After coming out of the painting exhibition, Xu Yuhan originally wanted to say goodbye to Zhang Zhong and his family, but Hu Huifang pulled her and insisted on inviting her to dinner.
It was hard to deny the kindness, so Xu Yuhan agreed.
Zhang Zhong also felt that it was appropriate to invite Xu Yuhan to a meal. After all, he had charged a lot less tuition, so he said, "I know there is a good hotel nearby. I will take you there."
But Hu Huifang said, "Go to some hotel, waste money, go home, I will cook."
"Let's go to the hotel. It's getting late. When will we be able to eat when we go back to cook?" Zhang Zhong rarely rejected Hu Huifang's suggestion.
Xu Yuhan also said: "Yes, Auntie, it's too late to go back and cook at this time. Let's just find a place to have a meal."
Although Hu Huifang didn't know why Zhang Zhong was so determined, she still nodded in agreement.
In fact, what Hu Huifang didn't know was that Zhang Zhong was afraid that their home address would be leaked. If Xu Yuhan didn't know his identity, it wouldn't matter if he went to his house for a meal, just like he invited Liu Feng to his house before, because in their eyes, Zhang Chong
Just an ordinary person.
But not Xu Yuhan. She knew Zhang Zhong's identity. If she were to know his home address again, there might be a danger of leaking it.
People's hearts are apart, no one knows whether Xu Yuhan will do such a thing, so it's better to be careful.
Xu Yuhan probably also noticed that Zhang Zhong was wary of her, so she just said she wanted to go to the hotel.
During the meal, Hu Huifang kept pulling Xu Yuhan and asking her questions. Sometimes she asked her what her parents did, and sometimes she asked her if she had any brothers or sisters, how old she was this year, how long it had been since she graduated, and whether she had a boyfriend...
Zhang Zhong felt that he had known Xu Yuhan for so many days, but he did not know her as well as Hu Huifang did in one meal.
Hu Huifang's intention was so obvious that Xu Yuhan's face turned red when she replied.
Zhang Zhong seemed to have expected this to happen. When he was at home recently, Hu Huifang kept nagging that he didn't go out for a walk and stayed at home every day without socializing.
Her purpose for saying this was obvious, she wanted him to take a wife back as soon as possible.
Zhang Zhong had no way to convince her, so her words went in through his left ear and out of his right.
But Xu Yuhan suffered a lot, she was the one who suffered today.
After lunch, when they were about to say goodbye, Xu Yuhan seemed to be relieved, and before leaving, she softly said to Zhang Zhong: "Congratulations on winning the award."
Watching Xu Yuhan walk away, Zhang Zhong remembered that today was also the award ceremony for the Chinese Detective Master Award.
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It was night, Zhang Zhong had just read the "Preface to the Pavilion of Prince Teng" written by Wen Zhengming based on his memory, stretched his waist, and was about to go back to the house to sleep, when he suddenly heard a rustling sound coming from the window.
Zhang Zhong opened the window, and a gust of cold wind blew in, and it was actually covered with a few crystal snowflakes. After these snowflakes entered the house with the wind, they lost their support and fell precariously, before they hit the ground.
It turned into water.
He couldn't help but wrap up his clothes, and then stretched his head out of the window. Looking through the light, he saw that his flower bed was covered with a layer of snow-white.
The streets were quiet, and even if there was any sound, it was absorbed by the snow and could not reach people's ears.
Only then did Zhang Zhong really feel that winter was coming.
The first day of 2020, the first snow of 2020.
Zhang Zhong is a passionate person about the seasons. He loves spring and summer, but this does not prevent him from loving autumn and winter at the same time.
When the biting cold wind blows into his chest, his spiritual platform will always become clear and clear.
The weather forecast didn't say it's going to snow. The snow tonight was a little unexpected, like an uninvited guest.
Zhang Zhong closed the window again, and when the body temperature gradually returned, she gently walked into her daughter's room, made sure that she had not kicked away the quilt, and then turned back to her own room.
By the next morning, Zhang Zhong opened the curtains and looked outside through the glass. The snow had not stopped and the whole world had turned silver.
Snow sometimes has such an arbitrary charm that it can cover up all the colors in the world, leaving only endless silvery white.
Zhang Zhong stopped in front of the window, wanting to watch for a while. There were few pedestrians in the morning, and the snow on the road was still intact. When there were more pedestrians, it would be a different scene.
Hu Huifang was making breakfast when she saw Zhang Zhong coming out and said to him, "Why don't you change your clothes?"
Zhang Zhong was a little confused, "What clothes should I change? Do you still need to go out in such heavy snow?"
"It's not me who wants to go out, it's your precious daughter. This girl loves to play in the snow. I guess she hasn't seen her yet. When she does, you won't be able to keep up with her running out."
Zhang Dian nodded, "Okay, I'll go change clothes."
"Well, hurry up. Her tools are all in the small cubicle next to the entrance. I packed that brown cardboard box and brought it over when we moved." Hu Huifang shouted again.
This girl actually has tools.
Just as Zhang Zhong was about to change clothes, the door to Pengpeng's room opened. As soon as she ran out, she rushed to Zhang Zhong's room across the door. However, halfway through the rush, she saw Zhang Zhong next to her, and suddenly stopped, turned around and faced
Zhang Zhong ran over.
"Dad, dad, it's snowing."
Zhang Zhong quickly picked her up in his arms and took her back to the room. The girl rushed out of the bedroom wearing a thin pajamas. The air conditioner in the living room was not turned on, so Zhang Zhong was really afraid that she would freeze.
Putting the little girl on the bed and standing up, Zhang Zhong said, "I know it's snowing, and I also know that Pengpeng loves snow the most. I'll help you get dressed first, and we can go out after breakfast later, okay?"
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"Then Dad, hurry up, otherwise the snow will melt soon."
"Don't worry, it won't change."
After saying that, Zhang Zhong looked for clothes for her. He specially found a hooded down jacket and wrapped the little girl tightly, leaving only a small part of her eyes, nose and mouth exposed.
After finishing the meal, Zhang Zhong took his tools and led Pengpeng out.
There is no need to go far, their flowerbed is covered with snow. Pengpeng only has two tools, a small shovel and a small plastic bucket.
"I want to build a huge snowman!"
"How big is it?" Zhang Chong said with a smile.
Pengpeng opened his arms and gestured, "If it wants to be this big, it must be super big."
After saying that, she stepped on her red rain boots and ran into the world of snow. However, the snow was a bit thick and her two short legs were not enough, so every step she took was quite difficult.
Zhang Zhong watched her pulling her legs out of the snow from behind, and laughed to himself. The snowy day seemed to have another advantage. At least now she no longer had to worry about not being able to keep up with Peng Peng. She was struggling to even walk now.
"Oops, Dad, come and help me, my leg is caught in the snow."
Zhang Zhong smiled, walked over and picked up Pengpeng from the snow swamp.