Jiang Dahai is a real person. He went home from his stall in the evening and carefully brought back a pig hind leg.
Sister-in-law Li gave full play to her cooking skills and cooked a large table full of dishes. Xia Tian repeatedly stopped her and said she couldn't eat that much. Mrs. Li laughed and said that Teacher Fang Yan from the Meixiang Department also had a good appetite.
Fang Yan nodded repeatedly and told Xia Tian that he was really delicious and I would not refuse Sister Li's kindness.
While eating, Jiang Dahai took a bottle of Xifeng old wine from the wine cabinet. Fang Yan looked at the year and found that the wine had been treasured by him for nearly thirty years.
Jiang Dahai opened the bottle cap, and the aroma of wine overflowed.
He smiled honestly and said, "Everyone, drink a little."
Anyway, he poured a glass for Xia Tian, a glass for Fang Yan, a glass for Mrs. Li, and also poured a glass for himself.
Jiang Qin handed over the cup in front of him and said pitifully: "Dad, that wine smells so good. Pour him some too."
Jiang Dahai put the cap on the bottle and said, "Children are not allowed to drink."
"Dad, he is no longer a child." Jiang Qin said coquettishly.
Jiang Dahai looked at his daughter's smile, and it was hard to describe how cruel he was to her.
Jiang Dahai stood up and raised his glass, and said with a serious expression and a sincere voice: "Thank you Miss Xia Tian, thank you Teacher Fang Yan ----- His father is incompetent and knows how to kill pigs, so his daughter Jiang Qin Please leave it to us.”
After saying that, he raised his head and drank all the wine in the glass.
Fang Yan has known Jiang Dahai for half a year. Jiang Dahai gives the impression that he is kind, honest and good-natured. He seldom talks, and always looks at his wife and children with a smile. I have never seen him blushing with anyone.
It was the first time that Fang Yan saw Jiang Dahai being so formal, and it was also the first time that Fang Yan saw him stand up and drink so boldly.
For his daughter, he did what a father could do. Like thousands of parents.
Xia Tian also stood up, raised her neck and drank the wine in the glass in one gulp. The smell of wine was strong, and a bright red immediately appeared on her face.
She looked at Jiang Dahai and said solemnly: "Mr. Jiang, my daughter Jiang Qin is a very talented child. It is precisely because of her talent that he hopes that she can study music and learn classical instruments. ----The path she is taking is one that no one has ever walked before, including him. So, he hopes that she can succeed, and he has high hopes for her. He believes that it won't take too long. When the time comes, I will definitely be shocked by my daughter's talent, and feel proud to have such a daughter - of course, even now, she is still our best, most well-behaved and sensible daughter."
Jiang Dahai smiled like a Maitreya Buddha, and also felt a little embarrassed, saying: "When Jiang Qin was in elementary school, he came back one time and told him that his classmates called her the butcher's daughter - he had no power, so he just She can be a butcher. But he doesn’t want them to see Jiang Qin in the future and call her a butcher’s daughter----"
"No." Xia Tian said comfortingly. "They will call her Teacher Jiang from now on."
"Thank you." Mrs. Li's eyes turned red. "Thank you Miss Xia Tian, he also toasted to me -----"
Jiang Dahai raised his glass to Fang Yan by mistake and said, "Fang Yan, why haven't you come home for dinner in so long?"
Fang Yan smiled and said, "I'm too busy working. Uncle Jiang, if you want to find someone to drink with, I'll be there on call."
The two clinked their glasses and drank the wine at the same time.
Fang Yan knew that Jiang Dahai would not know about the conversation between Sister Li and him.
After having enough wine and food, he refused Sister-in-law Li's fruit dinner and left Jiang Qin at home to accompany his parents. Fang Yan sent Xia Tian back to the hotel where she was staying.
Winter has arrived and the chill is getting deeper.
Most of the pedestrians on the street wore sweaters, thick coats, scarves and hats to wrap themselves up against the cold.
Whether the winter in Yanjing comes from the outside, the howling wind, and the ice cream hitting the face, or can it be resisted by adding an extra cotton-padded coat? The winter in Huacheng is from the outside to the outside. You feel the coldness in your bones first and then your body, which makes people hard to guard against.
Therefore, Xia Tian, who was wearing a black cotton skirt and brown leather boots, could not help feeling Huacheng's hostility toward her.
The only regret is that there is very little snow in Huacheng no matter how cold it is. For Fang Yan, a winter without snow is an imperfect winter.
He likes snow and the holy and clean feeling of the whole world being covered with ice and snow.
"Is it cold?" Fang Yan asked with a smile.
"Cool." Xia Tian wrapped her woolen coat tightly, straightened her sunglasses on the bridge of her nose, and said, "Huacheng is much cooler than Yanjing."
"He's also cold." Fang Yan said. "They should take a taxi back."
