Raising Babies in the 70s

Chapter 95: look up

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—Let Lu Yan help out with ideas

This time, even Qin Rou felt incredible.

Qin Rou looked at Lu Yan. Comrade Lu, the taciturn king when talking about a blind date, played tricks one after another, making his daughter-in-law confused. After seeing the magic of turning around and typing out the marriage report at the first sight player.

Qin Rou: "Is your sister overestimating you?"

Forget outsiders like Lao Wang and Zhao, it's a bit unbelievable that my own sister can believe that their brother Lu is a scumbag.

The blind cat met dead rats only once or twice. How could there be so much good luck, Lu Maomao picked up all the dead rats.

Lu Yan: "...my nephew must be joking."

Captain Lu also felt that this matter was too unbelievable.

But Xia Mingxi said that his mother was serious: "Little uncle, my mother asked you to call her, saying that if you treat her as your own sister, you can call her."

Lu Yan: "..."

He and Qin Rou glanced at each other, the expressions of the couple were indescribable, Lu Yan walked out of the yard, Qin Rou and Xia Mingxi followed to watch the fun, Zhou Zhou and Jiaozi also followed behind the adults, the Lu family Line up in a small train to go out.

Dumpling asked: "What is Dad going to do?"

"Call your aunt, shhh, don't make a sound, Zhou Zhou looks at my younger brother." The little dumpling in their family has been talking more and more recently, and compared with their calm and quiet brother, they seem more and more out of touch.

"I don't want my brother to look at me." Little Jiaozi is quite rebellious at this moment, no matter what the adults say, he wants to do the opposite.

Zhou Zhou on the side said calmly: "Do you want to be Zhou Zhou?"

Little Dumpling: "..."

Xiao Jiaozi felt an inexplicable temptation, walked over to hug Zhou Zhou, patted him on the back and softly comforted him: "My brother, be good..."

Zhou Zhou rubbed his face, looked at Qin Rou and said softly and cutely: "Mom, what I can hear."

This tone is just like the soft and cute tone of Xiao Jiaozi when she usually acts like a baby.

It's just that the sentences that come out of the mouth are not like the usual little dumplings that can be said obediently.

Qin Rou: "..."

Qin Rou swallowed her saliva, she suddenly felt that her sons had a bit of artistic talent, maybe they could really be admitted to an art school, such as filming and acting in a drama.

At such a young age, they are two little drama stars.

When Dundun Tiaotiao, who are not much different in age, grow up, they don't know what kind of housekeeping game they want to play together...

Thinking of this, Qin Rou felt that the future was difficult to describe.

Lu Yan called Third Sister Lu in the telephone room, and she was connected quickly.

"Little brother, is Xiao Ming here?"

"arrive."

"I told you something too?"

"Sue."

"Can't you just say a few more words? Give your sister an idea."

"I'll give you my own advice now." Lu Yan held the phone receiver and said lazily: "When talking about a partner, speak concisely and to the point, don't talk nonsense."

"Really?" But Third Sister Lu on the other side was puzzled: "But I'm writing a letter? There must be a few more words in the letter, right?"

Lu Yan: "...you can figure it out yourself."

"Little brother, bring me some templates for letter writing. You have been with us for several years, and you have always written a lot of letters. Let your sister and I refer to it..."

"I'm warning you, don't say you haven't written it, who are you fooled by? People from the old Zhao's family have called our house, and our parents and mothers know about it. You help people make pen pals and talk to each other. Now When it's your own sister's turn, don't you want to help?"

Lu Yan: "..."

All words were blocked by this old lady.

"I haven't written a letter, but I have written a lot of battle plans."

"Then show me your battle plan to your sister. I have a friend who is on the island. In five days, you can ask someone to bring the materials to me. It should be urgent."

"I have given you plenty of time."

"Fuck it, brother, you can't cheat your own sister. I took good care of you when you were a child. Every time I play the card of being a traitor, I will throw it to your fourth brother."

Lu Yan: "...Obviously I changed it myself."

"If I hadn't turned a blind eye, would you have succeeded so easily?"

Lu Yan: "You secretly changed my teacher card."

"I won it by my ability... If you really count, how much have you cheated on your sister since you were a child? Lu Yan?!"

Lu Yan raised her eyebrows and said, "You can't imitate the letter I wrote."

Although he hasn't written many letters, Brother Lu is full of confidence.

"I don't believe it unless you let me see it."

The siblings hung up the phone.

Qin Rou learned about the battle between their siblings outside, she covered her forehead: "Can you show those shit battle plans to outsiders?"

Shame.

What is written is all about stuff, serious and so on.

The corner of Lu Yan's mouth twitched, and he stepped forward to embrace his daughter-in-law's shoulders, and said confidently, "Don't worry, Brother Lu, I have my own way."

Qin Rou: "I hope so."

Don't fool your own sister.

