The jeep drove into a gate, and the security guard on guard saluted the driver. Unlike other security guards, their eyes lit up when they saw Zhou Yang. After being carefully interrogated, the person in the back seat was
After identifying the passengers and recording their ID cards, they saluted and allowed the jeep to enter.
Along the way, Zhou Yang saw banks, movie theaters, kindergartens and other facilities. Many people were wearing military uniforms and walked upright, with a natural chill. At the same time, Zhou Yang also saw Song Yiyi, who was not wearing a mask.
It seems that the vegetable basket has just returned from buying vegetables...
The jeep went around the buildings that looked like ordinary residential buildings and came to the end of the hillside. There were three courtyards at the end. The jeep finally stopped in a courtyard on the left.
"Don't be nervous."
"Well, I'm fine."
When getting off the car, Zhou Yang heard An Xiao's voice.
Zhou Yang nodded subconsciously.
But when he saw the courtyard, he felt very complicated.
It is impossible not to be nervous. Zhou Yang is not a fool. The people living in this courtyard can definitely make most of China tremble with just three stomps.
Zhou Yang followed An Xiao and walked in, feeling his heartbeat speeding up slightly.
He didn't know why An Xiao brought him to this place.
Even along the way, An Xiao didn't say anything to him, only that he would know when he got there.
The moment he walked into the courtyard, he seemed to have returned to the day when he left China for the first time and arrived in Berlin feeling confused and uneasy.
Everything is full of mystery, unknown, and uneasiness...
The courtyard is very quiet and planted with flowers and plants. It seems to be no different from the courtyard in Zhou Yang's perception?
Apart from being cleaner, except for a few armed guards standing at the door...
This is An Xiao’s home!
Such an idea suddenly appeared in Zhou Yang's mind.
The first time he came to visit, although he was wearing a suit and looked quite formal, he didn't seem to buy any gifts...
But what can you buy as a gift?
For a family of Mr. An’s level, I’m afraid it’s not appropriate to buy something like “New Gai Zhong Gai” or “Melatonin” by yourself.
Wouldn't that be rude?
"Proud and arrogant laughs at thousands of waves"
Hot blood is better than red sunlight
Courage is like iron and bone is like fine steel
A broad mind and a far-sighted vision..."
Just when Zhou Yang was thinking wildly, he suddenly heard a familiar voice.
That was the song "A man should strengthen himself" that he sang in "The Grandmaster".
"Grandpa, we are here."
Immediately afterwards, Zhou Yang saw An Xiao stop. Looking along An Xiao's gaze, Zhou Yang saw an old man in simple clothes bending over and turning over the ground with a hoe.
Zhou Yang took a look and saw that there were bitter melon seedlings, sweet potato seedlings, carrots...
These are vegetables for April and May.
"Yes." The old man stood up slightly and turned around, looking at Zhou Yang: "Can you grow vegetables?"
Zhou Yang was stunned for a moment, not expecting the old man to suddenly ask him this question, but he still nodded: "Yes."
"Come and work, the tools are nearby."
"Oh, okay."
Zhou Yang nodded subconsciously, then took the hoe and silently helped the old man work.
The old man doesn't talk much, but he doesn't look fierce, but rather kind. He doesn't have a murderous aura in his nature, and his eyes want to make several transparent holes in people, as described in some novels.
Feel.
Zhou Yang glanced at the large vegetable field, then at the sweet potato seedlings, then picked up the hoe and hesitated: "Well, grandpa, how about I plow the sweet potato field first?"
"Okay, quite skilled."
The old man nodded. When he saw Zhou Yang skillfully picking up the hoe and hoeing the ground, his face showed a bit of surprise, and then he smiled slightly.
"I used to do it a lot when I was little..."
Zhou Yang smiled naively.
Whether it is Zhou Yang in the original world or Zhou Yang in this world, he did a lot of farm work when he was a child.
During the hard days of working as an electrician, Zhou Yang even wanted to open a piece of land on the side of the road to grow some vegetables, if his landlord hadn't strongly opposed it.
One afternoon.
Weeding, clearing the ground, planting sweet potato seedlings, fertilizing...
Zhou Yang and the old man were both busy in their respective fields. Except for the unspeakable embarrassment of the song "Men Should Be Strong" playing over and over from the speakers not far away, Zhou Yang did not feel any other discomfort.
On the contrary, he enjoyed the feeling of sweating, especially the muddy feeling of his feet on the ground, which made him feel peaceful like never before.
It wasn't until the sun set that the old man stood up and looked at the sweet potatoes and carrots planted by Zhou Yang with satisfaction: "You can't tell, you are good at beating people, you are good at singing, you are good at making movies... you are also good at work.
Well, haha."
The old man's smile was hearty and it was very comfortable to listen to.
"Grandpa, I actually, actually..." Zhou Yang originally thought that since he had been in the entertainment industry for so long, his face was not as thick as the city wall, but it should not be much worse. However, he did not expect that Zhou Yang's face turned red when the old man made such a joke.
