Accidentally Born in the ‘60s

Chapter 91

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Zhen Zhen used her consciousness to see Xi Junjie standing at the door touching his face with an unconfident look on his face, and quickly added: "Ah, Dad, the face is only part of it, the main thing is that I like people." As if afraid that Li Muwu would not believe her, Zhen Zhen nodded seriously: "I like you very much."

Li Muwu looked at his daughter depressedly, then turned to look at Wang Sufen unhappily: "Talk to your daughter nicely. Girls should be reserved. How can you be so shameless and say you like someone so openly? It's really ridiculous."

Wang Sufen glared at him speechlessly: "Why are you looking at me? You know that your daughter has been braver than boys since she was young. Besides, who dares to laugh at my daughter, right Zhenzhen? If he laughs at her, we will not be friends with him."

Old lady Li sat cross-legged on a chair chewing an apple. It was amazing that she still had good teeth at such an old age. She liked to chew an apple and eat some melon seeds when she was free. Everything she ate was delicious. Old lady Li took a bite of the apple with a crunch. She looked at her granddaughter with great pride: "In fact, our Zhenzhen is just like me. When I was Zhenzhen's age, I was very brave. At that time, many young men in our village liked me and invited matchmakers to come to our house to propose marriage. But I didn't like anyone except your father. I went straight to your father's house and told him that if he liked me, I would come to my house to propose marriage, and your father came."

Li Muwu looked at Old Lady Li with a frown on his face: "Mom, you have this history, why haven't I heard you talk about it before?"

Old Lady Li rolled her eyes at him and said, "We didn't even have enough to eat during those years, so how could we have the energy to think about these old things? I think Zhenzhen is fine the way she is. Living a life is a lifelong thing, and people know whether it's good or not. Why are you worrying about it?"

"Mom, you don't know him yet?" Wang Sufen smiled and glanced at Li Muwu, and deliberately pursed her lips: "Even if Zhenzhen finds a deity who has come down to earth, he can find one, two, three faults in him."

Li Muwu pursed his lips and snorted coldly: "My daughter is no worse than a fairy."

Seeing that they were drifting further and further off topic, Zhenzhen quickly coughed twice and said, "How about we discuss something meaningful, like what to have for lunch? I'll go to the kitchen and prepare something."

"You don't have to work." Wang Sufen quickly pulled her over and put her next to Old Lady Li: "You finally have a day off to rest for a few days and chat with your grandma. I'll cook at noon. Tell mom what you want to eat."

Zhenzhen didn't want to eat anything in particular, and she didn't want Wang Sufen to be too busy. Looking at the gloomy sky outside, Zhenzhen said, "Let's make some dumpling soup. It'll keep you warm."

Xi Junjie finally breathed a sigh of relief when he heard that no one was talking about him anymore. He stepped back a few words before shouting, "Are Grandma Li and Aunt Li home?"

Hearing the familiar voice, Li Muwu came over aggressively and opened the door: "Your uncle Li is at home."

"Hello, Uncle Li." Xi Junjie immediately called out with a smile: "Didn't you go out to play today? When I came out, I saw them all going to Uncle Wang's house to play chess."

Li Muwu made some space for him to come in: "Your father is not going, so it would be pointless for me to go alone." Li Muwu learned chess from Xi Changbo, and he was a half-baked chess player. Usually, apart from Xi Changbo, there were only two novices willing to play a few games with him. When it was like a duel between masters in the alley, Li Muwu could only watch.

"Your dad really went back to work?" Li Muwu thought that he hadn't seen Xi Changbo for half a month, and no one usually quarreled with him. Li Muwu suddenly felt that there was no point at all.

"It's been two weeks." Xi Junjie smiled and didn't say much about it.

Xi Changbo was forced to retire due to illness before he reached the required age because of the political movement. In that turbulent era, he was lucky to retire safely without being implicated too much. Therefore, Xi Changbo was very open-minded about the retirement due to illness, and he enjoyed his leisure time by fishing and playing chess.

