The only thing my mom remembers is "my wife bought it".
but--
As a brave person who dares to knock off the mother of a fellow piano student who has passed the tenth grade, I have to admit that my mother has to admit that the wife here is really sour in the stomach. This is raising her husband as a son, and the whole thing is used
She took care of the entire play yard, so this silly son could just stay inside and play with wood and mud.
Just face your mother and say, "I really should ask him if he knows."
Good Student Mom: “What?”
Just say to your mother: "How did you get such a wife?"
"Come on."
Good student mother: "That's Li Yu. When he was a teenager, he wrote "Fish! Fish! Fish!" when you were dancing in the square."
Just face your mother: "I know, I know."
Even if she were to light rockets on her ancestral graves, she wouldn't dare expect her daughter-in-law to be like this.
I just met my mother and felt that if I learned a little bit from the experience, her boss would not have a partner at almost thirty years old.
anyway.
When the good student's mother mentioned "Fish! Fish! Fish!", she immediately put her mother's perspective into her mother's perspective. The main reason was that the song was so well written and the square dance was so exciting, "The little girl is so talented, she married
A husband——"
She shook her head.
I just know how to play with wood.
The good student’s mother opened her mouth, but finally said nothing.
She had read the book, so of course she knew what to write, but it was difficult to say anything because she was also confused now.
She felt that it was really unclear whether Jiang Yang was Jiang Yang.
Apart from anything else, at Jiang Yang's age, how can he portray the female characters in "Five Little Pigs"?
The good student’s mother really doesn’t believe it.
In her opinion, there are very few middle-aged female writers who can write.
She looked back at the courtyard and took her followers home.
After returning home, she was just about to clean up the dishes for breakfast when the painter stepped forward and said attentively: "I'll do it, I'll do it."
"oh."
The mother, a good student, readily agreed and picked up another novel by Jiang Yang, "Roger's Mystery". Jiang Yang's mystery novels are so addictive that people can't help but want to read a few pages when they are free. In the slow time,
Spend time leisurely.
certainly.
She did not forget to remind the painter: "Your rice is still warm in the pot."
"Okay, okay."
The painter worked hard.
This is how he coaxes his wife to work.
That's good, that's good. He thought his wife's soul was taken away by Jiang Yang.
Then--
He was in a happy mood when he suddenly saw his wife who was reading suddenly stand up!
The painter hurriedly leaned out of the kitchen: "What's wrong?"
"without."
His wife shook her head.
But from the direction where his wife looked in surprise, the painter felt that something was going on, and that it had something to do with Jiang Yang.
My good student mother just saw Poirot going to the countryside to plant zucchini in "Roger Mystery", and couldn't help but think of the miniature model I just saw in Jiangyang. After such a comparison, the miniature model I just saw is clearly this
of this book!
The truth came so unexpectedly that the good student mother was completely confused.
It was really written by him!!
All I can say is that based on his ability to portray female characters, he deserves to be married to the devil!
She still regrets it.
I really should have looked at the miniature model more just now.
That way, the scenes in the book can be reproduced in your mind, and it will be much easier to reason!
The good student’s mother reluctantly looked in the direction of Jiangyang Siheyuan.
When the painter saw this look, he thought he might as well mop the floor.
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After the visitors left, Jiang Yang returned to the house a little disappointed.
He quite likes to have fun.
When she was a child, her mother often stayed away from home, playing cards or something like that at a neighbor's house. Then she felt it was troublesome to look after him, so she locked him in the house. I don't know if it was due to this experience, but Jiang Yang liked others to come to the house to chat.
This way I can't fucking go out to visit.
He would feel happy listening to them.
so--
When neighbors came to visit just now, Jiang Yang did not reject them and was even a little happy.
Now that it has suddenly calmed down, I still have more to say.
But that's it for this moment.
The hawker is still there.
He is accompanied by friends.
Jiang Yang invited Huo Che here today because he wanted to build a big sand table, put all the miniature models of the Poirot series of novels on the sand table, and then use trains to connect the castle and the town, and then build the entire Poirot series on the sand table.
