On the fourth day of the Lunar New Year, his parents mentioned that they would come to pay New Year greetings, so they did not go out on that day.
However, after playing for a few minutes, he became impatient. He raised his ears to listen to the reaction from downstairs. When he heard laughter and laughter coming from downstairs, he smiled coldly and immediately got up and got down.
Go upstairs.
My godmother, I wish you a happy New Year!" Zhou Zhilan called her sweetly as soon as she walked in. Bai Suxin hadn't seen her goddaughter for a while, so she was naturally very happy and came out with candy while greeting her.
Yidu saw the slender figure with a ponytail at the corner of his head. He immediately slowed down and put on a lukewarm expression. When he went downstairs, Zhou Jianguo saw him and asked with a smile, "Young Master
Cong didn’t go out to pay New Year greetings today?” [
Qiba Yiqiang suspected that Qiu Xi hated going out the most, and she expected him to go and pay New Year greetings." Bai Suxin responded with a smile.
Although Yiduqiuxia Chui Street Critic Yanyao is normally cold-hearted, today he nodded politely to greet others and greeted others obediently.
When Yi Rong commented that he said "Happy New Year", she awkwardly didn't look at him. She just whispered "Happy New Year" in a low voice, then lowered her head and pretended to eat seriously.
A few adults were sitting in the living room chatting. Bai Suxin saw that her goddaughter was a little bored, so she greeted her, "Shaocong, please take Lanlan to your room to play on the computer, and you can listen to our chat."
It’s boring.”
He couldn't find a chance to provoke Zhou Zhilan. He was a little unwilling, so he kept sitting patiently. When he heard his mother's words, he stood up suddenly and looked at Zhou Zhilan, "You are playing on the computer.
What?"
"Ga'an..." Zhou Zhilan reacted in a panic, waving her hands repeatedly, "No, no, no, I'll just watch TV, it's good." She said and pointed to the TV that was on in the living room, which was playing a program.
New Year's program.
"Lan Lan, you go up and play on the computer. We are chatting and making noise while we sit here, and it will disturb you when you watch TV."
The critic was used to talking nonsense, so she couldn't refuse her mother's words like this, so she had no choice but to follow Ye Shaocong upstairs.
Even if it was like this, it didn't mean that she would go into Ye Shaocong's room. That room had already cast a shadow on her, and she was afraid. So when passing by the study, she suddenly stopped, "Brother Shaocong! Well... I'll go to the study.
Find a book to read, and you can go play on the computer."
Yidu Qiuxian put his hand in the pocket of his sweatpants, his steps were careless and had a sense of wandering. He turned around leisurely, narrowed his handsome eyes, and already understood Zhou Zhilan's thoughts.
The corner of Bad Orangutan's mouth curled up slightly, "My dad's study room is full of books on politics. How to maintain the party's advanced nature and how to put people first... Are you sure you want to read it?" It's not that he doesn't respect the party, but that he doesn't respect the party.
She is an 11-year-old girl. She knows the most about what the Communist Youth League is!
Critic Xin Fengqiu shuddered a little as he suppressed his cold smile, and then said, "It's okay."
Yiduqiu smiled lightly, then turned around and opened the door to the study, "Since you want to see it, go ahead." Anyway, there is a computer in the study.
After entering the study room, Ye Shaocong turned on the computer. Zhou Zhilan wandered around the room alone and found that in addition to books related to the party, her godfather's bookshelf also had a lot of classical literature. She saw a book on the higher bookshelf.
I wanted to take a copy of "Zi Zhi Tong Jian" and read it.
She couldn't reach it by herself. However, it was obviously impossible for her to ask Ye Shaocong. She turned around and looked around the room. When she saw a stool, she ran to move it over and stood on it.
"Bad Qianjin Squatting Hand Urn Mirror" was very heavy and thick. Zhou Zhilan stood on the stool and could barely reach it. However, there were many books on the bookshelf and they were tightly packed. She didn't pull it out for a while, so she tried hard to pull it out again. .
Yidu Qiu Xianliaoye had been observing her when he was moving the stool. Now he saw that she couldn't pull out the book even though she was moaning and groaning, so he had to stand up lazily and come over, sneering, "Why are you so stubborn, girl? Just tell me, why don't I help you get it? After all, we are just babies... Just tell me - "