Gu Qin's text message: "I want me to forgive you, but listen to her in the afternoon."

Zhong Yue bit the chopsticks and glanced at Gu Qin.

She? Can't she refer to Youwei, right?

Dizzy, when did these two start to the same trench? I didn’t do anything. I, Mr. Zhong, don’t take the blame. Zhong Yue bit the chopsticks and was about to reply to a text message, but was interrupted by Mrs. Zhou.

"Xiao Yue, you bit the chopsticks, why do you think the dishes made by Mrs. Zhou are not delicious?"

Zhong Yue raised his head and smiled and said, "It's delicious, delicious."

Originally, Zhou Daguang wanted to pour wine for Zhong Yue, but he refused. He couldn't drink today, as drinking would make a mistake, but it would be troublesome.

"Ayue, I heard that the old melon factory in the county is now doing OEM processing for you and Mr. Ouyang's enterprises?" Zhang Laifu asked.

"Yes, Director Liu told you?"

Zhang Laifu said: "He and Dashan have come to me several times and have always wanted me to help."

"What are we helping? I just took the lead in the cooperation between us and Lao Mo Factory. The specific cooperation matters were discussed by people from the company, and I was not aware of the details."

Zhou Daguang took a sip of wine, "You are the boss, you have to know a little, otherwise how can you manage your employees?"

Zhong Yue smiled. These things had been left to Ouyang Guoqing and Ouyang Ming to deal with. To be honest, a little lacquer can have the current situation. Except for two Mo Fang, all the funds and company operations were supported by the Ouyang family. Ouyang Kaishan gave them to Zhong Yue without hesitation for the ownership of the company. Naturally, he could not judge a gentleman with a villain's heart and doubt that there were conspiracy theories behind it.

Zhang Laifu continued: "Dashan told me that Lao Mo Factory is a collective industry in the county. What about you, you keep the OEM formula confidential, and the profits left to Lao Mo Factory are very low. I want me to tell you whether it can increase the profits for Lao Mo Factory. This will also benefit the county."

Zhong Yue heard the meaning and smiled and said, "Master, don't worry about this matter. Uncle Shan or Director Liu wanted to say that they would talk to the manager in my company. I really didn't care about anything and just took the money."

"This kid..." Zhang Laifu also understood the truth. Hearing that Zhong Yue didn't want to care about this matter, he stopped mentioning it. "But, your ink-making cultural company, would have to bring the pen with you. Nowadays, the Hu pen in Jiangsu and Zhejiang and the Hu pen in Shanghai, and the famous Xuan pen in those days can regain the glory. This is what we pen makers want to see."

Zhong Yue said, "It will definitely happen." Zhang Laifu handed the carving knife to Zhong Yue. Then, Zhong Yue will one day make it regain its glory and make the name of Xuanbi compete with Hubi!

After a meal, Zhong Yue explained to Gu Qin in a text message why Huang Youwei came. However, the two of them sat around Zhou's wife and played intimately with Brother Guang's son, but instead left Zhong Yue aside, which made Zhong Yue helpless.

Zhang Laifu had no support. Seeing this happy scene, he was always making a living. After accepting two good apprentices, he always smiled.

"Zhong Yue, then I'll go back first, the car will be picked up." Gu Qin stood up.

Zhong Yue looked at Gu Qin's calm expression and felt even more panicked, "Why don't you have supper..."

"No. Uncle Zhang, Brother Guang, Sister Guang, Youwei, then I'll leave first."

Zhang Laifu was about to stand up, but was stopped by Gu Qin, "Grandpa, you don't need to send him off."

Zhang Laifu smiled, "What a good boy, A Yue, why don't you send him to him?"

"Oh, okay." He picked up the suit he took off, put it on his body, and followed Gu Qin out of the yard.

The lively atmosphere dissipated, and the two of them walked on the gravel road, and they knew it even more clearly.

"Listen to my explanation..."

Gu Qin looked at Zhong Yue's eyes and said, "I believe in you."

"Um."

"But let me forgive your mistakes and listen to her in the afternoon."

"?" Zhong Yue showed a puzzled expression, "What does it mean?"

Gu Qin said: "Some people's life is long, but some people's lives are fleeting. Zhong Yue, I hope that the time we spend together can last for a long time."

“It will definitely be.”

"Then, the trust between the two is the biggest enemy." Gu Qin smiled, "So I give you freedom."

Zhong Yue said to himself: Woman, you are playing with fire!

Gu Qin stared at the gravel road below and said, "This gravel road is not good."

"ah?"

“High heels can’t be walked.”

Zhong Yue was stunned, "But you are wearing sports shoes."

Gu Qin gave Zhong Yue a blank look, "Idiot. You'd better take time to come to my house on New Year's Day and don't let my parents invite you."

"I understand." Zhong Yue smiled.

