Rebirth to 90s: Start from Scratch

Su Yuwei's sketches are still very fast. Although they are not as good-looking as those drawn by some masters, they are dozens of times stronger than Zhang Qianxiu's.

"Probably that's it?" Su Yuwei looked at the sofa she had described, and couldn't help nodding: "It looks pretty good."

I took that manuscript and looked at it. The sofa is actually a frame made of wood, and then cushions are used. There are cushions and cushions.

This style is actually very niche. People who like simple style think that those wooden shelves are too old-fashioned, and those who like classic style feel that putting these soft cushions makes the home a little nondescript.

But this kind of design also has advantages, that is, it is simple and elegant, while preserving the style of traditional furniture.

"It's okay, but it seems to be relatively stable." Zhang Qianxiu said, "And it looks familiar!"

"Ah? Where have you seen it?" Su Yuwei said.

Zhang Qianxiu suddenly remembered: "Yes, I have seen similar pictures."

"It seems like this is the style in the hall where the country meets foreign leaders."

Su Yuwei is no longer surprised that Zhang Qianxiu knows these messy things: "Are you sure this is the style?"

"You look at it all!" Zhang Qianxiu couldn't think of a better design plan. After all, this plan is already similar to the style of the national living room, and there will be no major problems in the design.

"Then you talk about the style of the bed and cabinet, I will draw them all and see." Su Yuwei said.

Zhang Qianxiu picked up the pen and drew the outline of all the furniture in accordance with the influence he felt in his heart, using his abstract style of painting.

Based on Zhang Qianxiu's abstract style, Su Yuwei used a sketch to draw, and finally drew more than a dozen sheets of paper, including coffee tables, sofas, chairs, bookcases, beds, wardrobes, dining tables, and so on.

Su Yuwei looked over one by one and said: "This style, I think Huanghuali style is better than red sandalwood style!"

The color of red sandalwood is generally darker and belongs to a more classical style.

The color of huanghuali wood is yellow. After the varnish is applied, it looks more business style.

Zhang Qianxiu said casually: "You can do whatever you like, I don't care."

Su Yuwei thought for a while and said: "Then I will study and study first, and then improve it. After I've determined it, I will show it to you, and you will decide."

"In the future, you can do whatever you want with the family's affairs, and I'm relieved." Zhang Qianxiu didn't care about it.

Su Yuwei was about to talk, and suddenly felt that the two people's speaking styles were a little bit "family", and she suddenly stopped speaking.

Zhang Qianxiu was keenly aware of Su Yuwei's strangeness: "What's wrong with you?"

"Ah? Didn't you just say that on purpose?" Su Yuwei asked, looking at Zhang Qianxiu seriously.

Su Yuwei didn't know if Zhang Qianxiu deliberately used this casual tone to talk to herself, treating herself as "owner".

Zhang Qianxiu didn't feel that he had said anything wrong, and asked suspiciously: "You are suspicious. Just talked about furniture. Can I still sell you?"

Su Yuwei has also read some psychology books these days, and she is sure that Zhang Qianxiu said it subconsciously, not just pretending it.

Su Yuwei withdrew her gaze, her mind was a little confused.

Su Yuwei has a maturity far surpassing her peers, and a sensibility far surpassing most people.

It is precisely because of this reason that she can't deal with emotional problems emotionally, and will not answer the confession of the other party because of the momentary touch.

Su Yuwei doesn't care about supplies, because she has enough ability to give herself and her family a more material life than ordinary people. Now the money she makes from writing articles is enough to support an ordinary family.

But Su Yuwei paid particular attention to how the two people get along.

At the beginning, Su Yuwei was not tempted by Zhang Qianxiu, but simply curious.

Perhaps from the beginning of getting along, Zhang Qianxiu's body is unique, and it is very tacit to get along with her. Although sometimes verbose, he does not appear indecent, and every time he just talks about it.

For a long time, Su Yuwei had been helping Zhang Qianxiu, and gradually got used to it.

Moreover, the uniqueness of Zhang Qianxiu's body attracted Su Yuwei more and more.

"Uncomfortable? Would you like to take a rest? I'll let the master come and show you later." Zhang Qianxiu asked with concern when Su Yuwei hadn't spoken for so long.

Su Yuwei shook her head: "No! I was just thinking about something. You and I measure the size of the house, and when you design it, you will design it according to the size of the house."

"No problem!" Zhang Qianxiu stood up immediately, and the two of them were busy measuring the length, width, and height of the house, etc. It seemed simple, but the doors and windows had to be measured, and it took a lot of time to measure them all.

The next day, Monday.

Su Yuwei still didn't go to class under Zhang Qianxiu's persuasion, and went to Rulin County with him.

To go to Rulin County, you must first pass through Wutong County, but Wutong County is still a long strip, with TJ County at this end and Rulin County at the other end, a full 100 kilometers.

Zhang Qianxiu and Su Yuwei set off early in the morning, because there is no navigation, and now there are not as many guide signs as later, and they have gone a few times in the middle. By the time they drove to Rulin County, it was already more than three o'clock in the afternoon.

