Ni Yinghong has always liked to use actions to express her love for the people around her, and the same is true for Chu Heng.
For example, last night's squats, such as this morning's dumplings.
She has always been a sleepy person, even more so after giving birth, but today in order to make a few dumplings for her husband with her own hands, even though she knew that Yang Guizhi could make them herself, she still got up with her tired body.
"Look after the child. I'll call you when the meal is ready."
"become."
After putting on her shoes and getting off the ground, she took the rare initiative to bend down, and turned her attachment and reluctance into a kiss on her husband's cheek. Ni Yinghong hurried out of the room and went to the kitchen.
"Puff puff puff!"
Chu Zhile, who was lying in his father's arms, was blowing bubbles from his mouth, staring at Chu Heng with his dark eyes unblinking, as if he wanted to carve him into his heart, and was worried that he would forget this face when they meet again.
"Hey, look what I'm doing? Are you reluctant to leave your father?"
Chu Heng lowered his head and kissed his daughter's face again and again, feeling a touch of separation sadness in his heart.
If possible, he really doesn't want to leave Sijiucheng, leave his wife, and leave his daughter. But as an adult, a man who shoulders many things, most of the time he can't help himself.
After coaxing her daughter for a while, Ni Yinghong quickly left and came back. She had just finished making dumplings, and she didn't even have time to wipe off the bit of flour on her forehead, so she hurried back to find her husband: "The child hasn't slept yet? Show me.
Come on, go wash your face and brush your teeth. The dumplings are already in the pot and will be ready soon."
"Sigh." Chu Heng got up hurriedly and took the washing tools to the bathroom. After a while, he came out and happened to see Yang Guizhi coming from the front yard carrying a plate of steaming, white and plump dumplings.
When she saw him, she hurriedly greeted him: "Hurry up, come and eat as soon as you put your things back."
"Right away." Chu Heng quickly quickened his pace, put back his things and immediately went to the main room.
Yang Guizhi was setting the table. There was a plate of dumplings on the table, as well as a vinegar bottle, chopsticks, pickles, and a few garlic cloves peeled off and placed in a bowl.
"You eat first, and I'll get you a bowl of dumpling soup." After pouring the vinegar on, she hurried out of the room.
Chu Heng came to the dining table and sat down. He took a dumpling, dipped it in some vinegar and bit into half of it. After swallowing two mouthfuls, he ate the other half. The dumplings were made of mutton and carrot. The elder sister, who usually had half vegetables and half meat, was very willing to add meat today.
The fillings of the dumplings turned into meat balls, and the flavor filled your mouth.
After eating three or four meals in a row, Ni Yinghong came over with her child in her arms and sat beside him to talk a few words. Yang Guizhi also came back with a large bowl of dumpling soup.
"Are the dumplings delicious? Is the filling salty?"
"It's delicious, not salty, just right. If you ask me to make dumplings from now on, I'll put more meat in it. Don't pick and choose. If you don't have it, let Du San deliver it. He has the connections and it doesn't cost anything to get the meat."
"Nonsense, why don't you spend money?"
"He said it himself"
"Then you believe it too."
While talking, the plate of dumplings was quickly finished, and it was time to set off.
"It's almost time, it's time to go." Chu Heng gulped down the dumpling soup in the bowl, wiped his mouth and got up, going back to the house to get his luggage.
"I'll get it for you."
Yang Guizhi hurriedly followed, picked up the heaviest one from the three large boxes of luggage, and walked to the front yard with Ni Yinghong, who was holding the child, and Chu Heng.
"Be safe when you go out and keep your temper."
"knew."
"Try to come back as soon as possible. If possible, write a letter or send a telegram home... Better write a letter. I heard that sending a telegram abroad is much more expensive."
"Hey, if I don't need that little money, I, the God of Wealth, will go out and have no money to spend?"
"Then don't cause trouble."
Amid the nagging instructions from the two girls, they gradually left the backyard.
In the wing room, Qin Jingru secretly looked at the back figure that haunted her through the gap in the curtains, sending her lover off in this unique way.
She, who had always been very measured, had actually woken up a long time ago, but she didn't dare to come out, for fear that she might reveal something she shouldn't when sending Chu Heng off, thus destroying this peaceful and comfortable little home.
After a while, Chu Heng came out of the courtyard.
One of Du San'er's brothers came over early to wait.
"Master Chu, sister-in-law, eldest sister."
Seeing them coming out, he immediately greeted them and stepped forward. He first took the box from Yang Guizhi and put it on the ground behind the butt of the car. Then he took the box from Chu Heng's hand. After he took out the key and opened the trunk, he stuffed it all in.
After putting away his luggage, Chu Heng threw the keys to the young man, walked over to his wife, bowed his head and kissed her, who was already yawning and looking a little sleepy.
"You guys take care of yourselves, I'll try to come back as soon as possible."
"You too, don't worry about it at home."
"Well, let's go."
Unable to resist kissing Chu Zhile again, Chu Heng turned around and got into the back seat of the car. The young man drove him out of Banchang Alley and went to the scrapyard where Cen Hao was.
Around 5:30, Volga drove straight from the small path behind the scrapyard to the hut where Cen Hao lived.
At this time, the genius was dim and dim, and the lights were on in the hut.
"Tu tu tu tu!"
When the car stopped, Chu Heng got out of the car, and Cen Hao opened the door and came out.
Big leather shoes, black suit, looks like a human or a dog.
"Master Chu!" He, who had been thinking about the colorful world outside, grinned, and his whole body was full of excitement.
Then Dou Laodao also came out from behind him and greeted with a smile: "Here you go, Xiao Chu."
"Hey, Master Dao, why do you get up so early?"
"I didn't sleep at all. Yesterday, someone bought dog meat in Pigeon Market. I bought two dog legs and stewed them. I drank with those boys until dawn."
"Hey! You are really successful." Chu Heng looked at him and said he was already ninety-five. He never left his hand on cigarettes and wine, and would drink with others until midnight. However, he was still in high spirits. Dou Laodao, who had white hair and a childish face, suddenly understood.
For one reason, there seems to be little relationship between longevity and health preservation...
After chatting for a few more words, Chu Heng took out a suitcase containing disguise tools from the trunk and pulled Cen Hao into the back room. It only took him less than half an hour to change his appearance as he became more and more proficient in his skills.
He and Cen Hao came out.
Then they said goodbye to Dou Laodao and left the scrapyard in a car.
Before seven o'clock, the group arrived at the Ministry of Foreign Affairs.
After gathering together Jiang Fanghao, Che Xiaobao, and Qian Jiefang, who were going to Hong Kong Island this time, they sneaked in to cover up their trip under the blessing eyes of Meng Huazhi, Qian Ding and others who had come over early.
Purpose, a specially formed inspection group set off on this bus.
At around nine o'clock in the morning, a plane took off into the sky.
Chu Heng sat at the window seat, holding a Chinese cigarette issued by the stewardess in his mouth, looking at the blue sky and white clouds outside the window, thinking about Han Yunwen's mother and son who were far away in Hong Kong Island, and a series of plans for his trip.
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He had a lot of things to do on this trip, but the two most important ones were selling wine, and he also had to go to France to get back the national treasure in Bensamin's hands.
The former has a plan in advance, while the latter depends on the situation. It's best if he can fight without losing any blood. If it doesn't work, he doesn't mind stealing. If it doesn't work, he will rob. In short, he must get it.
