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Chapter 163 Happy Day (3)
After taking two bites of the meal, he dropped his chopsticks impatiently, "I'm full."

Ye Xian knocked on the bowl: "What are you doing when you eat? Your mother just asks a few questions, just don't ask, what's the hurry?" Then Su Hui said: "You too, what are you asking for children's jokes? ?”

Su Hui was so angry that she almost shed tears, "I just asked what's wrong?"

Ye Fusang lowered his head, pretending to be an invisible person, and did not interfere.

A few days after the Chinese New Year, Ye Qingtong's vacation is coming to an end, so naturally he has to prepare to go back to work in Tongcheng.Ye Fusang actually had a week left, but she didn't say anything, but went back to Tongcheng with Ye Qingtong. If her brother left, she wouldn't be able to stay at home alone.When the time comes, the days will be uncertain how hard it will be.

Before leaving, he didn't forget to take the two big bags with him. If Su Hui really lost them at home and saw them, they might use them as food for cats and dogs.

Ye Qingtong didn't know what it was, but Ye Fusang knew that the two of them got out of the car and didn't dare to take a taxi directly. She was afraid that she would regret getting in the taxi, so she directly contacted Driver Zhao and asked him to pick it up.

After finally getting home, they were all exhausted, especially Ye Qingtong, who lay on the sofa and exhaled: "Sister, what the hell is that? You can't touch it and you can't sit on it. It's so heavy, I'm exhausted."

Ye Fusang glanced at him and said, "It's some ceramics."

Ye Qingtong took the bag, "Sister, I have to go back to sleep, and I have to go to work tomorrow, if I knew it, I would have come back yesterday."

Ye Fusang hurriedly carried the quilt out for him: "I'll send it down for you, and I'll carry it out for you to dry in the sun tomorrow, otherwise I'm afraid it will smell."

Ye Qingtong lay down on the bed and fell asleep. Ye Fusang closed the door and went back. He also tidied up the house, looked at the quilt on the bed, and remembered that she was neatly folded when she left. Doesn't it look like the quilt she folded?
Confused, not sure if someone had touched it, she stretched out her hand to reorganize it again, wiped the glass cabinet with a rag, halfway through wiping, she suddenly found that there seemed to be a few more sets in the jewelry cabinet, and she turned around to count for a while. I counted, remembering that Tang Zou bought five sets together before and after, but after counting and counting, I found that it became nine sets.Indeed, there were a few more sets of styles that she hadn't seen before.

Ye Fusang grabbed the rag, gnashed his teeth angrily, and refused to let him buy it. If he insisted on buying it, he had nowhere to spend his money.

When she was full of righteous anger, her cell phone rang suddenly. She threw the rag and picked it up to take a look, and her head suddenly became dilated: "Hello? Happy New Year, old ancestor." Before old Mrs. Tang could speak, she had already taken the initiative to say: "I just came back from my hometown, and I was about to call my ancestors to pay New Year's greetings, but I didn't expect my ancestors to call first."

Knowing that she was being obedient at the last minute, the old man Tang didn't point it out, and said with a smile: "Just say that the little girl and I have a good understanding. Happy Chinese New Year at home? I also said that the little girl had a good time playing, and I am an old man. I forgot."

Ye Fusang wiped his sweat. She really forgot. She was afraid that the whole family would not go if they could not go, and would not contact if they could not contact. She did not expect that Mrs. Tang would take the initiative to call, and she did not dare to talk too much Well, if this is a normal elder's house, people who don't call during Chinese New Year will definitely be scolded.If it's true that she and Tang Xiao are boyfriend and girlfriend, it would definitely be unreasonable not to call for New Year's greetings to save face.

Old Mrs. Tang continued: "It's nothing to call, just to ask how the New Year is going. By the way, there is still one week before work? If you don't mind, come over for a meal when you have time a few days before going to work. I can’t eat it during the Chinese New Year, but I can always have a New Year’s meal after the Chinese New Year.”

Ye Fusang broke out in a cold sweat, and hurriedly said: "Good old ancestor, it is my honor to let the old ancestor speak, I will definitely go there."

Old Mr. Tang said with a smile: "You can come any day, anyway, there are many old men in the family, and everyone is here."

Ye Fusang hung up the phone and almost turned gray with worry. This is not an ordinary day, and people who are visiting people's homes during the Chinese New Year can't go empty-handed.But the Tang family doesn't lack anything, so what does she want to buy?

After Ye Qingtong went to work the next day, she took out the things in Ye Qingtong's room to dry, then went out by herself and came back empty-handed. She really couldn't buy any suitable things.

I went out again in the afternoon and went directly to the stationery store to buy a large piece of oilcloth to go back. After it was framed, I spent three days painting a snow scene in the village during the Chinese New Year, including a country road covered by snow. , there are distant villages and lingering fireworks, as well as bleak tree trunks and endless desolation. The only spring is the snow-covered roadside exposing a few grasses.

When Ye Bingtong saw it on the first day, it was still a gray canvas. After going upstairs on the third day, it was already a magnificent picture of snow scene. The painting showed the grandeur after snow, the desolation of winter, and the vitality of hope.

He didn't know how to appreciate it, but Ye Qingtong knew it was a good word after seeing the painting. Compared with hers, Ye Fusang's painting seemed more atmospheric and open.

After the painting was dry, Ye Fusang went to frame it. The style of the frame should match the color of the Tang family as much as possible. Then she contacted Driver Zhao and picked it up in one morning.

She didn't say hello before she went, and she didn't know that Tang's house had guests until she arrived at the Tang's house, and they all came, and she couldn't go back now, looking at the people in the room, she didn't know anyone, so she could only pretend to be cute with a smile on her face.

The old man Tang obviously didn't expect her to come here today, and he waved to her happily: "Come on, little girl, come to my ancestor!"

Some people around laughed and asked: "The ancestors didn't introduce, who is this beautiful little girl?"

Old Mrs. Tang said, showing off, "The one in our family, Azhao, is usually busy with work, so I took the time to come and see her today."

These men, women and children all gave face, and they all nodded and praised: "Oh, the young master has really good eyesight. This girl is good-looking, beautiful, and has a smiling face. She looks lucky and helps her husband."

I don't know if it's true or not, anyway, a sentence sounds better than a sentence.

Driver Zhao brought in the painting from behind, and when he saw the room full of people, he hurriedly backed away. Old Mrs. Tang had already said, "What did Lao Zhao bring?"

Driver Zhao explained: "The painting brought by Ms. Ye."

The old lady Tang knew that it was a New Year's gift brought by Ye Fusang. He pointed to the hallway and said, "The little girl brought it here? You don't need to move it out, just open it."

Ye Fusang resigned himself to his fate without saying a word, and obediently stood behind the old Mr. Tang as the door god. The oilcloth wrapped in the painting was killed, revealing the snow scene inside. Naturally, these people praised it. Good, the meaning is profound, auspicious snow heralds a prosperous year, good omen!"

Patting Ye Fusang's arm, he smiled and said, "The little girl is smart and well-behaved, she is really a good child."

(End of this chapter)