Yao Yiyao looked down at the clingy chubby cat, hesitated for two seconds: "It is quite tiring..."
Half an hour later, the dinner table was the stage for a few old n.
Yao Haikuo boasted: "This morning I was playing gas at Brother Yang’s rural tourism spot, you know King of Fighters 97? I dominated the entire place!"
Lou Rui scoffed: "Your skills can dominate the entire place? I can beat you three tis!"
"Hey, if you’re not convinced, let’s have a match at the rural tourism spot after dinner?" Yao Haikuo invited.
"Sure, I’m in!" Lou Rui agreed imdiately.
Listening in, Yao Yiyao found it amusing. She had heard her dad ntion that Uncle Lou is the Executive Deputy Director of Public Security in Yuzhou, a deputy-level official, yet he surprisingly likes to play gas.
However, this also proves the value of friendship.
Previously, her ancestral grave was blown up by the Wu Brothers, her mom asked her dad to seek Uncle Lou’s help, but her dad refused, because the Wu Brothers have a powerful backer who happens to be Uncle Lou’s imdiate superior.
’My dad values friendship so much, maybe he really plans to match them up...’ Yao Yiyao worried.
Yao Haikuo raised his glass: "Back in the day, Little Guan was among those who played gas with us, but he didn’t want to play. I gave him two Ga Coins, and he died as soon as he went up, hahaha!"
Upon hearing this, Huang Guan smiled and also raised his glass: "I can’t play, Mr. Yao, I toast you!"
With these words, Yao Haikuo’s expression changed, while Lou Rui shook his head quietly.
After three rounds of drinks, as the dinner party ca to an end, Huang Guan took his leave to depart. Yao Haikuo noticed the gift on the ground was Wuliangye, which absolutely counts as a heavy gift given Huang Guan’s family’s financial conditions.
So, he pointed to the gift on the ground: "Xiao Guan, take your stuff with you."
Huang Guan candidly said: "How can that be, you often treated to snacks during school, I’ve always rembered it in my heart!"
Yao Haikuo said indifferently: "Back then my family bought too many things, I couldn’t finish eating them each ti, it was just right to bring them to you so they weren’t wasted! It was no favor!"
After a round of pushing back and forth, Huang Guan couldn’t give the gift away, so he had to take it ho.
From start to finish, Yao Yiyao did not hear a single word about matchmaking.
On the way ho, cold wind blew fiercely. Riding a motorcycle, Huang Guan sighed in many ways: "Zhuzi, back when your Uncle Yao was in school, he brought delicious food every day, I couldn’t bear to eat it, I’d hide it all and bring it ho for your little aunt to eat..."
"Little aunt..." Huang Yuzhu reflected. In his mory, his little aunt excelled in academics from a young age, later got into university, then went abroad to study, eventually moving overseas, and hasn’t returned for years, now is a person from a different world than theirs.
His father gave the best to his little aunt since she was young, yet ultimately, the result was so.
Huang Guan recalled his younger sister in her childhood, he gradually fell silent, finally saying: "Zhuzi, when you succeed in the future, treat your Uncle Yao’s family well."
Huang Yuzhu grinned with a simple smile: "Definitely."
At the intersection, Huang Guan dropped off his son and took up the two bottles of Wuliangye to see if he could return them.
Huang Yuzhu walked on the way ho and saw his little sister standing in front of the iron gate.
On this side of the iron gate was the old rundown area, opposite the iron gate was a brand new community with a children’s play area, where many kids in new clothes chased around playing with fireworks and firecrackers.
His little sister excelled in academics, his dad says, as good as his aunt.
"Little sister!" Huang Yuzhu shouted.
The little girl turned around: "Brother Zhuzi."
Huang Yuzhu patted his pockets, determined: "Let’s go, I’ll take you shopping!"
The little girl was excited: "Really, brother?"
Her family was always stingy and frugal.
"Absolutely." Huang Yuzhu led the way in front.
Arriving at the store, Huang Yuzhu scanned the dazzling array of small items and waved his hand: "Pick whatever you like, your brother will pay!"
His little sister’s eyes lit up, she picked a small box of Fairy Wand: "It’s enough, brother."
Upon seeing this, Huang Yuzhu put the Fairy Wand down and adamantly said: "Not buying this!"
His sister’s expression faltered; had she violated so rule?
Why give her hope only to quash it?
