Near the Aerospace Bridge, there is a courtyard of the Ministry of Aerospace.

Several old red brick buildings still have cracks and reinforced steel bars on their outer walls from the earthquake in 1976.

Huang Zhong rode his permanent bicycle, with his baby in front and his sister riding a 26 bicycle behind. After all, they did not get rid of their tails.

There are two bunches of rice dumplings hanging on the handlebar of Huang Zhong's car. They are not the kind sold in grocery stores, but made by farmers in the suburbs themselves and sold in the city.

The rice is home-grown large yellow rice, and the dates are golden jujubes produced in Miyun. The leaves are made of reed leaves with horse lotus wrapped around them. People in the old capital like to eat this.

When he arrived at the gate, Huang Zhong got off his bicycle and said hello to the guard standing guard.

The guard dialed the intercom number and inquired. After getting permission, he registered and let them in.

Huang Zhong followed his memory and came to the eastmost unit of the second building, then knocked on the door.

The person who opened the door was an old lady in her sixties. Huang Zhong quickly bowed deeply: "Sir, I'm here to see you."

The old lady looked at Huang Zhong with loving eyes. She was a very delicate old man. Although the years had left too many traces on her body, the demureness and elegance that had settled down perfectly interpreted that sentence:

Don’t laugh at the man with white hair and flowers. Time has never defeated the beauty.

"Brother, why is your husband an old woman?" Zhang Wei couldn't help blurting out.

Then Huang Zhong gave him a hard look and warned you on the way here not to make any blind noises.

Elderly and respected women can also be called sir. It is said that it started with great men. When they wrote to the second sister of the Song sisters, they used the word sir.

However, there are not many people who are qualified, but the old lady in front of me definitely has this qualification.

Because her husband is the famous scientist Mr. Qian, yes, the same Mr. Qian who can stand up to five divisions.

And her father is also Jiang Baili, known as one of the three heroes of the Republic of China.

As for herself, she is a famous singer, the kind who could tour abroad before liberation.

After returning to China, he gradually began to engage in music education and has been working as a professor and leader at the Central Conservatory of Music.

When Huang Zhong was in the junior class of the Conservatory of Music, he received his teacher's teachings.

The old man looked at Huang Zhong in front of him with a smile. Gradually, the figure of the stubborn young man in his memory overlapped. He couldn't help but joked: "You little Zhong, have you finally thought of visiting me, an old lady?"

"No way, I just came back and settled in, isn't this coming?"

Huang Zhong didn't see anyone outside at all. He took off his shoes and entered the house: "Yellow rice and reed leaf rice dumplings, sir's favorite food."

"When you were little, you often stole my rice dumplings." The old man took it over with a smile, and then looked at Huang Dingding.

"Hello grandma, my name is Huang Dingding, and this is my dad."

Huang Dingding didn’t even need to be introduced by his father, he just started talking about it.

Huang Zhong blinked and seemed a little confused. When he was a child, he was called Mr. Grandma.

The old man didn't care, and lovingly stretched out his hand to touch Huang Dingding's little head: "Ding Ding, you are so beautiful, how old are you?"

"Three years old, grandma, you are beautiful too." Huang Dingding's words made the old man laugh.

Huang Zhong also nodded. He had seen photos of his husband when he was young. How should I say, he killed a lot of female stars in an instant.

She looks a bit like the artist who played the White Snake. No, I should say that she looks like Mr., but Mr. comes from a famous family, and his noble and elegant temperament is not something that ordinary female stars can possess.

Zhang Wei on the side grinned: Why doesn’t anyone praise me?

Huang Zhongze glanced at her with disgust: "This is my sister."

"Hello, grandma." Zhang Wei also saluted quickly. After hearing about the old man's identity, she became much more honest than usual.

"Well, you are also engaged in art?" The old man looked at Zhang Wei with her hair permed and wearing big earrings, and he basically guessed it.

"That's right." Huang Zhong sat on the sofa in the living room and looked at the furnishings of the room. They seemed to have not changed much from a few years ago. They were simple and not luxurious at all.

The only rare object is a piano.

These days, pianos are really not something that ordinary families can own. It would be nice to have a harmonica.

The old man has this piano at home because of his job and profession.

Huang Zhong couldn't help but sigh in his heart: Who would have thought that people would live in this old house for half a century?

The old man found some food for Huang Dingding, and then sat down to chat with Huang Zhong.

After hearing about Huang Zhong's life of jumping in line, the old man couldn't help but sigh: "Little Zhongzi, you are very good. You have not left behind your professionalism, and you and I have not been in vain. A few days ago, the person whom Commander Ozawa was talking about was

You?"

Although the old man is retired at home, he still participates in some social activities.

Huang Zhong nodded and raised the corner of his mouth: "Sir, I happened to be arranging the music for the TV series Journey to the West in the orchestra. It happened to be the right time. Fortunately, I didn't embarrass you."

The old man seemed to see the young man again in his eyes, and he couldn't help but point his finger: "You, you, you."

She didn't know that Huang Zhong would act like this only in front of her, making little Huang Ding Ding look at him and cover his mouth and snicker.

