At this meal, neither Yang En nor Su Ruqing arrived. Yang Xi's explanation was that Yang En was still in the United States, while Su Ruqing was in Shanghai discussing business, so she couldn't make it back.
Ren He didn't think much about it. It would be great if his mother-in-law could adopt a tacit attitude towards him now. Can he still be arrogant in front of others? If he was really only a 17-year-old boy, he might confront Su Ruqing because of his rebellious mood.
, it’s a pity that he is not.
The more he grows up, the more Ren He realizes that love and marriage do not need to be too sacred. All he needs to do is to be happy with Yang Xi, and then make some efforts that he can make.
The so-called smart people should sort out the priorities and priorities when doing things. When cooking, there is a soup pot that is about to overflow on one side and a faucet that is not closed tightly on the other side. Normal people will give priority to the soup pot. If the faucet is not closed, it is just a waste of time.
Just a waste of water, unless one is an extreme environmentalist...
For Ren He, how Su Ruqing treats him is not the most important thing. What is important is how Yang Xi treats him. This is the simplest truth, and Ren He knows it very well.
After dinner, several of Yang Xi's uncles and uncles started drinking tea and chatting. They talked about everyone's recent work and directly asked for some help from others. This matter should not be heard by Ren He, and neither was he.
I am too concerned about this matter.
Mr. Yang glanced at him and said with a smile, "Will you go out for a walk with me?"
Ren He originally thought that if Mr. Yang wanted to talk to him alone, he might go to a study room that was said to be inaccessible to outsiders? Isn't this how it is shot in movies? The big guys all have a mysterious study room...
In the end, Mr. Yang didn't, and he led Ren He directly to the edge of the vegetable field outside. The old man smiled and said, "I'm very happy that you brought walnuts today. It would be great if you could bring some more persimmons. Come and see me next year."
Don’t forget it when it’s time.”
"Okay," Ren He also wanted to bring some persimmons before he went out. Then he thought that the persimmons were almost ripe at the end of October and might rot on the way, so he didn't bring them. Who would have thought that the old man would still care about it?
Well, at least now it seems that the other party knows what is in his yard.
"Don't think too much. You haven't investigated what's in your yard, because your yard used to be lived by a good friend. Later, he couldn't stand it in the cowshed and committed suicide. I don't know why it was taken by the real estate developer.
Once you get it, it will be an advantage for you," the old man said with a smile: "In the past, we would take the initiative to go to his yard to pick things to eat. Everyone knows that it is the former Qingbeile Mansion, and there are a lot of good things."
Ren He was stunned for a moment. He really didn't expect that his courtyard house had such a connection. It seemed that Cui Qiang was not simple at all. Things with unclear property rights could be turned into treasure.
You must know that there are not only a few courtyard houses in Kyoto, but the property rights of many things are not clear, and the ownership rights are getting darker and darker, making it impossible to sell them.
For real estate developers, that kind of courtyard house is like a hot yam, and whoever foolishly takes it will be unlucky.
"You are very good to Xiao Xi, I can see it," the old man said while looking at his vegetable patch: "Don't think that our family is very high-class. Let you come to eat just so that you don't have any scruples. This is not a deep mansion."
, and there is no intrigue. You young people advocate free love, so don’t be frightened by this."
In fact, Ren He could completely understand what he said. When the person he traveled to in his previous life was marrying the mother of the country, the mother of the country said directly that she could not afford to live in a big house.
Some people want to fly up a branch and become a phoenix, while others think it's fine to be ordinary. This is everyone's choice about the value of life, and everyone has this right.
But the old man was overthinking it. Ren He had never thought about this matter before. He didn't know about these things before falling in love with Yang Xi, and he didn't care about these things after falling in love with Yang Xi.
"Tell me about what happened in New York, and how did you escape in the end?" When the old man talked about this matter, he looked at Ren He with bright eyes: "When we were still in the army, the United States was particularly difficult to deal with.
We have fought many battles with human lives. Regardless of the victory, many people are still holding back their energy. It turns out that you are quite good, you actually did such a big thing," the old man said with a smile:
"Come and tell me how it happened. I always wanted to be a sharpshooter in my company, but it turned out that I wasn't that good at all. I don't even ask you where you practiced shooting. Just tell me."
There was no arrogant conversation or obscure political language. The big man in front of him just wanted Ren He to tell him about Ren He's battle experience in New York. It seemed that he just wanted to hear the battle experience of the "Sharpshooter" and be satisfied.
Just out of curiosity.
In his previous life, Ren He heard his uncle say that in 1981, he was responsible for receiving the then leader Hu Yaobang in a county in Henan. In the past, the mythical national leader did not seem to be as mysterious as the legend said when in front of him, just like ordinary people.
He chatted with everyone the same, so my uncle always believed that... diplomatic language is diplomatic language, and no one would use diplomatic language to talk all day long.
Now Ren He really believed it, but let’s take a look at the specifics. He first started with him returning to the battlefield and climbing up to the tenth floor to grab the sniper rifle with his bare hands. Later, the monkey joined him. In order to cover Yang Xi’s retreat, he
stayed in the United States.
Ren He described the battle with his precise memories. Everything seemed to be unfolding in front of the old man's eyes. When the old man heard Ren He say that he escaped by jumping between buildings with a height difference of 6 meters, his hands shook.
It became a fist.
Then Ren He talked about his experience of fighting guerrillas with the National Security Bureau in the sewers. The old man said with emotion: "Back then, we had no choice but to hide in fellow villagers' homes to avoid raids and dug out all the fellow villagers' cellars. But we are not as legendary as you.
In fact, we just hide and don’t dare to come out quietly to shoot. If our whereabouts are exposed, the Japs may really turn the whole village upside down, which will drag down other comrades. The Japs are very shrewd!"
Ren He held it in for a long time. He always felt that there were some words that he had not said, and tonight seemed incomplete: "Don't you talk to me about Qinghe's equity?"
The other party was an old fox and never talked about the topic. In the end, it was Ren He himself who brought it up.
Mr. Yang glanced at him with a smile: "Just put your heart back in your stomach. I didn't want to talk to you about this. What will happen if the news spreads that the old Yang family robbed the son-in-law's things? How shameless? Don't worry, it's not just Old Yang.
Homes will not be robbed, and if you enter this door today, no one will rob you in the future."
