There is a village on the outskirts of Jiangcheng, which has developed rapidly in recent years, but it has become a tale of praise and attention. I heard that a gentleman came from this village, his surname is Mo, and his family moved back to Jiangcheng to live with his wife, children, and family.
After this Mr. Mo arrived in the village, he did a lot of good deeds. He built a fish pond and a small park in the village, which made the whole village end up with roses. The fish pond business is very good, and the people in the neighboring villages have also benefited a lot. All of a sudden, they rushed to the village to ask for advice. This is not every day.
"Mr. Mo, I would like to ask you how to develop and use this fish pond to make money?" On this day, another village party secretary came from a neighboring village. He had been waiting for a long time before he asked.
The village party secretary looked at Mr. Mo who was sitting on the edge of the fish pond. Although he was dressed in a very ordinary house style, he saw his thick eyebrows in his temples, and his side face was extremely beautiful. It seemed that he was not aroused by the facial features of the locals. Several female cadres of the village committee who accompanied them frequently looked at each other.
Mr. Mo is a good-tempered man. He smiled and said, "First of all, you must have land to develop."
This first came back with a single sentence, leaving the young village party secretary silent, "Yes, yes, this is certain..."
"The land in your village hasn't been approved yet, so just come to ask for advice on the development and utilization of the fish ponds. It won't work. Wait until the land issues are resolved." Seeing the young guy's frustration, Mr. Mo was relieved again." Then you can just find them."
The young man turned his head and looked, that was the person in charge of the fish pond in this village. The man's name was Qi Jian, and the woman's name was He Sangsang. They were also Mr. Mo's own family members. The young man's loneliness that had just sprouted was wiped out, and he said in a vigorous spirit, "Yes, when I get back to our village chief, I will immediately come to consult the two pond chiefs."
"Well, for the convenience of contact, leave a phone number..." Qi Jian started talking with the guy.
At this moment, there was a movement in his ears, and He Sangsang's eyes were looking at the fish pond not far from time to time, and he was also stunned when he looked at it immediately.
"Move here soon, right here, right here..." The sun was just right in the spring, and the woman in a floral skirt, scattered with flowing black hair, pointed at the helpers in the fish pond and asked them to move. The tables and chairs come out.
Everyone at the fish pond was stunned. What's going on
Mo Zhengyan fixed her eyes even more, just in the blink of an eye. After chatting with that guy a few words, what trick did she come up with
"Who is she?" someone asked curiously.
The village party secretary immediately replied, "It's Mr. Mo's wife."
"It turns out that it was Mrs. Mo." The man let out an exclamation, but he never thought that Mrs. Mo was so beautiful.
Under the sun, her translucent skin was shiny. She yelled happily. A long table and a chair were moved over and placed on the edge of the fish pond. Everyone saw another Guzheng being lifted out. It was really a beautiful zither, with good wood and moist color. It was carefully lifted out by the helper and placed on the table.
"Mrs. Mo is going to play the piano?" Someone asked in surprise.
Song Qiyue was already sitting on the chair, she was in the right posture, her long hair fell in front of her, and her face was smiling. The picture was really beautiful.
"Mrs. Mo's guzheng must be very good." The man couldn't help but praise.
But immediately, Qi Jian frowned, He Sangsang had already raised his forehead and could hardly bear to look straight.
Mo Zhengyan sat in the same place, but smiled and looked at her not far away.
Everyone was eagerly waiting, looking forward to a wonderful and beautiful piece of music. She gently raised her hand, raised her finger, and plucked the strings, but after the sound of "clang--", it followed. But what came was the harsh sound of the piano, it was simply out of order, not to mention the beautiful sound, even the basic level.
Everyone was dumbfounded, He Sangsang directly covered his ears with his hands, because it was too harsh.
"This..." Everyone was speechless, and the village party secretary froze there.
Qi Jian said, "You can cover your ears."
The posture is clear enough, but the sound of the piano is absolutely irrelevant to the picture, it's too horrible!
Everyone couldn't help but retreat and retreated a little far away, which made their ears clear. Only Mr. Mo was still sitting there, listening with interest, as if he hadn't been damaged at all.
"Mr. Mo's ears don't hurt?" the village party secretary asked kindly.
Qi Jian replied, "I am used to it." Some things are indeed habitual, otherwise no one can bear it.
After the end of the magic sound, everyone was finally clean and peaceful, but seeing Mrs. Mo's interest, the posture of another song made people sad again. He Sangsang couldn't help but stepped forward. She came to Mr. Mo and exclaimed, "Mr., we still have guests here."