Luo Universe.
It’s exciting just thinking about it!
This sounds like a big project.
Huo Che is very interested.
It's fun to play like this, but it occupies a bit of space, so it can only be played here in Jiangyang.
Jiang Yang planned to put it in the west wing of the front yard.
"Let's measure the size first."
Hoche suggested.
They have to determine the proportions of the sand table, and then determine the proportions of the entire sand table.
They took the ruler and went to the west wing. While they were busy planning, someone else came in from outside the door.
Jiang Yang took a look and saw that it was Hong Shan's father, Mr. Hong.
The old man was dressed in a unique style, with a small suit and overalls, and two ordinary walnuts in his hands. He came in leisurely. From time to time, the old man came back to visit, sit for a while, chat or send messages.
Just stay around or something.
Jiang Yang quite liked it.
Jiang Yang: "Old man, I haven't found the old lady to cause trouble today."
"What words!"
Mr. Hong said as if a cat had its tail stepped on, "Don't ruin my reputation. My reputation is not good to begin with."
"You are so self-aware——"
Jiang Yang gave him a thumbs up.
But he doesn't have a bad reputation as an old man. "Yesterday, when I came out of the alley, I saw two aunts pushing and quarreling with you."
There is a small square in front of the tourist attraction outside the entrance of the alley. When evening comes, the old men and women go there to dance in the square. Yesterday, when Jiang Yang and Li Qingning went out hand in hand, they happened to see the old man sandwiched between the two old ladies—
—
Do not misunderstand.
It's not about robbing the old man.
They regarded the old man as a white ball in billiards and tried to push him into each other.
Mr. Hong: "What pushing and pushing? I was trying to break up the fight!"
These two old ladies were not easy to deal with, and they had nothing to do with the uncle at all.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "They live in a compound, and you can't see each other when you look up. Today you bumped into my oil pot. You understand that I knocked over your vinegar pot. Rubbing
It's a common thing. They can pinch whatever they believe in. Now if you believe in Jesus, I will believe in Buddha. If you hang a crucifix on your door frame, I will hang a Maitreya Buddha to avoid your skeleton.
It's my fault...it's also my fault. I'm too popular. As long as they dance square dance with me, they can overpower each other. Hey, there's nothing I can do."
The old man was plated with walnuts and felt that Jiang Yang should understand this.
Jiang Yang hurriedly cleared the air: "I don't understand."
"Right."
Mr. Hong changed quickly.
Jiang Yang is on a level higher than them.
It's like a beautiful woman walking on the street with an ordinary man, and others think the man is rich. "If I want to pester you, I have to verify my capital," Mr. Hong said while holding a plate of walnuts.
This flattery was made——
Jiang Yang was unable to complain.
I don’t know why, but Mr. Hong has always had an outpouring of admiration for Jiang Yang.
I can take pictures of any rainbow fart.
If it were anyone else, Jiang Yang would definitely be in high spirits, but an old man——
Jiang Yang couldn't help but think of those old cabbages standing next to the young master with kidney deficiency in "Journey to the West: Conquering the Demons".
Jiang Yang and Huo Che changed directions and continued measuring.
He took a look at the walnuts in Mr. Hong's hand. They didn't look like serious walnuts, but they were shiny. "Where did you get these walnuts? Let's play with them some other time."
Mr. Hong pointed to the walnut tree along the road: "This is the one you got from your walnut."
He picked the two biggest ones to play with, and over time they became like this.
"ah?"
Jiang Yang was surprised.
"This is just a gadget to relieve my stress." Mr. Hong doesn't really play with these things, but when it comes to playing, the original owner of Jiangyang's yard is really good at playing, raising grasshoppers and fighting crickets -
—
"The cricket he raised had a very nice cry called "Jiansheng", and he fought fiercely. At that time, there was a popular TV series about warlords, so he named the cricket after the warlord and invited us to place bets on the cricket fight.
"
Mr. Hong still remembers that Zhang Dashuai was a fierce thief.