After the third sister Lu Xuan hung up the phone, she had fun alone for a while. She was just idle and bored. Otherwise, why would she use Lu Yan, a dog-headed military advisor

As a real sister, how could she not know the nature of this thing

It's already jaw-dropping that this guy can marry a wife, and he can also give advice to help find a partner

Like his fourth brother Lu Xiao, they are both cheaters.

At Lu Xuan's age, she is no longer obsessed with the matter of getting married and talking about a partner. Is it necessary if the children are so old? It doesn't matter if you have a spouse or not.

Anyway, Lu Xuan is very satisfied with her current life.

Taking her son to Guangcheng, she did have some affection for Lu Qing, the chef of the restaurant, but this affection was not enough to explain anything. She didn't care if there was another man in her life.

Lu Xuan called the old Comrade Lu, frankly fishing for law enforcement: "I am trying to talk about your daughter now, and my little brother Lu Yan can give me advice."

If the negotiation fails, it's definitely not because of her third child, but because of the younger brother who was the one who took the blame.

My dear brother, isn't it just for taking the blame.

The fourth brother recited the fifth brother's recitation.

Old Comrade Lu: "???!!!!"

Comrade Lu took a deep breath: "Are you sure?"

"You asked Lu Yan to come up with an idea. If you can succeed, unless the sun comes out from the west?"

The phone call from Zhao's family had already made him feel inexplicable, but now his daughter's phone call made him even more confused.

His son Lu Yan, is he still that Lu Yan

"I trust my little brother. If he gives me any advice, I will do as he says."

Although she said so on her lips, Third Sister Lu thought in her heart: Yes, if this can be successful, unless the sun comes out from the west.

"Dad, I just want to tell you, you can rest assured and wait."

Lu Zongyi: "..."

This made him feel at ease, he had only one way to give up! ! !

You kids are outrageous! ! Outrageous! !

Zhao Jianghong was very excited these two days, because his old buddy, Comrade Lu Yan, Captain Lu, asked someone to bring him a message, saying that he wanted to read the exchanged letters between him and his partner, and use it as a "staff staff".

Comrade Zhao readily agreed. As a creator who is currently obsessed with literature and art, he has a desire to share and show off. He is very satisfied with the letters he writes, and he will not be ashamed to be exposed in front of others.

He has to show off his face in front of some people and let him know how sweet and moving his love life is.

Therefore, Zhao Jianghong has been preparing for these two days. He picked out four or five "essence letters" and read them in the cabin every day, sometimes on the deck facing the sea affectionately.

"Ah, the sea..."

Zhou Zhenhua is Zhao Jianghong's roommate in the same cabin. He can't stand it anymore. He would rather Zhao Jianghong still look like a year ago, looking at the blue sky and sea in the corner secretly melancholy all day long, than turning into a fly buzzing like this.

Listening to his affectionate and half-spoken letter, goosebumps on Zhou Zhenhua's arms kept popping up.

Obviously the weather in Qiongzhou Island is not cold, why did he feel a cold wave coming.

Chill like a cold.

"Old Zhao, can you stop reading?"

Let go of your good roommate.

"Wait another two days, I have to make adequate preparations now."

"Tell the truth, Lao Zhao." Zhou Zhenhua persuaded him earnestly: "You finally found someone you like, so you should cherish it."

Don't pollute her ears like that.

Some sentences are very beautiful when written, but when you read them, it is not the same thing at all. These few Chinese sentences are mixed with foreign language and Suzhou language. Please let everyone on the boat listen, and please let yourself go.

"Writing is more attractive than sound. If you read it to your partner like this, Comrade Ye may not be happy."

Zhou Zhenhua thought in his heart: Not only is he unhappy, he even has the same aversion to cold as him.

After hearing Zhou Zhenhua's words, Zhao Jianghong didn't care at all: "Who said I was going to read it to Mingxiu? Am I that stupid?"

Zhao Jianghong thought to himself, can I not know how disgusting I am and how much I deserve to be beaten

"I feel sick myself, Lao Zhou, do you feel sick too?"

Zhou Zhenhua almost choked on his own saliva: "It's disgusting, it's so disgusting, it's just disgusting, fucking open the door for nausea, it's so disgusting."

Zhao Jianghong nodded and said, "That's right!!"

Such an effect made Comrade Zhao very satisfied.

"To you!!!" Zhou Zhenhua was about to yell, "I'd rather go out to sea and get seasick and eat bean sprouts than listen to you recite these stupid things."

"Ah, ah, it's just a couple of days, wait for me to practice for a while." Zhao Jianghong patted him on the shoulder, reassuring him, "Dude, you haven't dated yet, right? It's good to listen to what my brother reads. "

Zhou Zhenhua: "..." Hehe.

"You don't believe it, do you? Next time I will take you to meet my other buddy named Lu."

Zhao Jianghong thought to himself, every time he went to Lu Yan's house, he showed off his face. This time it was his home game, so he must let Lu Yan know what it means to "treat people with admiration for three days after farewell".

Comrade Zhao still remembers Captain Lu's composition performance, poof—

Zhao Jianghong took out the letter he wrote, thinking that he must throw it in front of this surname Lu, and let him palm his eyes.