As they chatted, the old man brought up the topic of Huang Zhong’s work transfer and arrangements. Huang Zhong could feel the care and concern from the old man, and he really regarded him as a child or grandchild.

Huang Zhong didn't hide anything, he talked about his family arrangements and his own plans.

The old man nodded slightly: "Xiao Li is considered to be relatively outstanding among the younger generation. It seems that her character is a bit stronger. You should leave this matter alone."

"Sir, you..." At this moment, even Huang Zhong, who has been born in two generations, can't help but feel excited.

The old man smiled and waved his hand: "If you don't say that, now I want to exercise my rights as a teacher and check your homework."

"Dad (brother) is very powerful!" My daughter and sister said almost in unison.

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This kind of blind trust makes Huang Zhong feel a little ashamed. In front of everyone like Mr. Huang, he cannot be called powerful.

However, he still had confidence. Huang Zhong thought for a moment and said: "I felt something when I saw Mr. today. I am going to write a song. I hope Mr. will correct me."

Oh, the old man's eyes flashed brightly, and then he took out a pen and paper: "If you fail, you will be punished to come home every day to make up lessons."

"Hehe, dad, don't take the test home with a duck egg."

Huang Dingding looked at his father with a smile, and there were signs of air leaking in the little cotton-padded jacket.

After half an hour, the lyrics and music were completed.

Zhang Wei has long been bored: "Brother, let me try playing the piano first!"

Huang Zhong directly pulled her head aside: "You are the one who is talking about doing whatever you want to do."

The old man put on his spectacles and began to read the music score. While reading, he nodded slightly, and the smile on his face became brighter and brighter: "Not bad, I'll give you eighty points."

"Shouldn't it be 100%?" Huang Zhong was naughty with the old man again.

"I'm giving you twenty points less because I'm afraid you'll be proud." The old man stood up, walked to the piano, opened the cover, clamped the music score, and his fingers jumped on the keys nimbly. Even though he had silver hair, he still looked so charming.

Elegant, so calm.

The old man played and sang to himself, accompanied by the soothing sound of the piano, and the singing also sounded:

"The most beautiful thing is the red sunset, warm and calm"

"The setting sun is a late-blooming flower, and the setting sun is an old wine."

"The sunset is late love, the sunset is unfinished love"

"How much love turns into a sunset red"

The lyrics are short, but majestic, and outline a scene of a perfect sunset. The melody is soothing, just right for the elderly to sing.

When the old man finished playing and singing, crisp applause immediately broke out. It was Huang Dingding who applauded grandma vigorously.

The old man stood up gracefully, and his eyes fell on Huang Zhong's face, full of joy: "The sunset is late, but there is a different scenery. Little Zhongzi, I accept your gift."

"Thank you, sir. Sir, you are still a precious sword." Huang Zhong was also slicking his beard at the side.

"You are not as sincere as our little Ding Ding." The old man felt particularly happy today, so he left Huang Zhong and the others to have lunch, even if they wanted to leave.

Fortunately, there was an aunt who cooked for me, and my husband said that his husband had a job and he and his children would not come back until dinner, so Huang Zhong just happened to have lunch with him.

"Grandma, the rice dumplings are so delicious."

Huang Dingding ate the rice dumplings dipped in sugar, and instantly felt the happiness and sweetness. It was much more delicious than the chocolate from her aunt.

This is the little guy’s first time eating rice dumplings.

The old man gently touched her little head: "Ding Ding, from now on, ask dad to take you to grandma's place to play."

"Well, Ding Ding and grandma are hooking up." Little Ding Ding also made a pact with the old man in a decent manner.

Huang Zhong was a little doubtful whether his daughter had the attribute points of She Niu and was not afraid of animals at all.

After lunch and a short rest, Huang Zhong said goodbye. After all, the husband was old and had to take a nap.

Pushing the bicycle out of the courtyard, Zhang Wei finally breathed a sigh of relief: "Oh my god, it's killing me. I won't come next time!"

"You didn't have to come here yourself." Huang Zhong was very calm. He even liked the feeling of being at his husband's house.

But Zhang Wei's state of mind was incomparable to his. She jumped on her bicycle and said, "Brother, let's go to Houhai. I have an appointment!"

"Wait a minute, I'll send Ding Ding back first!" Huang Zhong can't lead his daughter to fight with others, right?

Fighting has always been a fine tradition here in Beijing, and until a few decades later, there were still people making appointments online.

Later, a man named Jiang, nicknamed Ma Hou, made a movie called Sunny Day, which included a quarrel plot.

A group of young men, both men and women, ride bicycles to a secluded place, and then the men do it while the women watch.

But when it comes to leading a three-and-a-half-year-old daughter to fight, it seems that there is really no possibility.

"Brother, just come with me." Zhang Wei pedaled fiercely on her bicycle and quickly shuttled among the bicycle army, her youthful afro flaunting in the sun.

It’s unlucky for me to end up with such a troubled sister like you!

Huang Zhong could only follow behind. Huang Dingding, who was sitting in front, was still singing cheerful nursery rhymes:

"Two tigers, two tigers, running fast, running fast, one has no ears, one has no tail, so strange, so strange..."
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