and we need to bring our own lunch. Can you pack this melon for me?"

Mingxia was talking as she ate, her little mouth sounding so cute, and she couldn't stop mumbling and praising "so sweet, so delicious".

Tang Mei smiled and agreed, looking at the little girl lovingly and asked:

"Okay, will your class go? Will Shi An go?"

"Yes, all the elementary school students went."

"Oh, then I really need to get up early and prepare well tomorrow."

The old and young in the family were chatting and laughing.

The next day, several children dressed neatly, wearing red scarves, carrying small water bottles and school bags to attend the commemorative event held by the school.

After rehearsals again and again, this time the British News Agency dispatched most of its staff to the Capital Airport and the Foreign Affairs Mansion.

Arrive at the scene a few hours in advance so as to welcome Li Fang when he lands and show hospitality.

Lu Miao went through the procedures early in the morning and rushed to the Capital Airport with seven or eight reporters.

The original plan was to pick him up at noon, but I ended up waiting on the red carpet at the business jet building until three or four in the afternoon, and still didn't see a single bird.

The personnel assigned by various departments all complained and questioned what was going on.

Lu Miao is like this.

How can I not have resentment?
For fear of missing time, the group didn’t even have lunch.

We have been waiting since this morning and are so hungry that our stomachs are almost sticking to our backs.

But it was a formal occasion and it was difficult to express complaints even if I was annoyed.

Lu Miao's temples were throbbing, and he stood up and was about to call to ask what was going on.

As a result, the above call came first.

When she stood up, a specialist came running over to inform her, waving and shouting from a distance:

"Something went wrong and the plane went to the border. There's no need to pick us up here. Everyone go back first! Thank you for your hard work today!"

"What? Wasn't this already decided long ago? Why did you change your mind and only tell us now? How many human resources have been mobilized today just to pick you up at the airport!"

"Alas! There is nothing we can do about it."

The specialist who came to inform him frowned and smiled bitterly:

"They didn't communicate with the surface and changed the route without permission. The frontier didn't receive any instructions, so when they detected it, they thought it was an enemy fighter plane. They brought out all their weapons and almost shot it down..."

"This……"

Everyone was shocked when they heard this, and felt that this was a joke.

But what can they say regarding the establishment of diplomatic relations between the two countries?

They could only sigh in relief, and each department collected their professional equipment and hurried back.

The first step has changed, and the subsequent hospitality strategies will probably have to change accordingly.

Going back to see what the leaders have to say is the most urgent thing. (End of this chapter)