Of course, Fang Yi was not an official. In terms of life, even ten Fang Yis could not keep up with his uncle. But Fang Guozhong thought of putting down the official pictures and living a leisurely life, and now he felt relaxed.
He stopped, patted his nephew on the shoulder, and asked Fang Yi to take him downstairs to learn horse riding.
At almost twelve o'clock in the evening, Fang Yi returned to the bedroom from the studio. Why so early? That's because not only his mother Yu Qin but also his mother-in-law Li Yunmei were telling him to rest early.
Under the principle of focusing on performance, Fang Yi painted for about two hours less every day and went back to the room earlier, anyway, that was just for the past few days.
Pushing open the bedroom door, Fang Yi took off his shirt and said to Zheng Yuan, who was sitting on the bed with a book in his hand: "Let's go and get the certificate after they leave. Now we can't even
My uncle has been urging me to do this." After saying that, he sat by the bed, took off his shoes, then picked up his slippers and put them on.
"Your marriage proposal was too hasty. Not to mention anything else, you didn't even get a ring!" Zheng Yuan glanced at Fang Yi, then returned her gaze to the book, and read it carefully again.
Seeing Zheng Yuan reading so seriously, Fang Yi stretched out his hand to lift the cover and found a few words written on it: The Eight Parts of the Dragon.
"My uncle mentioned this in the morning, how can I have time to buy it? I'll make up for you tomorrow." After saying that, Fang Yi saw a pen on the bedside table, reached out and grabbed it, took Zheng Yuan's hand, and started to scratch his head
Use a ballpoint pen to start drawing a ring on Zheng Yuan's finger.
Zheng Yuan watched Fang Yi draw on his fingers. The skin where the pen tip touched his fingers felt a little itchy, and he even shrank his hand: "Don't draw. I have to wash it later. Besides, what's the point of drawing a ring?"
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While he was talking, Fang Yi had already completed the ring work. He also drew a picture of a large gemstone, with not only the gemstone but also a few caramels surrounding it.
"What's so good about a real ring? The price has shrunk a bit since the moment you bought it and put it on your hand. The one I painted may have continued to increase in value." After saying this, he kissed and patted the finger he painted.
He got up and went to take a bath.
Zheng Yuan looked at the ring painted on her finger, glanced at it twice and continued reading her novel.
Fang Yi came out of the bathroom after taking a shower. He only had a pair of large trousers on him: "What do you think we are going to do for this banquet?".
When Zheng Yuan heard about hosting a banquet, her eyes immediately widened: "Why do you think of hosting a banquet? This matter is too troublesome!".
"Is there any trouble?" Fang Yi threw the towel in his hand on the chair and started to climb on the bed. After he lifted the quilt and sat down, he started to say: "I have already thought about it. There are only a few people here. When the time comes, we will change
Wouldn’t it be enough to just put some chairs at the door of the house on the wedding beach or something like that?”
"What do you think?" Zheng Yuan put a bookmark on a page in the book in her hand and said to Fang Yi: "Your family has few relatives, but if you want to hold a banquet, see how much your parents' friends and colleagues can calculate for you.
, besides, my family has many more relatives than yours. Although
Of course I don't like them, but as long as you mention hosting a banquet, my mother can immediately get more than 20 tables for you. As long as you say you want to host it, it would be inappropriate not to invite these people. Not only my mother, but also your mother's side.
It’s almost like this. It’s weird when human relationships are simple.”
When he heard that there were dozens of tables in Zheng Yuan's place, Fang Yi was a little stunned and couldn't help but took a breath and asked Zheng Yuan: "What should we do?".
"Just don't do it!" Zheng Yuan said directly. When she was in China, Zheng Yuan had seen other people get married. The whole banquet was not to mention the married couple and their parents were tortured to death.
Zheng Yuan believed that the two of them had proposed a banquet, and there were not so many dozens of tables.
Zheng Yuan had a headache when it came to booking a hotel and preparing a few sets of dresses. It cost nothing. The artist in front of her had a lot of money in her pocket, but this thing really took a lot of energy.
"Can this matter be done after discussing it with the old man?" Fang Yi didn't really want to do this thing in his heart, but when he mentioned it, he first considered Zheng Yuan's thoughts. It was just a one-time marriage. Fang Yi thought that no matter what Zheng Yuan said, he was willing to go through the trouble.
For a moment, he was afraid that Zheng Yuan would be a little unhappy if he said he wouldn't do it. Secondly, he also considered the thoughts of the adults in the family. Now that he heard Zheng Yuan say that he didn't want to do this, he thought of the last obstacle, the relationship between the two families.
parents.
Zheng Yuan said: "Then let's persuade each other. When trying to persuade your mother, don't put your thoughts on me, and I won't put it on you. Everyone said they didn't want to do it at all.
Do it! If this thing is done, it will be a busy job
It’s very serious. My colleagues here may have relatives in China divided into two groups.” Zheng Yuan had to give Fang Yi a reminder here, and then told Fang Yi the general process of holding a wedding banquet. He was not talking about anyone else.
One of my cousins got married.
