Entertainment: I, Mr. Deyun Da

　　"Hey, why are you like a piece of wood? Of course it's the current atmosphere!"

　　"I know it's the current atmosphere. The question is what is the current atmosphere? What do you mean?"

　　"It's the current atmosphere!"

　　"Nonsense, I know what the atmosphere is?"

　　"You still talk about cross talk!?"

　　"..."

　　"..."

　　Both were speechless.

　　Gao Yuanyuan thought about it and said:

　　"Well, I'll write a paragraph, and you can follow my paragraph and get me some literary words, okay?"

　　"Uh, that's fine, you can write it."

　　Gao Yuanyuan nodded, took the phone and started typing.

　　She didn't type fast, stopping occasionally or deleting a few words.

　　After more than ten minutes, she handed over the phone:

　　"Here, just this sentence... you can read it and write it."

　　"Well……"

　　Wu Shaobai took it over and looked at it. After thinking for a while, he smiled and nodded:

　　"it is good."

　　……

　　A few minutes later, a new Weibo appeared under Gao Yuanyuan's Weibo.

　　"The New Year is approaching, I have nothing to do with my friends in the afternoon, and I practice four pieces of Chinese calligraphy. I feel that one character is better than one. Does this mean that next year will be better and better? / Laughing. Good tea, It's a pity that the words are just right, but there is always a charcoal fire ahead. Next spring, when the old tree in the yard blooms, it will be beautiful, right?

　　May the new year be better than the old,

　　May the future be better than the past.

　　I am dead with the old things,

　　The next year is still in bloom. "

　　(This chapter was written until 1:[-] in the morning, and I was extremely tired. But no matter what, I was still full of sincerity. Thank you, thank you all the big guys for your support, I can’t repay it, try my best to code words, and return a good story to everyone .).) .

Chapter 742

　　"When the time comes, the east and west wing rooms are the places I plan to use to store materials. Shen Tanlongshe will put these in the east, and the flowers and plants in the west."

　　"Well, yes."

　　"Then this main room, including the yard, is our workshop. Whether it's drying, air-drying, or whatever, it's all in front of it. And I'm going to make it into a lounge in the back, using the style of Qin Han's couch. The windows It's all turned into that kind of gate, and there's a corridor outside. Half glass, half sliding doors."

　　"Something like a Japanese garden?"

　　"It's almost the same, but I'm using the Han style, which is still different from them. Then the floor is heated so that it won't be cold in winter. In summer, as soon as the sliding door and the gate are opened, there is a gentle breeze through the hall. The study room I also got it together with the tea house. When the time comes, I will drink tea, read a book, take care of some flowers and plants, and then I will lie down on the couch when I am tired, and I will feel very good by then.”

　　"Ha~"

　　Wu Shaobai chuckled lightly and nodded:

29 "Indeed, it sounds great. Then I'll bring you some cats when the cats in the house give birth next year. There are a lot of mice in this old house, so be careful."

　　"Ah."

　　"Then I'm going to find two art and sculptors to cooperate. We met a few years ago, and it was considered a contact, but the other party's interest was not very high..."

　　"You don't have to worry about that."

　　"how?"

　　"The director of the Palace Museum is a classmate with an uncle and I have a good relationship. I find a serious craftsman from the Forbidden City for the carving master. Although the efficiency may not be too high, the craftsmanship is definitely not to be said. He Xiang This kind of thing, in addition to the incense card needs to be carved, the other is not necessary, so the utilization rate will definitely not be too high. It is not necessary to invite the two masters here. "

　　"Okay~ Then I'll let people build the website. By the summer of next year, the decoration will be completed. When the website is online, let's start to welcome customers~ Okay?"

　　"Then when did you film?"

　　"It's spring next year, just go to Hong Kong directly. It will be over in about a month."

　　"Ah."

　　The two walked around in the yard, and Gao Yuanyuan kept telling him about his ideas.

　　She even thought about the name of the courtyard.

　　"Poyuan Hall".

