Fang Yan has met many people who are beautiful, cold, arrogant and serious.
Except for the wind, everyone is upright and square.
His impression of Dao Ling was very vague, because when he was very young, Dao Ling was already working outside. During the holidays, Daoling would drive back just to have a look at Yuanji. The two had almost no interaction.
He looked very mature and steady, but he didn't expect Dao Ling to have such a teasing and joking side.
Just now he had a very serious look on his face which made people feel stressed, but suddenly he grinned with a very proud look on his face. It was so real and adorable.
Dao Ling is known as the most grumpy person in the family, but such a grumpy person can make a fuss in front of the Prime Minister. Naturally, it cannot be judged by common sense.
Fang Yan remembered that sentence and did not underestimate the heroes of Tiandong.
"You say he got shit luck? What if he got shit luck when he was old? Some people want to pick up shit but have no luck -" Dao Ling said carelessly.
Lin Donghai frowned slightly, knowing that walls have ears, so just keep some words in your heart and never ask to be spoken out. But if he knew Dao Ling's character, he would not dare to slam the table and throw a cup in front of the Prime Minister, and his persuasion would not be in vain.
"I dare you to think, I dare say, whether the third uncle is really good-natured." Fang Yan pushed him down his leg and flattered him. He was really unconvinced. Is there really someone flattering him and asking for a high score
"I've been a naughty boy since I was little." Dao Ling came over and put his arm around Fang Yan's shoulders and said, "Hey, come in and drink tea." Let’s have a good chat with my uncle and nephew—does he want to hear how I, Xiaofu, did it? "
The house has a classical structure, and a large amount of original color wood is used inside.
The heat in the tea room was very high. Fang Yan and Dao Ling were sitting on the mahogany chairs covered with blankets, and the secretary brought them some brewed tea.
Dao Ling swung his legs and said to his secretary: "Take it out. I don't want to drink that coarse tea tomorrow. All the men and women from Yanwu have a good tea ceremony."
He pointed to the tea-making tools in front of him and said to Fang Yan: "I have called him Third Uncle for so many years, but he has never tasted a bowl of tea soup I made. Come on, give me a chance tomorrow."
Fang Yan smiled bitterly and took over the tea sets and started to live.
Fang Yan moved skillfully and quickly brought a cup of brewed black tea to Dao Ling. Dao Ling took a look at the color of the soup, then brought it to his nose and smelled the fragrance, and said with emotion: "I want to have a cup outside." Tea is really not easy.”
Daoling is in a high position, what kind of good tea would he like to drink but he can't
However, if you want to drink good tea like Yanwu, it will not be an easy task. It has nothing to do with tea, but everything to do with the person who makes the tea.
Maybe Dao Ling's secretary assistant is very capable, but no, for things like the tea ceremony, one looks at nurturing and the other looks at talent. Indispensable.
"Uncle San wants to drink tea, so he often goes back to Yanwu to visit." Fang Yan said with a smile. “Every household in Yanwu makes good tea. Not only good tea, but also good wine—Zhang Ma’s Shao Dao, Li’s sister-in-law’s plum wine, and Li Xiaotian’s father’s March Drunk. They are all top-notch. Good wine. Different types of wine have different tastes, and when matched with different moods, they make people intoxicated. Especially in such weather, lying in a snow nest and taking a sip of strong wine is better than anything else, right?"
Dao Ling laughed, pointed at Fang Yan and cursed: "My little one, do you want to take him to the pit? He dragged me here in the middle of the night, why do you want to hear me brag about Yanwu wine? He is no better than me. Familiar? He can tell me that they drank a lot when they were young. Even the tricks we use to trick girls now are not what they used to do before. "
"That's not true." Fang Yan nodded and said. "Senior Uncle San, I am naturally much better than them."
"Tell me about it." Dao Ling said, holding the tea cup. "That big scene can't be completed overnight. It must have cost me a lot of thought, right?"
Fang Yan knew how to make excuses, so he repeated some of the things he had experienced since the Eastern Airlines flight. Of course, he picked up what he asked for and said what he could say. As for the cause of the conflict, 10% of the responsibility lies with General Ling. He was a good citizen who was forced to rise up and resist after being oppressed and humiliated intolerable.
After listening to Fang Yan's story, Dao Ling pondered for a long time.
He looked at Fang Yan steadily and said: "Many people think that the general's defeat is due to underestimating the enemy, but in fact, the defeat is due to his ability. I have great talents, but they are reluctant to believe it."
"Third uncle, why don't you take a gamble with him?" Fang Yan said with a smile. "He can afford to lose, he can't afford to lose."