According to the address, look for the town and village below.

Kong Zhiwen's home is in a place called Guangdong Village.

Guangdong Village is backed by a big mountain, just at the foot of the big mountain. There is a small river in front of it, and there are large tracts of fertile land on both sides of the river bank, which can be considered a good place.

Zhang Qianxiu asked from door to door and finally found Kong Zhiwen's home.

Kong Zhiwen's mother was called Zhuang Hongmei. Her hair was gray and her body looked tough, because she had just returned from the field and was carrying a hoe. Her feet were covered with mud and she carried the simplicity of a rural woman.

"Auntie, are you Zhuang Hongmei?" Zhang Qianxiu tried to ask.

Zhuang Hongmei was also looking at Zhang Qianxiu and Su Yuwei. From a distance, she saw these two young people staying in front of her house: "Who are you?"

Zhang Qianxiu casually scorned and said: "My brother and Kong Zhiwen are comrades in arms. When Kong Zhiwen sacrificed his life, he gave my brother something and asked my brother to pass it on to you."

Zhang Qianxiu's excuse was not bad. It would be impossible to lie to an official staff member and send a large sum of money directly.

When Zhuang Hongmei heard her son's name, her hands trembled slightly, and her voice suddenly became a little choked: "Oh..., where is your brother? Is it okay? Sit in the house!"

Zhang Qianxiu followed Zhuang Hongmei into the house, thought for a moment, and said, "My brother...sacrificed."

"Huh?" Zhuang Hongmei's eyes flushed at hearing: "Good boy, bitter boy..., just pity these parents."

With that, Zhuang Hongmei's tears flowed and she wiped her tears with her sleeve: "Sit down, and I will pour you water."

The back of Zhuang Hongmei that Zhang Qianxiu looked at was still touched in his heart. Kong Zhiwen was actually a good person, but for various reasons, he couldn't look back at his mother, and her mother was indeed a good mother.

While Zhuang Hongmei was going to pour water, Zhang Qianxiu looked around the house.

The house is not bad. It should have been built in the past few years. On the shrine, there is also a photo frame. On the side is a black and white photo of Kong Zhiwen wearing a military uniform. In the middle are two elderly people. In the past, there was a middle-aged man. Photo.

"It seems like the aunt is alone in the house. I just looked at the clothes drying outside, only the aunt's." Su Yuwei whispered.

Zhang Qianxiu's heart sank. If this is the case, then Zhuang Hongmei's life is indeed too difficult.

Soon, Zhuang Hongmei came out with two bowls of water: "I'm sorry, there are no cups at home, and there are usually very few people here."

Zhang Qianxiu and Su Yuwei both took the water with both hands: "It's okay, we are also in the countryside. Sometimes we drink water with a scoop."

The two took a sip of water. Because there was no coffee table, they could only carry the bowl. Zhang Qianxiu brought the bag and put it in front of Zhuang Hongmei: "Auntie, look, all the things inside are left by Kong Zhiwen. Yes, there is another letter."

"Hmm... let me see!" Zhuang Hongmei trembling hands, opened the bag, and was shocked when he saw the hundreds of thousands of dollars in it: "Did you make a mistake? So much money?"

"That's right, we came here from TJ County deliberately, we found it along the address, and there is no second person named Kong Zhiwen in your village!" Of course Zhang Qianxiu can be sure that the picture of Kong Zhiwen on the shrine is still there. there.

"He...Where did he get so much money?" Zhuang Hongmei still had some unbelief: "Don't confuse me."

"We fool you, and won't send you money over!" Zhang Qianxiu explained helplessly.

"But where did he get the money?" Zhuang Hongmei was still a little puzzled.

Zhang Qianxiu shook his head: "Then I don't know. Anyway, it's for you. Just keep it."

"This... I don't worry about this money, or... Give it to the official! Let them handle it." Zhuang Hongmei asked tentatively.

Zhang Qianxiu was a little confused this time. Looking at Zhuang Hongmei’s situation, it’s not bad, but it’s definitely not a good place to go. Seeing so much money, I don’t want to put it away, but I want to give it to the government. This...this consciousness , Zhang Qianxiu was also speechless.

"Auntie, this is for you. You gave it to the official. Didn't that disappoint Kong Zhiwen's kindness?" Zhang Qianxiu said.

Zhuang Hongmei thought for a while, then looked up and said: "Their family, three generations of soldiers, my father-in-law, after coming back, he was disabled! He died after a few years, and later Zhiwen's father went to the army and went to the battlefield. He didn't come back, only a set of clothes and a letter; Zhiwen did the same."

"I have been blessed by them. The government will give me money and rice every year, and give me tax-free. I will never worry about eating and drinking in my whole life. No matter what the source of the money is, I... I don't want to shame them. If it is time for people to know, I am afraid that others will make irresponsible remarks."

Zhang Qianxiu and Su Yuwei were both stunned.

They did not expect that the three generations of Kong Zhiwen's family were Zhongliang, and they were all "sacrificed."