However, the movement has long since subsided, and the country has announced that it will reform and open up, and vigorously develop all aspects. At this time, it can be seen that there is a shortage of talents. People like Xi Changbo, who are still in their prime, were called back first and continued to work in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. There are many people like Xi Changbo in Houyang, and the number of people who usually play with Li Muwu has suddenly decreased by half, which makes Li Muwu feel lost. He stretches his neck every day to look outside to see if there is any grain depot that wants to call him to work.

Although Li Muwu knew that Xi Changbo had gone back to work, he couldn't help asking Xi Junjie again when he saw him. Hearing the expected answer, Li Muwu was still a little disappointed. He rolled his eyes at Xi Junjie and muttered, "They are both annoying." Then he walked out with his hands behind his back.

Zhenzhen looked at Li Muwu and thought to herself that she should stew some medicinal food for him in the evening. This was an obvious symptom of menopause.

Wang Sufen ignored Li Muwu and asked Xi Junjie to sit down with a smile: "Why did you come here by yourself? Why doesn't your mother come over to play?"

"My mom is in the greenhouse, sorting out her flowers." Xi Junjie smiled and put the knife fish aside. "My dad just divided the knife fish, the meat is wide and thick, and my mom asked me to send a box over for grandma and aunt to try."

"You kid, we live next to each other, and you and Zhenzhen are a couple, why are you being so polite?" Wang Sufen made a pot of tea for Xi Junjie, and brought him some pine nuts, apples and other things and placed them on the table next to him.

Xi Junjie quickly stood up and thanked Wang Sufen, and then sat down again after she was seated. "It is precisely because Zhenzhen and I are dating that I should come to your house more often. I should let grandma, grandpa, and aunt observe me more, right?"

Wang Sufen immediately smiled from ear to ear and said to Mrs. Li, "Mom, look at how sweet Junjie is."

Old Lady Li also liked Xi Junjie from the bottom of her heart. In the past few months, Xi Junjie had been to Old Lady Li's house quite often, either to chat with the old lady, or to help weed the garden, clean the pond, or cook a table of dishes to please his future daughter-in-law. Seeing this, Xi Changbo rolled his eyes in sourness, saying that Xi Junjie was more diligent at Old Lady Li's house than at his own home.

Zhenzhen is the precious granddaughter of Grandma Li. Unlike Li Muwu who gets jealous when he sees anyone getting close to his daughter, Grandma Li thinks that anyone is fine as long as my granddaughter likes him. If my granddaughter doesn't like him, she wouldn't care even if a fairy came. Therefore, with the help of Zhenzhen, Xi Junjie quickly won the favor of Grandma Li and Wang Sufen.

After chatting with Mrs. Li for a while, Xi Junjie stood up to say goodbye, but even though he said he was leaving, his feet didn't move, and he looked at Zhenzhen reluctantly. As soon as she saw him like that, Mrs. Li knew that the young couple wanted to date again.

Old Mrs. Li took a sip of water, and seeing Zhenzhen winking at her, she could only say, "Well, Zhenzhen, go to Junjie's house and see if the flowers at your aunt Ling's house are wilting again and that's why she can't come over. Go and help her take a look."

"Hey." Zhenzhen immediately jumped down from the chair, happily holding Xi Junjie's hand and walking away. Old Mrs. Li stretched her neck to see the two of them running out while holding hands and laughing at each other. She couldn't help but sigh, "It's great to be young. Look how happy our Zhenzhen is."

Wang Sufen couldn't help but remind Mrs. Li: "Mom, they are holding hands."

Mrs. Li paused for a moment and pursed her lips: "I saw it, it was Zhenzhen who touched the other person's hand, we won't suffer any loss."

Wang Sufen: “…”

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After all, they came out under the pretext of showing Ling Xiulan flowers, so the two of them first came to the Ling family's greenhouse. This was originally the flower room of the palace. After the Xi family moved in, Ling Xiulan tidied it up and continued to grow flowers here. Ling Xiulan was a flower lover, and there were more than a hundred pots of flowers in the greenhouse, with all kinds of flowers, including some delicate famous ones, which had to be carefully tended all day long.

Xi Junjie opened the door of the greenhouse, and Zhenzhen walked in and called out, "Auntie Ling."