"Not everyone has the courage to be at the card table, but it's just such a flat wrong leg -" Dao Ling said in a deep voice. "To tell you the truth, he wanted to take a gamble like me before - maybe he had too many worries, or maybe he was too courageous, so it was best to leave it alone and postpone it until now. I didn't expect that that time he was given a hand by us young people. A push.”
"Uncle San is ready to go. If he hadn't gathered enough momentum before, they wouldn't be able to push no matter how hard they push."
Dao Ling looked at Fang Yan with a smile and said, "How does it feel to be famous in Yanjing City?"
"Being famous in Yanjing City?"
"What? Do I think it's just a game played by children?" Daoling smiled softly. "If we had just denied our children's quarrel, the buzz would have disappeared in two days. However, there was a job appointment shortly afterwards, and more people paid attention to it - now I am said to be famous. The capital is not an exaggeration at all.”
"To be honest, he really doesn't want to be famous." Fang Yan said. "He is also afraid when Bu Nao becomes famous. Anyway, he will hide in Huacheng after the Chinese New Year. They will say whatever they want, and they will think whatever they want—"
"I'm so cunning when I'm young." Dao Ling pointed at Fang Yan and said. "But no, that time was different from previous months. I pushed him, which is equivalent to killing the general. I'm afraid the general will not give up easily, right?"
"When the soldiers come, they will block the water and flood the soil." Fang Yan said. "If he doesn't chop them, they won't make it easy for him. In that case, he also makes them feel uncomfortable - he likes fairness."
Dao Ling looked at Fang Yan carefully again, trying to see whether the young man was bluffing or whether he was truly brave and responsible.
It turned out to be very satisfying to him.
"The Fang family has a successor." Dao Ling said with appreciation. "That time is not just my fault, I know that better than him - the few of us jumped out and played such a trick, didn't we just want to force the palace?"
"Having the family give way proves that he succeeded in forcing the palace?" Fang Yan said with a smile. He was very unclear about some of the subsequent events.
After he came out of the club, he met Qin Yitian who was waiting at the door. The two of them walked all the way, and there was no call at home. Of course, his protest had disappeared long ago.
At that time, his clothes exploded, and he just covered his crotch. How could he care about other things? I don’t know if those guys who got wind of the incident helped him tidy up, or if they peeked at his message of protest after tidying up.
Is it really heart-breaking
"Mr. used the red machine. There is a very important saying. After the sages shed blood and shed tears, who is willing to die for the country?" Dao Ling said with emotion: "What is Mr. Bu Sheng thinking in his heart? At least he stood up at the critical moment. He came out to express his stance, and that stance was very powerful—"
"Sir, don't deny Yanwu's soul." Fang Yan said. "With him here, those children will never be bullied."
"No. Yanwu has Yanwu's mission, and the husband has his mission. Since he got a big deal that time, he naturally has to shoulder his own mission-" Dao Ling said. "Zhu Dan's practice has been hindered, so he is going to let him go to Beihai to train for three years. The sky is high and the sea is vast, and there may be another kind of good fortune. Li Xiaotian is not young anymore, otherwise it will be time to come out and do something. Ruan Qian is very good. , He has read the information about that kid. He is smart and careful, but his personality is too soft. He has chosen a good place for him—the younger generation of Yanwu is looking at us."
Fang Yan nodded and said, "I'm an elder, so it depends on what we want to do - he thinks there will be no mistakes in their family."
"What about me?" Daoling asked. "Do you really want to go back to Huacheng and become a teacher?"
"He has a lot of things to think about clearly," Fang Yan said. "Maybe Huacheng is more suitable for him."
"Then go." Dao Ling said. "There's something I know, and there's something I don't know—"
"What's going on?" Fang Yan asked curiously.
"My grandfather once proposed marriage to their house and asked for their tenderness to be my wife, but he kicked him out." Dao Ling said with excitement. "Wen Wenwen is the most talented child in their family who has achieved extraordinary achievements in martial arts. He is also the darling of all their family members. How can he just take advantage of our Fang family? Of course they won't agree."
"Then I agree now?" Fang Yan asked.
"No," Dao Ling said simply.
"Since he doesn't agree - why should I tell him?"
Dao Ling smiled maliciously and said: "He is afraid that I will be arrogant and think that by helping him, I can deceive their little princess. That is not possible. One code will be the same. Can you give me tenderness? . It’s not impossible, what if it comes true?”
Fang Yan swung his legs and said, "Uncle Three, who did I want to be? How could he have a gentle idea? I know. He's been beaten up by her. How can you marry her and get beaten up every day? Then Grandpa would throw a few words of mandarin duck, and he and the gentle would not be allowed."
Ga!
The door was pushed open, and a girl in red stood pretty at the door of the tea room.