Fang Yi's scalp started to tingle after listening to it for more than a minute. He thought about how the two of them were tossed around by the emcee at the wedding. Although he had no relatives and quite reliable friends, Zheng Yuan's family
There are many relatives, and I heard what Zheng Yuan said about having a wedding ceremony.
It was a wedding party, and the play was a bit too obscene. Fang Yi thought that having a wedding party was just biting a hanging apple, pear, etc. How could he have imagined that it would be in such a situation, just like in a pornographic film scene, these
People's hearts are a bit too nasty and dark.
If there was such a fuss, Fang Yi felt that he was going to get angry. Hearing Zheng Yuan talking about a banana with two eggs tied next to it, and then hanging the banana on the groom's belt for the bride to bite, it was all like this. Fang Yi
How could Yi be interested in going back to China to hold a wedding?
"Okay, I'll be responsible for my family, and you'll be responsible for yours." Fang Yi shrank his head and said, "Go to bed early." After speaking to Zheng Yuan, Fang Yi reached out and turned off his bedside lamp.
He put the blanket over his head and his whole body got out of the blanket.
Zheng Yuan also turned off the bedside lamp.
"What are you doing?" Zheng Yuan was closing her eyes and getting ready to sleep when she felt a pair of big hands reach in along the collar of her pajamas.
"I went to bed a little too early and couldn't sleep!".
"If you can't sleep, just close your eyes and count the sheep. I have rehearsal tomorrow morning." Zheng Yuan wanted to pull out Fang Yi's Lushan Claw. But this thing couldn't come out alive.
Fang Yi stretched out his other hand to Zheng Yuan's armpit and started to squeak Zheng Yuan's arms.
Zheng Yuan's laughter immediately came from the bedroom: "Stop making trouble, oh!". Then Fang Yi's cheerful laughter came, and soon Zheng Yuan began to fight back, and also stretched out his hand to pick up Fang Yi, and soon
The sound of two people fighting came from the dark bedroom. After fighting for a few minutes, the two of them were still sleepy. In the darkness, Zheng Yuan's snorting murmur and Fang Yi's slightly rough voice came.
The sound of breathing.
After going to bed early, Fang Yi naturally woke up early. In addition, he had some entertainment in the evening and his mood couldn't be better. Opening his eyes and looking through the faint light outside the window, Fang Yi lay on his side on the bed.
, looking at Zheng Yuan who was sleeping with a sweet face facing him. Afraid of waking up the people around him, Fang Yi gently stroked the long black hair scattered on the smooth skin with his palm.
Turning around and looking at the alarm clock, Fang Yi found that it was not six o'clock yet. Going to bed early was such a disadvantage. No one in the whole room was up at this time.
Turning his head, the bored Fang Yi began to twist Zheng Yuan's hair at the temples. He twisted out three small hair bundles and began to play with braiding them out of boredom. As soon as the braids were completed, Fang Yi tied a small knot at the top of the braid.
Holding the braid for a while, he began to brush his palms, and then his fingers to pass the time.
However, after playing for less than five minutes, Zheng Yuan, who was probably sleeping, felt uncomfortable. He heard a soft "hmm" and turned his head to the other side and twisted his body, twisting and bending a few times.
He turned into a big shrimp shape and found a comfortable position to continue sleeping, but he took away the pigtail that Fang Yi held in his hand.
Fang Yi, who had lost his toy, was now even more bored. He could only open his eyes and stare at the ceiling above his head, clasped his hands behind his head and began to think about what he had to do today.
After finally making it to six o'clock, Fang Yi immediately got out of bed quietly, took a shower, put on his own clothes, and ran to the stable downstairs.
After preparing the horse and coming out of the stable, Fang Yi saw his Lao Taishan and his father coming out of the house. Looking at the two people's clothes, Fang Yi knew that they must be going to the golf course.
Let's start a game.
"Dad!" This time it was really easy. Both of them were dads: "Are you going to play ball?" He looked behind the two of them and asked: "Where is your uncle?". At this time, he expected Chu Suiliang to get up.
Don't even think about it. This person won't get up before seven or eight o'clock when the sun hits his buttocks. It's not like an elderly person sleeps too little.
"Your aunt said your uncle would sleep a little longer today. He hasn't had such a solid sleep in many years." Fang Guohua waved to his son and walked towards the stadium with his old relatives.
Watching the two people walking and chatting, Fang Yi also had a smile on his face. He got on the horse and gently shook the reins. Mr. Meek started to trot. As for the follower Hong Zao behind, he still showed the same virtue.
With a cheerful swish, he jumped in front of Mr. Meek.
Riding on the back of the horse and looking at the deadbeat at home, Hongzao has no aesthetic appeal when running, because it looks a bit plump and fat compared to other horses. Not only is it fat, but its body shape is also not very good.
Hao looks a bit short, other horses look a bit rectangular, but Hongzao is a bit cubic when viewed from the side, and a bit round when viewed from the front and back.
Jack sometimes said that Hong Zao's life was a little too good and he should eat less food and control it. Fang Yi smiled every time. Isn't it great that Hong Zao lived such a simple life?