Feeling Gu Qin's mature side, Zhong Yue suddenly felt a kind of warmth. Is she... still the willful witch she used to be? Or was it changed because of him? Zhong Yue stood by the peach branch and was stunned for a long time. It turned out that he was not the only one growing up.

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After packing up, Zhou Daguang's child was about to go to bed, so he returned to their village. Zhong Yue accompanied Zhang Laifu back home and went to Heshan Primary School with Huang Youwei.

"I was stunned for a while when I heard my sister-in-law talk about the library, thinking you were having fun and really need funding?"

Huang Youwei turned her head and looked at Zhong Yue, "Don't you donate? What I said is to donate with Brother Yue."

The call of Brother Yue made Zhong Yue feel scary.

"Youwei, I want to explain. I was so sleepy last night, so I sent a text message..."

Huang Youwei interrupted: "Brother Yue, Sister Gu said you belong to me today."

Seeing Huang Youwei looking very serious, Zhong Yue was a little stupid, ah? What... Are girls so easy to talk to now? He felt a little uncomfortable...

The two walked for half an hour before they arrived at Heshan Primary School. At this time, the school was naturally on winter vacation and no one came. However, Zhong Yue had just called the principal of the school and told about the funding. The village immediately found someone to come and opened the door.

I originally wanted to visit with Zhong Yue and the others, but I was rejected by Zhong Yue. No one is more familiar with him. I remember when he was in elementary school, Heshan Primary School had only a three-story teaching building, which is still in use now, but another one was built, which happened three or four years ago. Although it looks good, it is really not possible in teaching facilities.

"After donating the piano, did you come again?"

"Well, Brother Yue, don't you say that life is meaningful? Before, I always thought about how to survive. When I came back from Shanghai, I thought about how to live meaningfully. If I play the piano and only play it for myself, what is the meaning?"

As she said that, Huang Youwei walked to the piano. In addition to the guqin, she was also good at piano.

Seeing Huang Youwei sitting in front of the piano and playing an unknown piano piece, Zhong Yue remembered the cold Huang Youwei, who was so cold that he would not enter the stranger. Today, he would also lie for him to smooth things over at the dinner table. Isn’t it a kind of growth?

Passion is like fire, but after passion, it makes people tired; but as cold as icebergs, it only leaves appreciation and emotion. Zhong Yue sat down by the side with a leather box.

He had not painted a painting for Huang Youwei. Before this time, Huang Youwei asked him to bring the drawing paper and said he would draw one for her, so Zhong Yue agreed.

A good fine brushwork can't be completed in one day unless it is not colored.

Three alums and nine dyes, this ancient method is almost a little bit of people who have tried it in fine brushwork. However, fine brushwork and heavy colors must accurately express the character's body structure and achieve bright, smooth and heavy artistic effects. It must be obtained from repeated renderings and accumulations.

Zhong Yue used the small hair of the rat beard to outline the lines. Now that he has used calligraphy to paint, and has inherited Zhang Sengyou's painting skills, Zhong Yue's painting skills have changed drastically. He was originally not good at figure painting, but his control of lines has reached the point of perfection.

Ordinary painters may incorporate the brushwork into calligraphy in the splashing ink in freehand paintings, but very few people will try to use calligraphy into paintings in fine brushwork, but Zhong Yue did it just so well. Without coloring, it can be seen that Zhong Yue's painting skills have made great progress.

The two of them were immersed in their own world, as if they were back to that time...

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In the afternoon, when I heard that someone was going to donate a library in the elementary school, many leaders in the village came over and ignored the matter of annual leave. I was even more happy to see that it was Zhong Yue. It was more reliable in my village.

Zhong Yue agreed to donate the library, but the winery was spared. After refusing, he turned the winery off. He did not want to be considered an inexhaustible small treasury for this incident. The library donated to Xiaoheshan must be used for special funds and no sloppy work.

The two walked on the country road, and from time to time, people who knew each other greeted each other.

"Isn't this the old Zhong family's Ayue? Well, this girl looks so familiar. She's a music teacher. I've seen her several times in school."

"Hello, I'm just a substitute teacher."

"Well, my dog ​​is very naughty. He kept saying that there was a beautiful music teacher at school. They were sitting and not wanting to move. It was much better than the music class taught by Chinese teachers before."

"Thank you for your approval. Chen Xiaonan feels very happy..."

"Thank you, we are thanking you. The sweet potatoes were just dug from the field. Teacher Xiao Huang, you took them back and steamed them in the rice cooker, which is so fragrant."

"No, I can't ask."

Zhong Yue looked at Huang Youwei under the sunset, and actually saw the shy blush on her face and a slightly proud smile on her lips.

Looking at Huang Youwei's thin fingers tied over the hair falling from her ears, she kept saying to the country woman, Zhong Yue had a feeling that this girl who was born to death had lived and lived a wonderful life.

Even Zhong Yue had an inexplicable envy. When could he live freely and calmly like Huang Youwei?

The courage that seemed to be able to smile at the whole world even if the whole world betrayed her.
Chapter completed!