Xia Tian looked at Fang Yan with a smile and said, "Do I really hope to send him away?"
"Don't you think it's very fresh? If other men have the opportunity to take a walk with the national goddess Xia Tian, would they be willing to run naked?"
"I begged him to run naked, but he was very reluctant. How many people would have to stare at me?"
Fang Yan stretched out his legs to stop a taxi and said: "I don't like him, and he didn't even think about begging me, so we don't have to pretend to be ambiguous----"
Fang Yan opened the door and asked the taxi driver: "Master, build the Hilton Hotel Bridge."
Xia Tian looked at Fang Yan and said, "Aren't they friends?"
"Of course." Fang Yan said. "Friends, please go back to your homes after dinner."
Xia Tian giggled and said: "Okay. Then they will be friends."
She bent down and got into the car, swung her legs at Fang Yan's side, and said, "Good night. Remember what I promised him, and they will meet at Xixia Mountain."
The first time Xia Tian came into contact with Fang Yan was in Xixia Mountain, and the first time she saw Fang Yan doing Tai Chi was in Xixia Mountain, so she stubbornly requested that her MV be filmed in Xixia Mountain. Xia Tian's team has already negotiated with the person in charge of the Xixia Mountain Scenic Management Area, and there is a hundred welcome there. You can promote your scenic spots for free, and only fools won't welcome it.
When the taxi drove away, Fang Yan turned around and looked at the green belt behind him, and said in a cold voice: "Come out, don't do things in a sneaky way like my master----"
A middle-aged man walked out from behind the billboard, stood in front of Fang Yan, and said in a vicious voice: "We found them."
Fang Yan looked at him and said, "I'd better not hate him, because I won't kill him at all--it's a lot of hard work for me to kill him, but it's easy for him to kill me."
The man's fists clenched, but they soon expanded.
Not bothering to look at the middle-aged man's painful expression, Fang Yan directly ordered: "Bring the car over."
The middle-aged man waved his legs, and a black Audi slowly drove up to Fang Yan.
Fang Yan opened the door and walked into the back seat, followed by the middle-aged man in the passenger seat.
Fang Yan closed his eyes and rested his mind, and the car started driving quickly. Go towards the goal it has set long ago.
Caesar Winery is a grape import and export company located in the suburbs of Huacheng.
The wines are transported by sea from France, which is rich in wine, or other European and American countries, and are packaged at Caesar Winery, and then sold throughout the country.
Wine is naturally indispensable in a winery, so the distinguished guests in the manor can naturally enjoy it anytime and anywhere.
With an extremely wanton moan, the room finally fell silent.
A long-haired woman got up from the bed, picked up a men's shirt and put it on. Her snow-red thighs were naked, and the air exuded a seductive smell.
She walked to the wine cabinet and poured two glasses of red wine over. One was handed to the man on the bed, and the other was sipped by herself, and she said, "I feel a bad premonition." "
"Is it because he did a good job?" The man leaned on the bed, revealing his thick chest and inverted triangle chest muscles. In some ways, he is very confident.
"No, I'm doing very well," the woman said.
"That's the best compliment a man can receive." The man said with a smile. "I'm also great, the most charming woman he has ever seen. He even likes me a little bit."
"Like it? Are they worthy?" the woman sneered.
"That's not true. If you live tomorrow, Keke will die tomorrow. The second you live, Keke will die the next second. So, it doesn't matter whether you like it or not. It's really too luxurious." The man shrugged his shoulders. Said self-deprecatingly. He drank all the red wine in the glass and said, "What did I just say?"
"Just now, his ears were throbbing, and he had a premonition of danger. Their lives would be in danger," the woman said.
The man grinned and said: "Are the famous prostitute flowers also afraid? Then please tell the organization, are you afraid that the other flowers will laugh?"
The woman sneered and said: "Afraid? You can atone for your sins while you are alive, and you can rest only after you die - for people like them, death is the happiness they could have before. What is there to be afraid of? That is not a woman's Awareness of crisis, when he feels danger coming, will he always feel like that - he thinks that they have been exposed."
Everyone has beliefs. As a killer, their beliefs are not their own intuition. That kind of intuition saved their lives many times and allowed them to escape death countless times.
The man understood the truth and suddenly opened the quilt and jumped up from the bed, saying: "At least the prostitute Hua didn't miss anything in that aspect - notified Dongquang and they evacuated immediately. That place is no longer safe. "
"He said, no matter how anxious you are to leave - you still need to put on your pants, right?" Fang Yan squatted at the window and looked at them. "When we were naked like that, he was too embarrassed to look over."
He said he was embarrassed, but his eyes were really embarrassed.
That woman's figure is really good, that man's figure - bah bah bah, what are you looking at
(PS: My head hurts. I took medicine and sweated. So the update is late, sorry. Thank you for my cousin’s 10,000 rewards, but is there a one-a-day rhythm?)