　　The ambitious woman intends to carry forward the name, and in a hundred years, it will become a century-old shop.

　　The name sounds nice.

　　At least Wu Shaobai thinks so.

　　……

　　He stayed like this for an afternoon, and after 4 pm, Gao Yuanyuan locked the door and walked out with Wu Shaobai.

　　"have a meal together?"

　　Gao Yuanyuan asked.

　　Wu Shaobai shook his head:

　　"I can't eat it, so I made an appointment with the whole family to take a bath in the evening. My second uncle and third uncle are also going~"

　　"oh oh."

　　Gao Yuanyuan nodded:

　　"Okay. Get in the car. My car is over there."

　　"Okay, sister, then I'll retreat."

　　"Go, go. Master."

　　"Then I'm leaving, mother."

　　"Ha~"

　　Leaving with a chuckle, Gao Yuanyuan looked at the red BMW leaving with a sweet smile on the corner of his mouth.

　　She turned her head and glanced at the red lacquered gate of the courtyard. After confirming that it was locked, she took out her mobile phone as she walked towards the location where she had parked.

　　The number of likes on the Weibo she posted in the afternoon has exceeded [-], and the number of comments has reached [-].

　　All compliments.

　　I clicked on the photo I uploaded, looked at the four pages of Yong characters, at the clear tea soup, and the old tree with the right angle of light...

　　"Hey~"

　　With a chuckle, she quickened her pace.

　　……

　　In the 2010 Spring Festival Gala, perhaps the biggest gimmick was the reunion of the once-popular group Little Tigers.

　　At that time, these three people were the youthful memories of countless people such as Wu Shaobai's parents.

　　In addition, Yanjing has issued a ban on fireworks and firecrackers, so the Wu family can only watch the TV, and when the Little Tigers came on stage, Wu Shaobai and his younger brothers and sisters were indifferent, but they were people of their parents' generation. Full of excitement.

　　Wu Shaobai doesn't like the Little Tigers. At this time in previous years, what he prefers to do is to go to fire with his younger siblings.

　　This year is not available, it is rare, he feels that this New Year is a bit boring.

　　Without firecrackers, the taste of the year always feels a lot worse.

　　It was finally 12 o'clock, the family ate dumplings, and when they went back to sleep, Wu Shaobai put up his ears and listened.

　　What a quiet Yanjing city.

　　It's completely different from the firecrackers that sounded in unison last year.

　　Very sorry.

　　Suddenly a world away.

　　Before going to bed, countless text messages appeared on his mobile phone, which had been adjusted to silent.

　　The brothers and sisters of the Deyun Society, colleagues in the Tongrentang, the artemisinin research team, and family members have sent information in groups or individually, and they keep pouring in all the time.

　　He didn't have the habit of paying New Year's greetings at night, so he didn't even look at it, and put it on the next morning.

　　On the first day of the new year, according to the rules, he took the children to kowtow to the elders and asked for the New Year's money.Then he started answering the phone, making calls, and returning messages.

　　Very busy.

　　After all the text messages for the New Year's greetings are over, the time has come to noon.

　　He had a meal with his family. Although he spent the first day of the new year at his grandparents' house, because he was going to go to northern Xinjiang on the second day of the new year, Wu Qingzheng and Yan Liyun took him to Yan's house.

　　Under the persuasion of several uncles and brothers of the same generation, Wu Shaobai fell unconscious again.

　　When I woke up again, the sky was dark.

　　It was already 4:[-] am on the second day of the new year.

　　With the intense discomfort of a hangover, he took a shower, and only then did he realize that the place he was in was his home... He didn't even know how he got back.

　　Habitually walked into the kitchen.

　　Sure enough, there was also a small casserole and steamer on the gas stove.

　　When I opened it, I saw a pot of boiled porridge, 2 steamed buns and a bowl of cabbage and tofu soup that was very comfortable for people with a hangover.

　　Creeply turned on the gas stove, heated the rice, and started to eat.