Ling Xiulan smiled when she saw her, took off her gloves and tucked her sweaty hair behind her ears, then waved at Zhenzhen: "What are you doing at home? I haven't seen you these past two days."

Zhenzhen smiled and said, "I went to the bookstore a few days ago and bought a few books. I'm reading at home." She walked to Ling Xiulan's side and saw a pot of wilted peony buds on the ground. She asked in surprise, "Weren't these flowers still fine a few days ago?"

In half a month, it is Xi Junjie's grandmother's birthday. The old lady has no other hobbies but peonies. Ling Xiulan tried to cultivate peonies in the greenhouse a month ago. Zhenzhen comes to the Xi family's greenhouse every week after returning home to help adjust the temperature in the greenhouse according to the peony's adaptation status. Now the flower buds have reached the flat bud stage. Logically, as long as the temperature in the greenhouse does not drop suddenly, it will basically have no effect on the flowering rate.

Ling Xiulan's face was also a little depressed: "I'm also wondering, the old lady's birthday is coming soon, and I originally planned that it would bloom on her birthday, but now I don't know if it can be kept alive." She saw Zhenzhen looking down at the peony, and her eyes suddenly lit up. She quickly stood up and moved a seat for Zhenzhen: "By the way, Zhenzhen, you are the best at growing flowers, can you show Auntie what's wrong with this? You said I almost set the alarm to water and fertilize, why is it wilting?"

Zhen Zhen squatted down and reached out to touch the petals, using her consciousness to tightly wrap up the eight pots of peony flowers in the flower room: "Cold... cold... so cold... so uncomfortable..."

The consciousness of the peony flower was transmitted to Zhenzhen's mind. Zhenzhen looked back in surprise at the thermometer placed next to the peony flower. This thermometer was specially bought by Ling Xiulan from a research institute. It was very accurate.

"Twenty-one and a half degrees, this temperature is fine, why does it feel cold?" Zhenzhen tilted her head in confusion.

"Is it cold?" Because it was too hot in the greenhouse, Ling Xiulan was only wearing a shirt. She immediately found the paper pressed on the flower stand next to her, which had densely written precautions. She quickly scanned from top to bottom and quickly found the line she wanted to read: "During the bud stage, the daytime temperature should be maintained between 20 and 22 degrees, and at night between 16 and 18 degrees..." She glanced at Zhenzhen and said quickly: "That's right, it's been this temperature these days. I always adjust the heating before going to bed at night, and the temperature fluctuation will not exceed one degree."

Zhen Zhen's sight fell on the pot of peony flowers closest to her, and she directly merged her consciousness with the peony. After about a minute, Zhen Zhen let go of her hand and stood up: "Last night, this flower was frozen for about three hours."

Although Ling Xiu Lan didn't know how Zhen Zhen could tell that the flowers had been frozen and could tell the exact date and time, she did notice that the flowers began to wilt this morning. She carefully recalled what happened yesterday: "I came to the greenhouse at noon yesterday, and the eight pots of peonies were still fine. Later in the afternoon, Junjie's cousin and her mother came, so I didn't come again. But I didn't bring them to the greenhouse." Thinking of her sister-in-law, Ling Xiu Lan's expression was obviously not very good, but in front of her future daughter-in-law, she didn't say too much about the bad things at home.

Zhen Zhen, who had read a lot of domestic fighting stories in her previous life, immediately imagined a lot of plots. She looked at Ling Xiulan with shining eyes: "Are they on good terms with you?"

Ling Xiulan shook her head: "Junjie's aunt has had a bad relationship with me since she was a child. When Changbo and I got married, she cried and made a fuss, and even dragged a girl who had a crush on Changbo to our house to cause trouble." Thinking of what happened back then, Ling Xiulan was still a little angry: "Later we went to France and had no contact for many years. After we came back, the situation in China was not good. Junjie's uncle was severely suppressed, and their whole family was sent to the northwest for reform. They were not arranged to come back until last year." Thinking about the way she got along with her sister-in-law, Ling Xiulan summed it up: "Now it's just a matter of face. Anyway, we only see each other once a month when we go back to the old house. We pretend to be amicable in front of the old man."

