In the afternoon, Qian Mai observed the teacher-student interaction in the studio again.
After a morning of getting along, the little guys no longer feel restrained, they are already laughing and dancing together.
Cao Shan also made new friends. At this moment, he smiled, and he was writing and painting across the table. Next to him, his new tablemate, a young girl with a braided braid called Zhou Yan'er, fluttering with big eyes, lay on the desk and gently gestured to him with her little finger, and whispered to him.
Mindful of these pure and almost silly smiles, Qian Mai went upstairs contentedly. What made her even more excited was that the "Lovely You" website swept away the previous harassment and censure, and the voices of "Come on" and "Congratulations" began to appear constantly.
The most curious thing is that the "orangutan" that bothered her for a while, unexpectedly deleted the post with a high click-through rate-"Who have we offended?" Who have we achieved? ". Instead, there is a set of "cute you" high-definition interior decoration layout drawings. There are countless posts below, and a lot of applause.
Latent Wheat smiled recklessly. It takes time and action to manage things like human heart slowly!
Of course, there are also mischievous people, and there are more than one or two. In a series of "Marks" and "Braised Braised Rows", the IP addresses are pointing to the uncles and aunts' homes one after another. It seems that she has to find some time to beat and beat a few younger siblings.
Looking at the posts one by one, Sun Hongmei opened the door and walked in with irresistible excitement all over her face: "Mai, good news, great news..."
"Why, gold coins are in the sky?" Is it necessary to be so excited
I was so excited that Sun Hongmei automatically blocked the unpleasant words. He rushed over, grabbed Qianmai’s shoulders, and said incoherently: "The reporter of Huayang Daily, I saw my article... He said that I wrote very well, and let me be his correspondent... "
Then, without waiting for Qianmai to ask carefully, the hand on his shoulders vigorously shook his shoulders like chicken blood: "I didn't expect that my literary dream can be realized again in my life. This article has nothing to do with'cute you'... So, you must promise me..."
Sorrowful! Latent Wheat's head was stunned, and his hair was calm and messy. She's asking for instructions, it's just trying to force the palace.
"Come on, let go of me..." It's important to save your fragile head first, and Latent Wheat replied repeatedly. How big is it? Isn't it a Pulitzer Prize, a small piece of tofu-like news report, is it necessary to be excited to be like this
As for the article mentioned, she certainly knows it. Because, so far, Sun Hongmei has written the only article published in the internal journal, and she provided the clue.
The protagonist of the graphic report is an old deaf couple who is over sixties. They have been running food stalls all night long at the corner of the street for 30 years without hindrance. The dark night blushed his eyes, the winter wind cracked his cheeks, and the years urged his black hair to turn white. The old couple relied on their own hands to support a college student son. There was even money left to buy two small houses in the suburbs of Jiangnan and Jiangbei.
Family love is boundless! There is no high and low labor! Such plain and glorious civilian stories are naturally worth reading and being moved by more people.
"You should cooperate with the reporters of Huayang Daily. However, before the interview, you'd better consult the old couple for their opinions."
"I got it." Seeing Qianmai opened her mouth, Sun Hongmei went out in a hurry, for fear that she would regret it. The office door was closed and pushed back quickly, and a big smile came in, and he said embarrassedly: "Mai, I forgot to say that the reporter...he wants to see you."
The two came downstairs one after another. From a distance, they saw Du Qunsheng's iconic beard in the hall.
It is said that people who engage in literature and art have a weird temper and a moody mood. Qian Mai has seen Du Qunsheng's unreasonable cards, and before he knows his intentions, he decides to watch the changes first.
"Reporter Du, rare guest!"
"If you don't allow interviews, can I still be a regular customer?"
Sweat to death! Qianmai can be 100% sure that he really didn't offend this bearded man. Does he choke her every time he doesn't move
"I just turned around and it feels pretty good."
What a mighty emperor's grace! Qianmai didn't dare to take this as a compliment, and said with a smile: "Thank you."
"These kids are very cute, and the training class is called "Lovely You", which is appropriate."
"Yeah. In my heart, they are all cute little angels. Just accidentally bruised the little wing."
"What kind of people do you want to train them into?" After the conversation, Du Qunsheng turned abruptly and went straight to the topic: "I heard that you have also invited professionals from the Auditory and Language Rehabilitation Center from Hangzhou."
It's worthy of the old world of news, the news is really well-informed: "Let's do it! Do my best, rely on them to become talents."
"However, the news I got is not like this." Looking at the staff around them, Du Qunsheng lowered his voice slightly and said: "Someone told me that Longquan DF Celadon's unique eighteen town treasures The rare books of grade celadon literature actually come from you. The condition is that DF must provide you with eighteen jobs with the best long-term benefits. Is it true?"
