Ordinary men can think like that and complain like that to their wives, but Lao Zhao can't.
His family background is not as good as his wife's, and his power and money are not as good as his wife's.
When he married his wife, he seemed to have spent a lot of money, but it was all for himself.
The couple only lived in the wedding house he bought for a month before moving to this villa.
As a result, Lao Zhao and his wife had nothing to say and fell into a cold war.
But Yang Fan and Zhao Xin were chatting happily.
No matter how mature a female high school student is, she will never be too mature. She still retains the youthfulness of a girl.
The older people get, the more they like pure and pure things.
It is wrong to say that people are not things.
In fact, humans are also things, just like humans are also animals, and they have something in common with other animals.
Zhao Xin has something pure and natural that Yang Fan recognizes, and is not the acquired show of a green tea bitch.
The main thing is that Zhao Xin is good-looking.
Good looks are a stepping stone, and they can easily break into other people's hearts.
The human soul has a threshold, just like Tsinghua University and Peking University have cutoffs. If you can't reach it, you won't be able to get in.
If you can't break in, there's no need to talk about anything else.
Just like some large companies that have academic requirements for recruiting people, if they fail to meet the academic requirements, no matter how good the job seeker is, they will only be disappointed.
There is the sofa in the living room.
"Why aren't you talking?" The more she listened to the laughter of her daughter and Yang Fan coming from the piano, the more angry Mrs. Zhao became with her husband.
"I have nothing to say, I am just reflecting on myself." Lao Zhao said in frustration.
It’s impossible to speak, and it’s impossible not to speak.
"You have nothing to say?" Mrs. Zhao raised her voice, but realized that there was an outsider. Although the distance was a bit far, if she continued to raise the decibels, it would affect Yang Fan and her daughter. She had to lower her voice: "Xiaofan, follow me. Little girls have endless things to say. There is a generation gap between you and me, right? "
"No, we are the same age, there is no generation gap." Lao Zhao said depressedly.
Over here at the piano.
Yang Fan felt very comfortable being able to chat with Zhao Xin about her studies, music, movies, and the history of the world.
People of different ages have different charms.
The fruit is so pure that it is spotless and ignorant.
Zhao Xin has her own desire and opinions to express herself, and can chat freely with Yang Fan, always online.
Guoguo often disconnects.
So when talking to her mother, she sometimes didn't know why she was beaten for no reason.
Zhao Xin felt more comfortable chatting with Yang Fan, especially when talking about history, a majestic picture seemed to unfold before her eyes.
There is everything in the scroll. She is like a gust of wind, like a distant echo, chasing the wings of dreams, looking for the glorious dynasty with golden walls in the eternal myth.
It is an ink mark hidden deep in the annals of history, bringing people indescribable beauty and sorrow.
It is a memory engraved in the clouds, leaving an unforgettable weight and atmosphere in the world.
It is like the stars engraved on the sword, like the sun set off by the crown, and the graceful dance under the veil awakens a legend of a prosperous age.
With Yang Fan's voice, the ancient wind chimes began to play, and the notes as rich as a yellow bell and a big Lu penetrated into the sky.
Zhao Xin touches the outline of the poem with his imagination. The snowflakes in his palm are about to burst, and the branches of his dream are covered with stars.
There is no more exciting mood than Maple Bridge, swaying the autumn moon.
It presents the magnificence of life and the grandeur of artistic feelings in the realm of a national spirit.
Its beauty is intoxicating and unforgettable.
Zhao Xin held his breath, as if worried that his voice would wake up this prosperous dream.
"Brother, is this history?" After hearing about the birth and fall of a dynasty, Zhao Xin couldn't calm down for a long time.
"Yes, an ancient history, splendid and wonderful, performed by countless lives, cannot be presented in a movie." Yang Fan said.
"Yes, the movies nowadays are not very good, and I don't want to go to the cinema with my mother." Zhao Xin complained: "I can only search on the video network on weekends for old movies that have higher ratings and have been released for several years or even a long time. look."
"It will get better and better." Yang Fan has also watched some movies with high box office and high ratings in recent years.
Based on his judgment of the market, many good movies will appear in the next few years.
The soil was not very friendly before, but it is slowly getting better now.
"However, youth only lasts a few years. Even if there are more and more good movies and TV series in the next few years, our generation has missed it." Zhao Xin said: "Looking back on these years in the future, I feel that nothing is left, only Study, study, don’t even think about studying.”
Yang Fan was slightly startled.
Yes, youth needs a carrier.
This carrier can be a person, a song, or a movie.
But as a carrier of memory, people are not suitable.
Because many people will eventually disappear into the vast sea of people and have nothing to do with them anymore.
As for music or movies, you can find them quickly if you look for them.
Once found, forgotten time can be recovered.
Once a person is lost, it will take a lifetime to find him.
Most of the memories that Yang Fan can't remember in his life exist in a song or a movie.
Maybe some movies were not so popular when they were first released, but then...
In his previous life, one night, Yang Fan, who wanted almost everything, secretly went to an Internet cafe to play.
He turned on a movie to watch, and before he knew it, many people were standing behind him to watch.
It was a movie that was 95% comedy at the beginning, but ended up being a tragedy. It tanked at the box office and nearly bankrupted the investment company.
But later, as time passed, it became more and more popular and was regarded as a classic.
There is one actor every year, and one star every century.
Star Lord is the youth of a generation, to be precise, one of the most important carriers of youth memories of a generation.
The carrier is covered with memories of youth. Through this carrier, you can also see other forgotten memories.
Memory is like water without roots, it disappears as soon as it falls.
But in fact, they did not disappear, they were just hidden in the vast earth and left behind the people who kept moving forward.
When you look back one day, no matter how far away you are, you can see them lingering in the same place, rising and falling in the long river of time.
It's just that people can never go back, they can only watch from a distance, or smile, or burst into tears.
After chatting with Zhao Xin for a long time, and then returning to the living room to chat with Lao Zhao and Mrs. Zhao for a while, Yang Fan got up.
It's almost nine o'clock in the evening.
Yang Fan didn't ride a scooter home, but took a taxi.
The electric scooter is at work, so I didn't ride it over.
After get off work, he came here in Lao Zhao's car.
Lao Zhao and his daughter came back from seeing Yang Fan off. His daughter went to take a bath, but his wife left him in the living room.
"A very perfect person." Yang Fan went back, and Mrs. Zhao finally commented on Yang Fan to her husband, her eyes full of admiration.
Not only talking in the kitchen, but also chatting at the dining table and gossiping in the living room, Yang Fan and she all have a common language.