It is indeed necessary to meet guests. Today's timing is wrong. After Mr. Mo heard this, he got up and turned around and said, "Sorry, my wife just had a whim, so I performed a section and made everyone laugh."
After an apology, Mr. Mo walked over to Mrs. Mo. It was far away, so everyone couldn't hear what they were talking about, but saw Mr. Mo approaching Mrs. Mo. I don't know what the two of them said, but Mrs. Mo was sitting in the chair and refused to leave at first, but finally agreed.
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that they don't need to listen to the sound of the piano again, but they saw Mrs. Mo rushing towards them happily.
She didn't say hello to others, and just sat in the chair where Mr. Mo was sitting. There is no need to shout, He Sangsang has already delivered the refreshments, and greets everyone again, "Sit down, everyone. Sit down and rest."
Everyone took their seats inexplicably, thinking that this is going to have afternoon tea
"Hurry up and play, otherwise the fish will be unhappy." Mrs. Mo yelled coldly, making people even more dazed.
But in the next second, Mr. Mo was already seated. He sat in front of the Guzheng and began to pluck the strings. His slender fingers flicked gently, as if the wind passed over the lake, ripples, which made people feel relaxed and happy. Just now it was like a bombardment by a violent storm, but at this moment it was as comfortable as a spring breeze, it was like a sky and an underground.
The tea at Mr. Mo's house was so delicious that it was so stunned that the village party secretary picked up the dinner plate and asked, "What is this?"
"This is French matcha puff pastry." He Sangsang replied, "Everyone try it."
There is a table for afternoon tea here, and Chinese and Western styles are put on the table together. There is simply everything you need. Look at that Mrs. Mo, tasting tea while listening to the sound of the piano, that is undoubtedly the treatment of the emperor.
"It turns out that Mr. Mo's guzheng plays so well." Someone admired.
Qi Jian and He Sangsang both smiled back. What others don't know is that this is the effect of training years ago. Not long ago, my wife suddenly became obsessed with guzheng, probably because of watching TV. The female protagonist in the TV series is a guzheng stunt, so I don't just have to learn it. It's just that it's better now. She hasn't learnt yet, so she suffers from a group of them, listening to magic sounds every day.
It was not until Mr. Mo got up and learned the Guzheng smoothly that there was peace.
It’s just that tasting tea and listening to the piano are good, but after listening for more than an hour, it’s really boring. The village party secretary asked quietly, "Miss He, how long will Mr. Mo have to play?"
He Sangsang glanced at the sun and said, "An hour later."
"But, why do you want to play the piano here?"
"This is going to ask our wife."
The village party secretary was bold enough, he probed and asked, "Mrs. Mo, why do you want to play the piano for so long here?"
Mrs. Mo, who was almost drowsy, half-squinted her eyes, she yawned and replied, "Because the fish want to listen to music, otherwise they will get sick."
"What disease?"
"Depression."
The boy was dumbfounded. Where did the weird idea come from? The fish in the fish pond still have to listen to music, otherwise they will get depression
"It was said on TV." He Sangsang added.
"What is this depression?"
"Depressive disorder, with significant and lasting depression as the main clinical feature, is the main type of mood disorder. It can be seen that depression is not commensurate with the situation. Emotional depression can range from depression to grief, low self-esteem, depression, and even pessimism. There may be suicide attempts or behavior..." A long series of professional terminology explanations came from He Sangsang.
The young man was startled and dumb, but he couldn't help admiring her, "Miss He knows so much."
"Where, I just know."
"Does that fish really get depression?"
"I heard that music can make plants and animals grow better."
"Hey? Really? No wonder I heard someone playing the flute at a cow..." The two chatted unconsciously, and they talked about the refreshment from the music, but they talked very happily.
Looking at Mrs. Mo again, she was already asleep, but Qi Jian frowned, and glanced at the two people aside to see if this was too hot to talk about.
When Mr. Mo's guzheng finally finished playing, everyone was hypnotized to a nap. Only the village party secretary and He Sangsang had already talked about martial arts practice. On the side, Qi Jian's entire face was sinking, and he was ashamed to speak.
Seeing Mr. Mo turning back, the guy closed his voice and smiled embarrassedly. Mr. Mo said, "You continue to talk."
After all, Mr. Mo hugged Mrs. Mo and left.
"The sun is going down, and the wind will be strong for a while, so go into the house." He Sangsang said, looking at the direction where the two were leaving.