"Then why did they come suddenly? Did they know that you were going to send peonies to the old man on his birthday?" Zhenzhen couldn't help but ask.

"Last time I saw Huabuduo, he stopped, and I said something to the old lady while eating at the old house, hoping to make her happy." Ling Xiulan recalled the sudden visit of her sister-in-law and couldn't help but murmur: "Yesterday, the mother and daughter said they were passing by for a rest while shopping, and after sitting for a while, Junjie's cousin insisted on staying at my house, saying that it was close to watch the sunrise from my house in the morning. Because I live in the main courtyard and Junjie lives in the second courtyard, I arranged for her to stay in the embroidery building at the back. I usually rest there when I visit the garden. There are beddings, and the aunt cleans the place every day, so it can be lived in directly."

Zhen Zhen fed back the information Ling Xiulan had given to the peonies. The peonies seemed to be touched and cried collectively: "The wind is strong, it's cold..."

Zhen Zhen withdrew her hand and sighed, "It's very likely that she moved the flowers outside. Not only did the peony catch a cold, but it was also exposed to the night wind, so the petals have turned black."

"What should I do?" Ling Xiulan was a little anxious. After all, the old lady was celebrating her 80th birthday, and there would definitely be many guests. She also said in front of the old lady that she would send eight pots of peonies. If the flowers didn't bloom, the old lady would definitely be disappointed. She looked at Zhenzhen who seemed to be thinking about something, and immediately held her hand: "Zhenzhen, can you help Auntie think of a way? Can this flower be saved?"

"Yes." Zhenzhen nodded, and Ling Xiulan instantly breathed a sigh of relief. Her face was filled with joy and excitement, as if she was about to faint. Zhenzhen helped her sit down and handed her a towel hanging next to her to wipe her sweat. "But the method is more complicated. To be on the safe side, move the flowers to my room and I will take care of them myself. Don't worry, I guarantee that by the time the old lady celebrates her birthday, you will have eight pots of truly national-color peonies."

In fact, according to Zhenzhen's ability, even if these eight pots of peonies were left frozen to death in the snow, let alone exposed to the night wind, as long as there were a few roots, Zhenzhen could make them bloom into a magnificent field of peonies in a few minutes. However, Zhenzhen's ability could not be leaked to others. Even if she used her supernatural powers to gradually restore the peonies, she had to move home to implement it. It was always right to be cautious.

Previously, some of Ling Xiulan's flowers lacked water, some lacked fertilizer, and some were overwatered, and Zhenzhen could point out the problems with just one look. Under Zhenzhen's guidance, Ling Xiulan's flowers grew better and better, so she trusted Zhenzhen very much and seemed to think that as long as Zhenzhen said she could keep the flowers alive, there would be absolutely no problem.

Ling Xiu Lan took out all the custom-made windproof covers and placed one on each pot of peonies. After two or three trips, the three of them finally moved all the peonies into Zhenzhen's room.

After a long day of hard work, Zhenzhen made some tea while Lin Xiulan washed her face and hands in Zhenzhen's room. When Mrs. Li and Wang Sufen heard the noise, they came over. Looking at the room full of wilted and blackened flower buds, Mrs. Li immediately comforted her: "Don't worry, Zhenzhen is very knowledgeable about flowers and plants. She will definitely be able to cure you."

Ling Xiulan smiled even more after hearing this: "Auntie, you don't know, I've been worried since I saw the flower buds turned black and wilted this morning. If it weren't for our Zhenzhen who knows how to grow flowers, I don't know where to get eight pots of peonies to celebrate my mother-in-law's birthday."

"Is this a birthday gift? No wonder you were so anxious that you were sweating." Old Mrs. Li saw that Ling Xiulan's lips were still a little pale, and hurriedly told her to drink more hot water.

Holding the hot tea in her hand, Ling Xiulan's mood also stabilized, and she looked around Zhenzhen's house. Although Zhenzhen and Old Lady Li lived in the main courtyard, every time Ling Xiulan came, she stayed in the main room or the main hall. This was the first time she came to Zhenzhen's house.