Potential Wheat was taken aback, calmly, neither affirmed nor denied. Secretly sighed: "This guy's news network is too wide." Despite hearsay, it is quite different from the facts.
At the beginning, the reason why all the 18 rare celadon literatures were given to DF Company, apart from making the best use of them, one was because it was the family company of Uncle Tan Xiangyang's family; the other was that the predecessor of DF Company burned cellars for generations, and the superb skills were passed on from generation to generation. Since the founding of the People's Republic of China, there have been several national craft masters. In her opinion, it couldn't be more cost-effective to exchange 18 rare books for 18 masters.
Unexpectedly, this matter leaked out and spread to Du Qunsheng's ears.
"Don't deny it, then admit it." Du Qunsheng obviously refused to let go of this opportunity to dig into the news.
Qian Mai had to bite the bullet and replied: "I didn't do it deliberately, but just kept a hand. The children are still young, and it spreads prematurely. I will be very passive in doing things in the future. People are unsure, and maybe some people think that I have cultivated laborers since I was young. I want to profit from it!"
"Furthermore, everyone has their own ambitions. When children grow up, this kind of opportunity may not be rare."
Speaking of this, Du Qunsheng was not good at insisting on it, so he spread his hands and said with regret: "It's a pity! What a great subject..."
Seeing that he finally gave up, Qian Mai secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and his mind became more active. I smiled apologetically and said, "It won't be a pity. When 18 children of "Lovely You" learn the truth and make all kinds of exquisite celadon works, I invite you to compare the rare books one by one. , Write the story behind it."
I thought that Du Qunsheng would be upset by being gracefully rejected. Unexpectedly, this time, he looked at the childish and cute smiles in the children's "family portrait" on the wall, his thin lips lifted, and he actually smiled: "Waiting for your news! Don't let me wait until Gu Xi is old!"
After finishing speaking, he picked up the interview camera bag on the coffee table and did not say goodbye, called Sun Hongmei, and strode out.
As soon as Du Qunsheng left, Chen Mo came in from outside, holding a stack of newspaper letters in his hand. Seeing Qianmai chatting with Liu Feipeng in the lobby, he handed her a bulging envelope marked "Pro Qi".
Qian Mai is puzzled, usually these letters are handled by Chen Mo with full authority. However, I didn't say anything. I took it, took the scissors, and opened it in two or more strokes. Then, he sucked in one breath!
In the big envelope, red, green and green are all cash! There are hundreds of denominations, and there are also one and fifty cents.
After checking the outer shell of the envelope carefully, there was neither a postmark nor a signed address, and only the words "Qianmaiqinqi" were simply written.
Chen Mo had been watching silently on the side, and said his guess: "The donation should be delivered directly from the mailbox at the door, and the time is just now. This envelope is pressed on the "Evening News" that has just been delivered today."
"Will it be relatives or friends?" Liu Feipeng speculated.
Qian Mai thought for a moment, and shook his head gently. As far as relatives and friends are concerned, they pay attention to the scenes of exchanges and mutual favors, and everyone will know it. Even if you don't transfer money at the bank, the red-packaged numbers are neat and auspicious, and they won't be like a large pile of crumpled cash.
This feeling is a bit like the smell of breaking a piggy bank when I was a child.
"Could it be the reporter just now?" Liu Feipeng had been helping out in the lobby today. After thinking about it carefully, he felt that the reporter who had just left was the most "suspicious".
"No." Qianmai immediately denied, looking at the hard and soft, condensed pen handwriting on the envelope, and said: "If I'm not mistaken, the person who donated it should be a woman."
The three moved to the door together, looking back and forth in the vicinity. The streets are full of traffic and pedestrians come and go in a hurry. Not far from the Moon Lake, the setting sun is shining in the west, and the mountains and lakes are more charming. On the Crescent Tower Square on holidays, citizens may sit or exercise. Everything is the same as usual.
Fu went in again, poured out all the cash, and counted them down, the total amount was 8,632 yuan.
In the evening, Qianmai opened a box in "Xinpengji" as usual to entertain everyone who had been busy for a day. When they were full of food and drink, they were all tired, and everyone decided to leave early and go back to rest.
Qianmai went to queue to pay the bill. Looking around, the open restaurant downstairs was full of seats, and the waiters were so busy that they should be very busy when they want to come to "Xin Peng Ji".
At this time, the elevator door on the west side opened, and Peng Chen and Shen Zhou accompanied Zhu Shoubin's father and other elderly people out. I think there has been a thank-you banquet at noon, and all the people I received in the evening were acquaintances, and everyone talked and laughed, and they were very casual in their gestures.