Everyone returned to their senses and sighed, Mr. Mo's treatment of Mrs. Mo was really not so good.
After meeting guests this day, the village party secretary asked He Sangsang before leaving, "Can I still come to you next time?"
"Yes." He Sangsang thought briefly, of course he can come to her if he has something to do.
Unexpectedly, the other party was happy as if flying, shyly blushed and ran away, leaving He Sangsang inexplicably. Qi Jian behind, his gaze chased the village party secretary away.
At dinner, the family was sitting at a dinner table. Shao Yu had returned from school and was chatting with Song Qiyue, asking each other what they did today. Song Qiyue told him one by one that she was playing the piano and having tea, just as she said, she suddenly looked at Qi Jian.
The words were received too quickly, and everyone at the table stopped moving their chopsticks, and Qi Jian suddenly became a target.
"Is there anything on my face?" Qi Jian asked with a frown.
"Uncle Qi Jian, your face is very clean." Shao Yu answered the question.
"Then why look at me like that?" Qi Jian asked Xiang Song Qiyue.
Song Qiyuezai carefully stared at him for a long time, but he said, "Your face is a little better today."
Song Qiyue's appearance of Qi Jian can be said to be very unique. He looks good only if he is farther away. Why is it abnormal today
"Why is it nice to look closer?" Mo Zhengyan asked, everyone was inexplicable.
Who knows, Song Qiyue said seriously, "Today, his face is full of dissatisfaction, and there are three blue veins on his forehead."
"Is there such a thing?" Mo Zhengyan was suspicious, and Shao Yu even probed to count, "One, two, three..."
Aunt Xu looked around, He Sangsang looked suspiciously, "Did you bump your head?"
"I..." Qi Jian hesitated, "I accidentally bumped into it."
"Uncle Qi Jian, where did you hit?" Shao Yu asked kindly, but Song Qiyue nodded again and again.
Qi Jian is depressed. It's not that people who are delirious can't tell the north, south, east, and west, but their wife is so glaring.
A day later, the village party secretary from the neighboring village came again to discuss matters concerning the fish pond. After a few days, he became acquainted with Mr. Mo's family once and twice. So when he saw He Sangsang, he changed his mind and shouted "Girl Sangsang".
"Girl Sangsang, these are the eggs laid by our own old hen. Take some and eat them." The boy brought a basket of eggs.
"You're welcome, you'd better take it home and eat it yourself." He Sangsang politely declined, and Qi Jian said with a cold face, "We can't afford such a precious egg."
"Can bear it, why can't it, my mother asked me to send it..." The boy insisted on sending it, but He Sangsang couldn't refuse it.
"Thank you, but no need." Qi Jian stood up and stopped between them. The tall man was pressed down like a wall, and the surprised young man suddenly disappeared, "..."
"What is this?" But someone ran out, it was Mrs. Mo.
The young man regained his senses, and said vaguely, "Mrs. Mo, these are the eggs from my own chicken."
When Mrs. Mo heard that she was raised by herself, she became curious now. She squatted next to the basket and looked around for a long time. The young man said, "Mrs. Mo, if you like it, take it and eat it."
"Can this hatch a chick?" Song Qiyue asked, picking up one.
This egg can't hatch a chick, but the boy saw Mrs. Mo look expectant, he bit the bullet and said, "Can you..."
"I want it, I want it all!" Song Qiyue carefully lifted the basket of eggs and moved to the house happily.
He Sangsang apologized, "Thank you then, thank you auntie for me."
"No thanks, girl Sangsang." The boy was amused.
Qi Jian's face darkened even more. Turning his head, he saw his wife spinning around the basket of eggs and beckoning to him again. Qi Jian walked over, and Song Qiyue said with a smile, "Qi Jian, come and hatch the chicks."
Isn't this really playing him? Qi Jian was dumbfounded.
Qi Jian naturally refused to agree to this matter. A big man went to incubate the chicken into a decent way, He Sangsang was snickering, and said, "My wife asked you to do something, so go ahead. Not difficult."
Mo Zhengyan went to the company today and learned everything when he came back. He patted Qi Jian on the shoulder and said, "Just treat it as entertainment."
"Uncle Qi Jian, tell me when the chicken comes out." Shao Yu drew a gourd like this, stood on the chair and patted his other shoulder.
The two fathers and sons, plus one culprit, threw the rotten pockmark of Chen Guzi to him, and it was a dumb to eat coptis.