Because it's autumn recently, the sunlight is not as strong as before. In order to make the house look brighter, Zhenzhen removed the screens that originally divided the rooms. The three large rooms are all connected, making them look particularly airy.

On one side of the room was a bookshelf filled with books. Judging from the color and age of the paper, they were often read. Some of the books even looked very loose, and I guess they had been read countless times. Next to the bookshelf was a desk and chair by the window, with a pile of books on it. The top book had a bookmark, which was probably the book Zhenzhen was reading recently. Next to the desk was a guqin table, with a guqin on it. It looked like it was quite old, and only the tassel on it was newly braided.

On one side of the wall was a jade table, facing the writing desk, on which were placed writing brushes, inkstones, and paper.

Ling Xiulan looked at a piece of white paper on the desk, turned around and asked Zhenzhen with a smile: "Do you like calligraphy or painting?"

Zhenzhen smiled modestly: "I know a little bit."

Old Mrs. Li loved to show off her granddaughter. How could just knowing a little bit show off Zhenzhen's ability? She immediately stood up and pointed to the paintings on the wall behind her and said, "The painting and calligraphy in the middle are her husband's work, and the one on the wall over there was painted by Zhenzhen."

Ling Xiulan turned around and was surprised to find that the wall was hung with the masterpiece of Su Weiran, a master of traditional Chinese painting. Su Weiran had already become famous before the liberation. It is said that the landscape paintings in the office of the top leader after the founding of the People's Republic of China were Su Weiran's works. During the movement, Su Weiran disappeared for ten years. When he reappeared, his works actually reached a new level. In addition to being natural, they were more free and natural than before.

Although Su Weiran still paints now, he only gives a few of them to relatives and friends. Besides, others can't get a painting even if they offer a huge sum of money. Some time ago, it was said that a person with a high position wanted to use his power to put pressure on others, but he was ruthlessly driven out by Su Weiran and was also given a warning. After the turmoil of the past ten years, the country has regarded these masters as national treasures. Those who are short-sighted can only be said to be unable to see the situation clearly.

Xi Changbo's position was not low, so Ling Xiulan knew a lot about this. Seeing that Zhenzhen's room actually had a painting by Su Weiran, who was known for being "hard to come by," she looked at her in surprise, "Is Su Weiran your husband?"

"Hey, you know Lao Su too?" Before Zhen Zhen could say anything, Mrs. Li interrupted, "This is what happened. If I knew you knew each other, I would ask you to come over next time he comes to play at home."

Ling Xiu Lan smiled and said, "Auntie, you are such a joker. I don't have the face to let Mr. Su know me." Her eyes fell on the landscape painting that Zhen Zhen had made herself that Old Lady Li mentioned. She saw that she used simple lines to outline a magnificent landscape painting.

Ling Xiu Lan also learned to paint in France and has some knowledge of Chinese painting. Just by looking at the momentum, the layout, and the use of colors, you can tell that Zhen Zhen has a deep attainment in Chinese painting.

Old Lady Li was not satisfied with the paintings on the wall. "I think this painting is too plain. It is not as good as flowers and grass. You don't know that the Kangqin that Zhenzhen painted for her fourth brother is very beautiful. She learned it from the painting teacher in our forest area. After we came to the capital, Lao Su liked to paint mountains and rivers, and Zhenzhen rarely painted flowers and grass."

Ling Xiulan liked the painting more and more. She pulled Zhenzhen and said with a smile, "A good teacher really produces a good student. You are so young and yet you can draw such a good painting. I think my Junjie is not worthy of you."

Being attacked by his future father-in-law was fine, but even his own mother was stabbing him in the back. Xi Junjie's face turned black. He pushed Ling Xiulan's hand away, squeezed in between the two of them, and tried to show Zhenzhen his versatility: "Actually, I can do oil painting, and I can also play the violin and piano." After a pause, Xi Junjie looked at Zhenzhen seriously with an extremely sincere look in his eyes: "Also, I really think that it may be difficult to find a boy who is more handsome than me."

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