When Mrs. Jiang San heard this, she naturally had no objections. On the issue of pampering the child, the couple argued with each other: "Of course it is the best. You all listen to the master."
Mr. Jiang San: "So you see, from now on, they can do whatever they want, anyway, we have the bottom line."
Mrs. Jiang San: "I think so too, but I just can't help but want to say a few words." This is a question that comes to mind but cannot be done.
What can Mr. Jiang San say? Madam must have a good heart: "They are all sensible and can understand."
Then Mrs. Jiang San also reflected on herself: "Have I been a bit talkative recently? Will it make them dislike me?"
Master Jiang San: "That's not possible. The children in our family really know the difference. At least they can tell the difference clearly."
Mrs. Jiang San looked at Mr. Jiang San and always felt that she was being connoted: "Do you think I don't have a clue?" You still can't tell the difference between good and bad?
Mr. Jiang San quickly took back his words and almost said the wrong thing accidentally. Madam's thoughts have been a bit difficult to guess recently.
Mr. Jiang San: "That's even more impossible, madam. I think you've just been too nervous recently. You see, we always had to go out for a few months a year. Now for the sake of the future of your children, you
My thoughts are all on them. Madam, I have wronged you because of your husband."
Mrs. Jiang San was so coaxed by Mr. Jiang San that she beamed: "It's not hard, let alone aggrieved. I'm happy no matter what for the sake of the children. Maybe I'm just nervous. I'll nag less."
When Jiang Changxi heard this, he really laughed this time: "Sir, when he was drinking, he never disliked himself so much." Mr. double standard.
Zhou Lan: "The senior students are in a good mood today and are producing excellent works frequently. They also recommended that I change my pen and print these excellent works into a collection of poems."
Jiang Changxi twitched the corner of his mouth, but luckily he still had some brains left, and said to Zhou Lan: "It's been a hard day, I don't dare to despise it."
Jiang Changxi's face looks ugly. He is careful with you for the sake of the child. Where is the child's mother? You don't need to take it seriously and don't need to coax it?
Just say that men will definitely turn into pig hooves sooner or later. Jiang Changxi didn’t want to talk to Zhou Lan anymore.
Zhou Lan immediately went to wash up and shouted at Jiang Changxi: "Don't let our children be wronged."
Zhou Lan looked at his wife's expression. Chang Xi's words were neither cold nor indifferent, which made him feel a little unsure. He said carefully: "It's not all good. There are too many gossips. It's hard to distinguish between true and false. And then I drank too much.
.Drinking is not a good idea, I should drink less in the future.”
Mr. Jiang San: "How can that be nagging? They are earnest instructions, all motherly love. In a few days, my husband will take you to a famous place in the capital for a walk to relax. We won't go far, no.
The children will be left behind."
Jiang Changxi sneered: "I see that you are adapting quite well. You are drunk and tipsy. You scholars, shouldn't you write a hundred poems at this time? Zhou Jinshi has written so many masterpieces."
Whether you drink or not is not for her.
Mrs. Jiang San was particularly happy. There was nothing more gratifying than her husband's understanding.
Mr. Jiang San didn't worry about it. He couldn't compare to his future grandson, so he just had fun with his wife.
The mother-in-law next to Mrs. Jiang San glanced at her husband in a vague way. She was really good at coaxing his wife. Thinking about how her daughter coaxed her, I have to say that between father and daughter, that is a coaxing method passed down from generation to generation.
As expected of a father and daughter.
Jiang Changxi frowned. Not long ago, bad habits started. Men will become big pig's hooves sooner or later.
When Zhou Lan came over, he was already feeling refreshed. He didn't know what he had put on him, but it still smelled good.
By the time Zhou Lan came back, it was already very late and smelled of alcohol.
Then he asked Chang Xi next to him: "Do you also dislike the smell?" He was not too close to Chang Xi. If his wife didn't dislike it, he would move closer.
If he goes out for a day, your husband will definitely be worried at home. Don't neglect your husband because of drinking.
Zhou Lan smiled a little guiltily: "It's not hard at all. We are all scholars. Chatting together is very informative."
Jiang Changxi then asked Zhou Lan: "Have you gone to see Mr.? Mr. is probably worried about you."
Zhou Lan felt relieved. It seemed that his wife had let him go, and it would be better not to be too indulgent in the future. His wife was not very good-tempered, and Zhou Lan actually knew this.
Mrs. Jiang San forgot everything and talked happily about what she would do when her grandchildren were born.
Mr. Jiang San felt that when they became parents, they were still young and did not think about this many things. Now that they are grandfathers and grandmothers, they have thought more: "Listen to Madam."
But he turned around and said: "Even if it doesn't work, Chang Xi is about to get busy and has a big belly. My uncle is inseparable from people here. Master, let's wait for the next two years. Wait for your grandson.
After I am born, I will accompany you everywhere."
Zhou Lan also laughed: "Maybe the taste of this wine will change after it reaches other people's mouths."
I just don't know if there is anything like red sleeves to add fragrance. Jiang Changxi sniffed, but he didn't smell any powdery smell.
Jiang Changxi nodded, and the scene of a group of raw melons and eggs could be imagined: "This kind of party is really good."
Zhou Lan was not drunk yet and was too confused to see anything, but he stuttered a bit when he spoke: "Why do you look at you with a look of disdain for me?"
Jiang Changxi felt that he might not have such good patience if he was tossing like this every day in the future. Seeing Zhou Lan like this would probably annoy him.
However, when these tricks are used on the lady, the effect is very good.
Jiang Changxi did not chase after anyone and said: "It seems that it is really just a little bit. Will my husband still be very clear in his heart?"
Seeing how arrogant he was, Jiang Changxi didn't even want to talk to him.
Zhou Lan smiled shyly: "I went to see my husband. He disliked me for smelling too much of alcohol."
Jiang Changxi: "No, I definitely don't like it."
When Zhou Lan heard that Chang Xi's tone was wrong, he immediately licked his face and smiled, "Just a little bit, a little bit. I don't have that kind of talent. I don't dare to show my shame."
So if there are really hundreds of poems, just say that these drunken scholars must be very thick-skinned, and they dare to even think about publishing a collection of poems?
Jiang Changxi was a little worried. There were so many scholars, all of them were scheming, so don't let anything happen to you: "Congratulations, husband."
Zhou Lan glanced at his daughter-in-law and still knew what her temper was like: "I refused."
Jiang Changxi felt relieved. He had seen so many TV dramas, in which most of the crimes committed by intellectuals were related to these things that brought fame.
Especially in poetry collections, if any word is not reviewed well, it can turn from a story into a sophistication.