Qi Jian looked at the basket of eggs, and God knew that these eggs would not turn into chicks even after a hundred years of incubation. But there was no other way, so I had to calculate the time, and quietly bought an equal number of chickens and sent them to her, which was regarded as a business trip. When Song Qiyue saw that the chickens had grown up, she was so happy, she praised Qi Jian for his ability.
"Madam, I will hatch the chicken for you." Qi Jian said to Song Qiyue. She was feeding the chicken and nodded, "I saw it."
"It's okay to hatch the chicks, but we can discuss something. The village party secretary from the neighboring village will come back later. No matter what he brings over, you won't take it anymore." Qi Jian said again.
Song Qiyue held a fluffy chicken and asked, "Why? He said he still has it at home."
Qi Jian's forehead was about to be covered with black lines, begging to let go of these eggs, he said depressed, "There is no place to raise them at home."
"Then expand the yard."
"Not enough space."
"Ask the village chief to approve a few more pieces of land."
"No one has it."
"I'm going to find someone."
Qi Jian almost couldn't stand his mind turning so fast, "Madam, if you want to raise it, I'll buy it for you. You can't ask for the village party secretary."
"Why?" Song Qiyue opened a pair of big eyes, "I was kindly sent here, why can't you ask for it?"
"Because..." Qi Jian knows his wife's temperament. Since he was ill, he has encountered a problem, which is not to break the trend of casserole asking in the end. He immediately confuses his heart. He sinks his voice and speaks honestly. , "Because the village party secretary has taken a fancy to Sangsang, he is a weasel giving New Year greetings to the rooster, and he has no good intentions."
"But Sangsang seems to like him a lot."
"Madam, you are wrong."
"Okay." Song Qiyue didn't object, "Then he wants to chase Sangsang. What does it have to do with you? Why don't you let me collect eggs."
Suddenly, he was muffled for a long time, Qi Jian turned around anxiously, and Song Qiyue calmly held the chicken to look at him. A large group of clouds floated past, and Qi Jian whispered, "Because I like her."
"Sangsang?" Song Qiyue asked.
"En." The voice became softer.
"Oh." She was normal, not too surprised.
On the contrary, the revealing man became embarrassed with a red rhyme on his face. He was about to request, "Mrs., don't tell me..."
"Then why didn't you tell her?" Song Qiyue asked even more.
Qi Jian was stunned, unable to answer for a long while, Song Qiyue sighed, "I see, you are timid."
Helpless, Qi Jian admitted, "En."
"Then what are you going to do?" Song Qiyue interrupted him and asked herself, "Why don't we kill him? Or we should have a dog, and he will bark at him when he comes to scare him. Run? Or let's move..."
Qi Jian has a headache, "These are not great, right."
"Then let's think about it again?" Song Qiyue pulled Qi Jian together, and the two discussed among the group of chicks. Suddenly, with an idea, Song Qiyue said, "Yes! Just marry that village party secretary!"
Marry out? How do you marry this
Just in Qi Jian's confusion, Song Qiyue happily chased the chick, she wanted to send the chick to Aunt Xu's house not far away.
Later, I didn't know what was going on, but the girl from Aunt Xu's family got together with the secretary of the village, and they made a good relationship.
The news came out, but it was a big happy event. Aunt Xu came to Mrs. Mo's family to thank Mrs. Mo like she was thanking her, and sent a lot of things. The secretary of the village was also happily, and brought the Xu family girl with him. As for He Sangsang, the slightest sign that had just emerged was extinguished.
In fact, the girl from Aunt Xu’s family is twenty-seven years old. She is an older girl in the village. She looks good, but because of her poor family background, she has never married in order to take care of her parents. Now she has become an old girl. It is a pity that she is a good girl. .
After thanking you, Mo Zhengyan ran into the Xu family girl and the village party secretary one after another in one day's free time, and asked them the same question, "What did my wife say to you, and you will be fine."
What the Xu family said was, "She told me that a guy has been following me for a long time, but he dare not say it."
The secretary of the village said, "She told me that a girl had been following me for a long time, but she didn't dare to say it."
Come on, it turned out that it was such a show, and was deceived by a small white lie, and the men and women with beautiful longing for love came together by coincidence.
After the two families got together, the neighboring village had a wedding wine and invited Mr. Mo's family to have a wedding wine. Everyone looked at Mrs. Mo's family. She and the child Shao Yu were looking at the flowers in the yard, but they didn't care about the happy event. It was said that Mrs. Mo was the matchmaker who led the line, but it didn't look like this. It really made people confused between true and false.