As if he had a heart, Peng Chen saw the latent wheat in the high-necked sweater in the crowd at a glance. While Zhu Shoubin's father met an acquaintance greeted him, he quietly paced over. His eyes were shining, but he pretended to be nonchalant, and put his card into the hands of Qianmai.
Then, without waiting for her to react, he leaned down and whispered accusations: "You stole my sheets!"
Boom... Qianmai's face slowly swelled into flushing. Standing on the spot, his lips were tightened, and he gritted his teeth and stared at the man who dropped the bomb and turned around indifferently. Damn it, can't he pretend to have amnesia
The next time, every second is like a year. As if it had been a long time for a century, Qianmai finally settled the account.
Walking out of the door, looking around, but Nan Weiwei and Liu Feipeng were not seen. He was about to return to the box to have a look, his shoulders were strongly swept, and then he was dragged into the office on the top floor.
Peng Chen's kiss was more violent than a gust of wind and rain, and the day's suppressed longing completely broke out at this moment, and all that lingered in her mind was her figure that bloomed like a flower last night. The moment the tip of the tongue was tangled, his hands also climbed the curve that made him ecstasy, as if he was going to take her apart and eat it.
A missed kiss, instantly puffed out...
Until they were about to suffocate, they reluctantly panted and separated.
Forcefully suppressing the desire/hope that is ready to go, Peng Chen spit out four words in a rough voice: "I miss you so much!"
The heart is like a drum, and the whole body's cells burn like an electric grill. The burning on her face made her feel that she could burn at any time. So he buried his head in his arms and pretended to be dead.
For a long time, the two cuddled together quietly, feeling each other's heartbeat.
"On your side, is it going well today?" For a long time, Peng Chen leaned over and asked softly against her cheek.
"It went well."
"Sorry! I didn't go there."
"It's ok."
"...Does it still hurt?" Peng Chen felt red, hesitated for a moment, and asked after all.
"Eh?" Hearing Qianmai was stunned by the unexpected words. Slowly recovered, finally recovered his normal face, and once again burned his butt to red. Pretending not to hear, he reached out and pinched Peng Chen around the waist. This guy, now the cat is crying and the mouse is fake mercy? I begged him so last night, and I didn't see his men show any mercy.
Peng Chen didn't feel pain or itching, stroked the ring on his waist, and rubbed it carefully. Like a fragile treasure, he gently kissed her on the cheek: "My wife, I'm sorry!"
"Eh?" Qianmai was puzzled, and learned something, as he turned his bare hand, he gently rubbed the ring on his hand. This person's hand is really blessed, and he wore the simple and low-key ring she chose, with a calm and introverted taste.
Her answer was a barely audible sigh.
Peng Chen is indeed depressed today! In his busy schedule, he asked Tang Yin to find out what documents the overseas Chinese needed to get married, and planned to get the marriage certificate together early next week. Who thought, but was told that he was not yet the legal age for marriage.
Doubtful, I took out my passport no less than five or six times, but it was still more than two damn months away. Still not giving up, a call to the Civil Affairs Bureau was still a pot of cold water. How can I tell him not to feel sad...
"My wife, don't go back tonight. I have something to show you."
"No..."
Look, this is the most direct loss of interest without books. Peng Chen sighed again.
"Don't sigh! Sigh again and you will become a little old man!" After all, he couldn't bear to see him disappointed, Qian Mai smiled and raised his hand, gently rubbing the faint "Chuan" character between his eyebrows, and whispered: "I should Going away, Weiwei said yes, she is waiting for me downstairs."
"She left long ago." Peng Chen curled his lips, completely ignoring this reason. Just now he sent Zhu Shoubin's father out, and she ran into Nan Weiwei outside the door, and she stuffed him a few red envelopes. I just wanted to talk, but when I saw Shen Zhou, I pulled Liu Feipeng and hurriedly avoided.
"Then I should go home too. Xiao Mo returned to Nanjiang, Xiao Hai will definitely drink at the celebration dinner tonight. It should be over by this time, I have to go back and watch him..."
One wants to stay, one wants to go, and you come and I play Tai Chi.
It is said that Cao Cao, Cao Cao will be there. At this time, Qianmai's cell phone rang. When it is connected, Qian Xiaohai is facing a drunken hiccup: "Sister, I'm going to be drunk! Come and pick me home."
Peng Chen was dizzy. This kid is really smart. I knew I was going to be drunk, and I knew I called in advance to find someone to close the stall. Why didn't I think of this trick before. Turn back to pick up the car keys, and follow his fate to work as a porter. (To be continued, if you want to know what is going on, please visit www.qidian.com, there are more chapters, the author is supported, and the genuine reading is supported!)