When I got up, I even felt a little bit embarrassed.
"Haha, young man, don't be so nervous. Don't wear clothes like this next time you come over. It won't work well..." The old man looked at Zhou Yang's appearance and burst into laughter: "Are you hungry?"
"Kind of."
"I heard you can cook?"
"know a little."
"good."
Zhou Yang looked at his suit and found that the sleeves of his suit were torn, and his trousers and leather shoes were muddy and stained with layers of soil, making him look a little embarrassed.
In fact, if Tang Xiao hadn't deliberately told Zhou Yang to dress more handsomely and formally, Zhou Yang would not have worn a suit at all.
When Zhou Yang put the hoes and tools away, the sound of a jeep came from outside the house again. Then Zhou Yang looked up and saw Tang Xiao and An Zhibin walking in carrying gifts.
When Tang Xiao saw Zhou Yang's embarrassed look, he was immediately surprised. Then he looked at the old man, and his original smile instantly became a little restrained: "Hello, Grandpa An."
Although An Zhibin had a cold face in front of Zhou Yang, when he saw the old man, he stood at attention respectfully: "Grandpa."
"Well, it's Xiao Tang, Zhibin, come in quickly, the meal should be ready soon... Xiao Zhou, go wash up and get ready for dinner."
"Oh, okay grandpa, brother Zhibin, sister Tang Xiao..." Zhou Yang smiled naively after seeing Tang Xiao and An Zhibin.
Tang Xiao nodded with a smile on his face, while An Zhibin glanced at Zhou Yang in response.
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Tang Xiao is a person who knows how to get things done. After coming in, he has been busy in and out of the kitchen diligently.
Zhou Yang and An Zhibin were sitting on the side, in a very subtle and awkward state.
One didn't know what to say, and the other felt there was nothing to say.
An Xiao was sitting not far away from Zhou Yang, writing something, which seemed to be some documents from the department.
Not long after Tang Xiao entered, he walked out as if he had thought of something.
"Xiao Zhou, it suddenly occurred to me that you seem to be quite skilled, right?"
"ah?"
"Why don't you show off your skills?"
After seeing Tang Xiao's eyes, Zhou Yang was confused at first, then subconsciously stood up and walked towards the kitchen immediately.
When he walked into the kitchen, Tang Xiao lowered his voice and looked a little weird.
"You came empty-handed?"
"Sorry..." Zhou Yang was so embarrassed that he wanted to find a hole in the ground and crawl into it.
"Remember, you must buy a gift next time you come in. No matter whether the gift is expensive or not, Chinese people pay attention to courtesy... By the way, didn't I remember telling you to be formal?"
"I, Miss Tang, I thought Mr. An was going to take me to see some leader..."
Things like human nature and sophistication have never been what Zhou Yang is good at.
Even if I've been in the industry for nearly two years, it's almost the same.
Moreover, the key thing is that An Xiao didn't tell him that she wanted to buy a gift, let alone meet her grandfather.
If I had told you earlier, Zhou Yang would definitely bring something over...
But Zhou Yang thought about it carefully and felt that something was not right. He was not in a relationship and meeting his parents. What kind of situation would this be today?
Zhou Yang was quite puzzled. After thinking about it for a long time, he was still a little confused.
"This is much more powerful than ordinary leaders. Forget it, let's work and come up with your specialty dishes. By the way, do you know how to use a wood stove?"
"Will do."
Zhou Yang nodded, looked at the wood stove next to the kitchen, and couldn't help but rub his hands.
This thing...
Long time no see.
I really miss it.
An hour later, the sun set.
Zhou Yang placed plates of dishes on the table.
Many dishes are Zhou Yang's specialties.
"Haha, we are here just in time. Lao Yang, come on, sit down and have a drink with the juniors today..."
"Ah, Chief, this is inappropriate, I have other things to do..."
"Don't worry, sir. Sit down. I will approve your leave today. There are no outsiders here..."
"Thank you, chief!"
outside the house.
The old man walked in with another old man who had scars on his face and lost one hand.
The old man named Lao Yang couldn't resist the warm welcome, and finally nodded and sat down.
The old man laughed.
"Sit, sit, sit down. Just have a meal. Don't make it so formal. Your grandma is not here either. Lao Yang and I will have a drink. No one is allowed to gossip!"
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Zhou Yang sat in the corner.
He is actually rather afraid of this kind of situation.
Slightly restrained.
"Mr. An, why are you looking for me..." Zhou Yang didn't understand the situation and finally looked at An Xiao.
"I want you to help write a script." An Xiao glanced at Zhou Yang and said this lightly after seeing Zhou Yang's uneasy expression.
"What script should I write?"
script?
Zhou Yang glanced at the room, then at An Zhibin, Tang Xiao, An Xiao's grandfather and the old man named Lao Yang.
"Eat first, and then talk after eating."
"Xiao Zhou, what are you whispering about? Come on, drink this glass of wine."
At this moment, Zhou Yang saw the old man looking at him with a smile, and then handed him a wine glass.