But some things have been passed on from one generation to another. Since the Xu family girls were married, some single girls in the village have been clamoring, and the boys who have been single for a long time have begun to take action. The strange thing is that they don't come to the door to talk about it by themselves, but they just want to ask Mrs. Mo's for help.
What's even more outrageous is that Mrs. Mo made a pair and a pair, and she didn't know what method she did. During this period, the courtyard of Mr. Mo's house was so busy with people coming in and out.
Rumor has it that the wife of Mr. Mo's family is a magical person, and she can be a matchmaker in all likelihood.
After eating several weddings in succession, this wedding banquet was also tired of attending. Mo Zhengyan was nothing, but Shao Yu shouted, "Why do you always go for drinks and why so many people get married? Next weekend, we will go. Let's play in the bookstore in the city."
"Okay." Song Qiyue responded, and the two of them had already started planning their weekend trip.
But the people who came to visit and beg for marriage are still coming, Mrs. Mo can only drive people outside the door, regardless of people's affections and worldliness, and no longer pay attention.
"Mr. Mo, let your wife meet me, I have a lot of things to tell her..." Those people were begging.
Mo Zhengyan was also in trouble, his wife, but she didn't listen to him.
Some crazy Mrs. Mo is very childish, so it's useless for anyone to persuade her.
Seeing that there are fewer and fewer people alone in the village, the nearby guys who are the right age are also accompanied. After a glance, I discovered that only the Mo family were left, Qi Jian and He Sangsang were not accompanied. On this day, another man and a woman came to ask for marriage, but they fell in love with the two singles of the Mo family.
Mrs. Mo shook her head directly, "No, they can't!"
"Why not?" the man and woman asked unwillingly.
Qi Jian and He Sangsang were named here, silently, and Mrs. Mo only replied to the pair of men and women in front of him, "My girl wants to be nice to my guy, neither marry nor marry!"
I was really caught off guard, He Sangsang was stupid, and Qi Jian was also taken aback.
"Uncle Qi Jian, do you want to marry Aunt Sangsang?" Shao Yu asked in surprise.
The two were dumbfounded and did not know the reaction, and Mrs. Mo said again, "He said, he likes her, but he is timid and dare not say it. Don't tell me..."
He Sangsang's face flushed with a brush, and Qi Jian was incoherent to the point of silence.
"I won't say, I won't say!" Shao Yu raised three fingers and began to swear.
Mo Zhengyan smiled and swore with three fingers, "I won't say either."
He Sangsang, who was in an embarrassment, had nowhere to vent the embarrassment. She glared at Qi Jian, but she fell violently with a violent cross-shoulder. Qi Jian was thrown to the ground and He Sangsang ran away. , The pair of men and women who were asking for a kiss were dumbfounded.
Mrs. Mo's attention was on the little chicken, who was running across the yard. She was chasing and shouting, "Don't run, chase."
Hearing that Qi Jian got up and rushed out.
Mo Zhengyan said to the pair of men and women, "Sorry, they are actually a pair, but they didn't say it."
"Uncle and aunt, why don't you hold hands? You see that uncle is so good, and aunt is so beautiful!" Shao Yu started to praise, turning the two people into a dizzy head, and the two father and son coaxed them to leave.
Qi Jian finally chased He Sangsang back, but the wedding was still not held. It is reported that Sangsang did not agree.
Mo's yard was invaded by chickens for more than a month, and finally recovered. Mrs. Mo became obsessed with other new things, so she let the chickens out. After sending away the last wave of chicks, the yard was finally free in the afternoon, and Mrs. Mo shouted, "Sangsang, Sangsang."
"in."
"Why don't you get along with Qi Jian?"
He Sangsang couldn't answer, so he randomly found a reason, "He looks ugly."
Song Qiyue often asked Qi Jian to go farther, and nodded at this moment, "He wants to look farther away. You will let him go farther away from you in the future."
"..." He Sangsang was bored, "It's still ugly from a distance."
"But the girl from that village came to me again, saying that she was in love with him." Song Qiyue sighed.
"A girl is here again?" He Sangsang frowned.
"The girl went to the fish pond, saying that she was looking for him." Song Qiyue replied, He Sangsang rose fiercely and headed towards the fish pond.
In the lazy afternoon, Song Qiyue had already lain lazily back in the Grand Master's chair, almost falling asleep.
Mr. Mo came out of the room, saw her sleeping, and picked her up and walked into the room, "Look at you as a matchmaker in the future."