Era: Starting from Modu Translation Studio

In the evening, when Jiang Shan turned into the alley of Anhe Street, he saw his second brother Jiang He slowly and leisurely.

He immediately jogged two steps and caught up: Second brother.

Jiang He paused and knew it was the third child without looking back: It's time to get off work.

Huh? Jiang Shan was a little surprised: How did you know that I went to work.

Jiang He didn't say anything, only a faint smile hanging on the corner of his mouth.

Jiang Shan, who knew the second brother's character, didn't ask any more questions, and the two brothers just walked into No. 51 courtyard in silence.

Brother, why are you standing outside?

Jiang Shan and his second brother were walking side by side. As soon as they entered the courtyard, they saw Jiang Hai standing at the door of their house.

While talking, the three brothers stood outside the house together.

In a corner of the small courtyard, there are many display boards of Mayumi and Kurihara Komaki stacked up.

At this moment, the three brothers walked into the house one by one with surprised expressions.

Ordinarily, it’s already dinner time.

However, not only was there no food on the dining table at home, it was also filled with all kinds of gifts.

Iron biscuits, brushed glass cups, peony enamel pots...

What attracts Jiang Shan the most is the bed of his younger sister Jiang Chuan at the dinner table.

The military mosquito net that was originally hung has been turned into two cotton curtains printed with sunflowers, with a wide circle of wavy lace rolled on the edge.

Good boy, Jiang Shan deliberately praised, This door curtain is so beautiful. It looks like the bed where the princess sleeps.

Younger sister Jiang Chuan's face was filled with joy: Brother, it's beautiful. You have it in your room too.

Jiangshan and Jianghe were shocked when they heard this: Why are you doing this for us?

The two brothers quickly walked in and took a look. It turned out that Jiangchuan was talking about the curtains in the room.

Compared with the original thin and translucent fabric, the current one is indeed much thicker.

When they came out again, Jiang's mother and Jiang's father were placing the gifts on the dinner table into the back room.

The house is really small, and the three-door wardrobes and chests of drawers are already full.

I can only pile them up along the side and put them on the ground.

Jiang Xiaoyu and Jiang Xiaobai also happily followed behind and ran back and forth.

Jiang Shan looked at Jiang's father and Jiang's mother with hot eyes, as if he was overjoyed.

Where did all these things come from? The boss Jiang Hai picked up a pumpkin and looked at it: Who is so rich and gives so much away?

Jiang He picked up a drawing cup and looked at it against the light: It can't be my aunt.

Don't mention her in front of me, Jiang Ma's smile flashed: She is willing to give it away, but I don't want it.

Younger sister Jiang Chuan followed Ma Jiang's lead: That's right, our family doesn't lack anything.

At this time, Father Jiang, who looked pleased, finally spoke: The group of female comrades in the fourth workshop kept a secret from me and sent the things here without saying a word.

It would be nice if you guys came back a little earlier and could say thank you in person, Jiang's mother looked at her sons and said with a smile:

Aunt Wu from the front yard made the curtains. She said they were defective materials bought in the factory and were worthless.

The four brothers and sisters searched for it for a while with the curtains open, but they couldn't see where it was.

And this sweater with ingot needles on me, Father Jiang lowered his head. Watched and watched:

Aunt Zhu from the fourth workshop knitted it for me. No wonder she kept gesticulating on me. I was annoyed before, but I didn't expect that she knitted it for me.

When she was young, Jiang's mother would definitely have to teach Jiang's father another lesson.

But this time, he smiled and stretched his hands: Well, Xiao Zhu's skills are good. Look at how tight this sweater is.

After saying that, I felt like I remembered something again and hurried back to the back room.

When he came out again, he was holding a beige dress in his hand.

Jiang's mother smiled and said to Jiang Shan: San'er, try it on. The colleagues in your father's workshop specially made it for you.

Jiang Hai only glanced at it and immediately said: This is great, why don't you share it with me?

Jiang He's eyes also lit up: It's okay, the third child and I can change our clothes.

Looking at Jiangshan now, he took it with his eyes full of joy. With a shake of his hands, he put it on his body with his backhand.

The single-breasted beige windbreaker looks stylish when worn on the body.

Not to mention, it is the craftsmanship of female workers in the garment factory. It is not ambiguous at all.

Jiang Shan raised his collar and asked proudly: How is it? Does he look like Takakura Ken?

As he asked, he walked into his parents' room, surrounded by a room of old furniture.

Standing in front of the mirror of the three-door cabinet, Jiang Shan smiled with a row of white teeth: This windbreaker really wins my heart!

Jiang's mother was the happiest: I think my three children are much more handsome than Lao Gao.

At this moment, Jiang Xiangnan looked at the gifts piled in the room from the lesbians, and then looked at the happy third child.

He was afraid that he would never forget the happiness at this moment.

The next second, Jiang Hai and Jiang He squeezed past Father Jiang.

Before he could finish enjoying the wardrobe, he took off his windbreaker.

Afterwards, put them on one by one and look in the mirror.

Everyone had a cold expression on their face.

At this moment, Li Ruocheng's voice came from outside the house: Jiang Shan, Jiang Shan is at home, right?

Here, Jiang Shan quickly responded in the back room: He's at home!

When he hurriedly walked to the door and took a look, his eyebrows lit up: Editor Pan, why are you here? Come on, come in and sit down.

Pan Ye, the editor-in-chief of Pujiang Fine Arts Publishing House, was standing with Li Ruocheng with a smile.

I won't go in and disturb you, Editor Pan didn't move, he just smiled and said to Jiang Shan:

The publishing house recently printed a batch of wall calendars. I know that you and Mr. Li live in the same hospital, so I sent them to you both after get off work.

Seeing that Editor Pan had no intention of entering the room, Jiang Shan probably didn't want to disturb the Jiang family's excitement.

So Ye Zhu walked out of the house casually.

Editor Pan handed him a wall calendar wrapped in a newspaper, and Jiang Shante happily took it.

The next second, Father Jiang also walked out, and he also heard the previous conversation.

He quickly said to Editor Pan enthusiastically, You must be the leader of the publishing house. Come in and have a drink of water.

Having lived on Anhe Street for so long, I have only seen publishing houses delivering books and volumes to Lao Li’s house next door.

Unexpectedly, his old Jiang family now also has this kind of treatment.

At this moment, the calendar in Jiang Shan's hand was more dazzling in Jiang Xiangnan's eyes than the gifts in that room.

Editor Pan smiled and talked for a long time before Father Jiang was willing to let him go.

It wasn't until Editor Pan was sent out of the courtyard that Jiang Shan turned around and walked back.

When I think about what Editor Pan said to him just now, I feel so beautiful!

In a few days, the villain's book Three Strikes of Bone Demons written by Jiang Shan will be released on the market.

At that time, Editor-in-Chief Pan will come to his door and deliver several first-issue copies to him.