msmithbooks Chapter 29
Chapter 29
It snowed a little this morning, which is rare in Nancheng, and the temperature outside is a bit freezing.
Fang Jin let out a little breath, half of his face was wrapped in a soft beige scarf, and he looked out curiously, like a child who went out for a spring outing with his parents for the first time.
The heater was turned on in the car, and after a while his whole body felt a little smoky, and he pressed his face against the car window in a dizzy state, and was frightened by the cold.
The car was driving smoothly, and Jiang Huai glanced at it from the corner of his eye from time to time, and after a while, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and he said with a smile: "How old are you?"
Fang Zhen buried his face in the scarf a little embarrassedly, and leaned back obediently.
Jiang Huai knew that he was nervous, so she smiled and said: "My mother doesn't eat people, it's just a matter of having a meal together, it's just..."
As she said that, she couldn't help but feel a little bad, deliberately prolonging the tone and said slowly: "It's just about Jiang Le, she hasn't found a chance to thank you properly, this time I probably won't let you go."
Fang Yi became more anxious when he heard the words, and kept tugging at the little hairball in his hand.
His experience in getting along with his elders was too limited, just thinking about what to say later, he became uncontrollably tense.
When Jiang Huai glanced at the little fur ball in his hand, he gasped for breath.
The first time he found out that Fang Zhen was wearing this ugly thing, he was disgusted and resisted. Fang Zhen had no choice but to sew a fluffy coat for this bumpy ball. After that, Jiang Huai reluctantly accepted its love. exist.
The two set off after taking a nap, and arrived soon after half an hour's drive.
As soon as the two entered the door, Du Wei heard the movement from the living room, hurriedly greeted them, and said with a smile: "It can be regarded as coming."
Fang Yu smiled cautiously, and whispered, "Hello, Auntie."
"Hey," Du Wei smiled, and helped him hang the scarf he took off on the wall, and said warmly, "It's so cold outside, is it freezing?"
Du Wei's just-right warmness eased his tension a little, and she shook her head slightly and said, "It's not very cold."
"That's good," Du Wei led the people to the living room, "Sit down first and take a breath."
Jiang Huai handed the tea in his hand to the butler to put it away, and sat down beside Fang Zhen. Before his ass was warm, the butler came over and called him.
"Mister knows you're back, so let you go up and say a few words."
"I see."
Before he got up, he touched Fang Zhen's hand resting on his lap calmly, and said in a low voice, "Just chat with my mother casually, I'll be back soon."
After all, it was in front of the elders, Fang Zhen retracted his hands in a bit of embarrassment, and nodded.
Jiang Huai just got up, and when he got up, he happened to meet Jiang Le going downstairs, the two looked at each other, and Jiang Le quietly gestured "Don't worry" to him.
Jiang Xing is busy with work on weekdays, and in his free time, he always likes to stay in the study and write a few words for peace of mind.
Just as the rice paper was being flattened and pressed on the desk, Jiang Huai opened the door and walked in, consciously standing aside to help him grind the ink.
Jiang Xing glanced at him, but didn't speak.
The two father and son hadn't seen each other for a long time, and Jiang Xing was not a chatterbox, so the atmosphere was quiet for a while, with one choosing a brush and one studying ink, the atmosphere was also very quiet.
After a while, the brush was soaked with ink, Jiang Xing lifted the brush and hung it on his wrist, and wrote a stroke on the paper steadily, with sharp strokes and hidden momentum.
It wasn't until he put away the pen that Jiang Xing raised his head and glanced at his son, whom he hadn't seen for a long time, "He has a good temperament."
For Jiang Xing, this is considered satisfactory.
When he was young, Jiang Huai had a violent temper, and he had a good ability every day, and Jiang Xing, the only one in the Jiang family, could control him.However, the old man is not at home all year round, so he can't take care of it, so every time he steps into the house, he must sneak away to the study room, throw down a tube of brushes and a stack of rice paper, and said indifferently: "Raise your temper."
I don't know if my temper has been raised well, but the way of grinding is better.
Jiang Xing was looking down at the words, and suddenly said, "You are 26 this year, is there anyone who looks good outside?"
Jiang Huai froze for a moment, then smiled, "Why are you starting to care about this today?"
No wonder Jiang Huai was puzzled, Jiang Xing was strict and reticent by nature, and he couldn't rub any sand in his eyes. Fortunately, the discipline of his children was relatively loose, and he basically had a free-ranging attitude. I haven't asked about Jiang Huai's love life yet.
Jiang Xing only took one look at him and knew seven or eight points, "Is this true?"
Jiang Huai nodded, "I can't hide it from you."
Jiang Huai was getting old, and sooner or later he was going to start a family. Jiang Xing knew that his discipline was not enough in the past, and he always wanted to raise some points on this point, so he couldn't help but say a few more words, "If you have what you want, be serious about it. People, you are lazy, but if you dare to make fun of others with this kind of thing, be careful and I will break your legs."