The next second, Huang Yuzhu picked up a big box of fairy wood stick: "Buy this big one."
The little girl almost jumped with excitent: "Okay, brother!"
Huang Yuzhu, looking at his little sister’s happy smile, also showed a simple smile.
...
River dam.
After Mr. Qian’s dinner table was overturned, there was nothing to eat, the friends he invited excused themselves one by one.
Mr. Qian beca a solitary man.
But the humiliation suffered today was truly excessive; ranking the enemies in his heart, first was Dongdong, second was Ba Wang, and only then ca Jiang Ning and the others.
The grudge against Dongdong, he temporarily cannot repay, but the grudge against Ba Wang, he must avenge today!
Mr. Qian prepared to open a session of rituals. After tidying up the table, he took out couplet paper from his ho, then brought a brush and ink to start writing Spring Festival couplets.
As the most talented person at the river dam, every New Year, Mr. Qian would write Spring Festival couplets for each household.
Butcher Zhang, waking up from a nap, saw Mr. Qian writing couplets, quickly moved a small stool to watch: "Old Qian, you’re writing late this year!"
Mr. Qian did not speak, holding the brush, he continued writing: [Brush strokes like dragons and snakes in wind and rain, poems are splendid and illuminate the universe]
The horizontal inscription: Overflowing talent
Butcher Zhang clapped and exclaid: "Good good good, what a display of overflowing talent!"
Looking at the flowing and seamless handwriting on the red paper, he truly couldn’t get enough!
Butcher Zhang remarked: "Wow, this writing is really beautiful, even I find it appealing!"
Mr. Qian, a master, smiled.
Butcher Zhang rubbed his hands: "Old Qian, let’s discuss sothing, could you let write a few strokes?"
Mr. Qian side-eyed him, this butcher is clearly a coarse person, yet he insists on pretending to have refined tastes, truly the epito of vulgarity.
Mr. Qian did not want to waste brushes and ink, he refused: "You can’t learn it."
Butcher Zhang was not happy with this: "Why can’t I learn it? Look at how skilled I am at slaughtering pigs; if I start learning now, I guarantee I’ll be better than you!"
Mr. Qian sneered: "If you had this talent earlier, you wouldn’t have ended up slaughtering pigs."
Today he chatted with old friends, one who teaches at a vocational college said that nowadays so vocational college students are very diligent, attend classes attentively, and take notes seriously. Mr. Qian scoffed; so passionate about studying, yet ended up in vocational college?
Butcher Zhang, feeling criticized, was dissatisfied; yet as soone unrefined, in front of cultured people he feels a mysterious sense of ’admiration’, unable to refute imdiately.
A flash of light in Mr. Qian’s eyes: "However, I appreciate your interest, as the Saint says, education knows no class distinctions."
"Alright then, you can give it a try!"
Butcher Zhang was overjoyed; today he could finally soak up so cultural air.
He picked up the brush, quickly scribbled and brushed, writing like so sort of goblin scribbles.
Even Butcher Zhang himself couldn’t stand it.
Yet, Mr. Qian, seeing it, surprisingly exclaid: "Good good good, Brother Zhang, I didn’t realize you have your own style!"
Butcher Zhang was bewildered: "What do you an?"
Mr. Qian paced back and forth, muttering: "Like, like, too much alike!"
Butcher Zhang was puzzled: "Alike what? Speak up!"
Mr. Qian suddenly fixed his gaze on him: "Your handwriting really resembles soone else, nad Zheng Banqiao, a famous ancient calligrapher, known as one of the Yangzhou Eight Eccentrics!"
Butcher Zhang sat upright, listening intently.
Mr. Qian began to make things up: "Zheng Banqiao’s handwriting doesn’t differ much from yours; because he was never enlightened, it’s rumored that even in sleep he kept gesturing with his hands!"
"He had a liking for dog at; one day his dog died, in grief he tearfully ate the dog. After the al, he picked up a pen to write an elegy for the dog, unexpectedly forming his own style, transforming into a master!"
Mr. Qian boasted without a hint of panic, his face unchanged.
Butcher Zhang was amazed: "Is that true?"
Mr. Qian didn’t answer, his eyes involuntarily shifted to the big wolfhound sunbathing at the door.
Butcher Zhang followed his gaze and similarly noticed Ba Wang.
Ba Wang was initially at peace, suddenly felt a chill all over.
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