— also made him envious.

It's best to let his wife see it, he has never written to his wife like this, has he

This guy can't write it!

"Old Lu!" Lu Yan and Zhao Jianghong borrowed the office of a certain submarine brigade on the shore to meet.

As soon as they met, Zhao Jianghong couldn't wait to dump four or five letters from Lu Yan.

Lu Yan: "..."

He raised his handsome eyebrows, and said narrowly, "Why do you look like you're waiting for the leader's review?"

Brother Lu said that he couldn't understand the kid's complacent appearance.

Zhao Jianghong crossed his arms and decided not to argue with him for the time being: "Take it apart and have a look, old buddy."

Lu Yan opened a letter and opened the paper to see the content... "???!!"

Captain Lu's heart was like a magma erupting. He was thinking: Is the person I'm talking about writing these things

Zhao Jianghong was beaming with joy.

He said proudly, "Lu Yan, have you written to your daughter-in-law?"

Lu Yan: "..."

"Would you like me to read it to you affectionately, listen, I'm starting to read—"

"Hold on, bring a pen and paper." Lu Yan said, Brother Lu, I'll write it for you on the spot.

Isn't it the format of English not English Chinese not Chinese Soviet or Soviet

Make a copy for you to see.

In front of Zhao Jianghong, Lu Yan picked up a pen and wrote a large piece in a profuse manner, the content of which was roughly:

The weather is calm today, looking at the azure blue sea, my heart is calm like sea water, but it is actually turbulent. The waves beat on the reef, just like my one is suffering...

I have now come up with three solutions to the math problem you discussed with me a few days ago.

Solution one...

Solution two...

Zhao Jianghong: "..." Math problem? Why is it a math problem

Do husband and wife still discuss math problems in private? Isn't it time to talk about the stars and the moon, and talk about romantic things like picking up shells on the blue sky, the sea, and the beach

After Lu Yan finished writing a letter, he drew four or five more letters according to the gourd drawing. These letters still look decent.

Zhao Jianghong: "Are you sure your little Qin will be happy to see these letters?"

Lu Yan chuckled inwardly: I think I'm not stupid.

—I showed it to my daughter-in-law when I was out of my mind.

But Brother Lu didn't show his expression in front of people, so he picked up a letter written by himself and compared it with Zhao Jianghong's letter.

"Look, who can write beautifully?" Lu Yan's eyebrows were beaming, regardless of what was written in the letter, but his handwriting was absolutely beautiful, and he even showed off a handful of gorgeous cursive characters. The typography is particularly beautiful and comfortable, which is eye-catching.

—It cannot be copied by outsiders.

Exclusive to Brother Lu.

"Tell me, which one does my daughter-in-law like better?" Lu Yan raised the letter in his hand. Compared with the beautiful font on his letter, the dog crawling on the other letter looked particularly tragic.

Zhao Jianghong: "..."

Zhao Jianghong will be pissed off by him! ! ! !

In fact, his handwriting isn't that bad, it's just ordinary, stroke by stroke that can be recognized by others, but it can be placed together with Lu Yan's handwriting...

His face was shown by his words.

This person's composition is written like that, why is this kind of guy able to write good handwriting? God is not fair! ! !

The two brothers Lu Yan patted his shoulders nicely, and said with a false sigh: "Brother, you still have to practice your handwriting well. Your partner will definitely be happier when you finish practicing your handwriting."

"Brother Lu, I'm leaving. Take it home tomorrow and show it to my daughter-in-law. She must be very happy."

Lu Yan said with a smug smile, and patted the letters in his hand. He was very satisfied, and had such a beautiful "model" to copy. I can't do it myself.

Zhao Jianghong looked at his confident back as he left gracefully, and was really taken aback for a moment.

Should lovers talk about math problems

Zhao Jianghong: "..."

How about trying it next time

Give it a try, Zhao Jianghong wrote a letter to Ye Mingxiu, and discussed math problems with her. He wrote a bunch of eloquently, and finally he couldn't finish it. To be honest, it's better than racking his brains to break up those romantic sentences. , or solving problems is more refreshing.

After all, when solving math problems, there are ideas to be found, and there are correct answers.

"Brother Lu really has a lot of experience, and he knows that lovers need to play tricks." After all, it's been three years, and it's time to get tired of talking about the stars and the moon, so we have to change to some unusual dishes.

Zhao Jianghong nodded thoughtfully.

He entrusted someone to bring the letter to Ye Mingxiu, and soon received a reply, which read:

—You are knowledgeable and talented, let me look up to you.

When Zhao Jianghong saw this sentence, his cheeks flushed with excitement.

But what he didn't know was that when the girl said this sentence, the translation would be: I don't think I can understand this shit topic.

But... Although Comrade Xiaoye couldn't understand it, Ye Mingxiu really thought it was quite powerful.

—It’s the feeling of being very irritable and feeling that the partner is very powerful.

Well written, can you stop writing next time