Jiang Huai nodded, "Understood."
When the father and son went downstairs, dumplings were already being made at the dining table in full swing.
Seeing the two of them going downstairs, Du Wei raised her thin eyebrows, "You two slackers, are you willing to come down after hiding upstairs?"
Jiang Huai didn't dare to respond, and sat down next to Fang Jin silently.
Jiang Xing, on the other hand, just walked to the table, and said in a muffled voice, "Come here."
Before Du Wei could make a sound, he had already consciously turned around and washed his hands.
After not seeing each other for a while, Jiang Huai wanted to whisper something to someone, so as soon as she took a piece of dough in her hand, she quickly approached Fang Zhen's ear, and whispered, "Look at me."
The hot air sprayed into his ears, Fang Zhen felt a little hot, but he still turned his head obediently to look over.
Jiang Huai wanted to show off his skills, so he filled in the trap and quickly made a rather rare trick.
Fang Zhen's eyes widened slightly. In his memory, only grandpa's hands could be so dexterous. With one squeeze and one pinch, the round, fat dumpling quickly took shape.
Seen by Fang Zhen's admiring eyes, Jiang Huai almost went to the sky, and after a while, he made five or six dumplings of different styles, then stopped, and whispered: "Is it serious?"
Fang Yuan nodded obediently.
Jiang Huai's heart moved, and she was thinking about coaxing Fang Zhen to praise herself, but Du Wei suddenly said, "What are you whispering? Let me listen too."
If Fang Ping were a rabbit, his hair would have been blown into a ball by now, and in a blink of an eye, the rabbit retreated into its nest again, diligently guarding the dough in his hand.
Jiang Huai: "..."
He said helplessly, "I taught Fang Ping how to make dumplings."
Du Wei rolled her eyes when she heard the words, "You still learned those tricks from your father the year before last, and you can't be ranked if you want to teach them."
As he said that, he turned to look at Jiang Xing, "Here's a powerful one, pinch... a pig."
Jiang Xing was not dissatisfied at all. Hearing this, he pinched a lifelike chubby pig a few times, and the belly was filled with stuffing, which was very naive.
Jiang Huai: "..."
OK, you are great.
When it was dinner time, the dumplings came out of the pot, and they were fat and white, and they were served on the table halfway through eating.Sprinkled with a little green onion before being served on the table, it is simply tempting to twitch your index finger.
Du Wei filled a bowl for Fang Zhen first, and said with a smile, "Eat and have a look."
Fang Zhen was very embarrassed to ask his elders to stand up and serve him, but the refusal was ineffective, so he had to accept it.
There was a bowl for each person on the table, and when he was eating the third one, he suddenly bit a hard object in his mouth, he was stunned and realized what it was.
He lowered his head and spat out a coin on the paper.
Jiang Le bluffed and yelled, "You have eaten only one coin, Brother Fang, everything will be smooth and your wishes will come true in the new year."
Fang Zhen raised his head subconsciously and glanced at Du Wei, Du Wei smiled at him silently, unnatural heat welled up in his eyes, and he was forced to suppress it, causing his chest to burn hot.
At this time, Jiang Huai's hand under the table gently grabbed him and clasped him tightly silently.
For Fang Jing, this is a wonderful new year.
Instead of staying alone in an old house, envious of a little light exposed by others from the window, he made dumplings, ate dumplings, and even someone held his hand tightly from behind during the New Year's Eve.
When it was close to midnight, Du Wei suddenly pulled him back. Fang Yu was staring blankly, when the other party stuffed a big bulging red envelope into his hand.
She smiled and said, "One for Jiang Huai, one for Jiang Le, and one for you."
"I..." Fang Yan parted his lips, but before he could speak, Jiang Huai accepted it for him first, "Thank you, Mom."
"Thank you..." Du Wei took a serious look at the two of them, "You just need to know what you want to do."
At this moment, Jiang Le yelled outside, "Fireworks are set off, come out and watch!"
Several people went out together, and as the bell rang at zero o'clock, the fireworks that had been set up soared into the sky, blooming brilliantly in the sky.
Fang Yu's clear and handsome face was lit up in the brilliance of the sky. Jiang Huai took two steps closer and took his hand, saying loudly: "Happy New Year!"
It was rare for Fang Yu to smile so happily, his eyes were bright, and the dimples were deeply sunken, as if they had been filled with fine wine for many years, Jiang Huai was about to fall into it in a second.
Taking advantage of the gap between the end of the fireworks round, Jiang Huai looked at him steadfastly, and suddenly called him in a low voice, "Fang Yi."
But Fang Yu opened his mouth before him. He took a step forward amidst the fireworks, and said seriously to Jiang Huai: "I want to spend every new year with you in the future."
The author has something to say:
The amount of sugar in today's serving has exceeded the standard.
In addition, ball storing~
PS: Sorry, these few days may have to be updated every other day.