Since she was recording words of appreciation like this every day at Nangong Villa, Miss Yan was already familiar with it, and she was able to speak nonsense words. After realizing her mistake, she immediately praised Mr. Toru, who was wearing a brief sportswear, like a flower, and her face was full of smiles.
Sincere and sincere in tone.
"grown ups……"
Seeing that Mr. Tou's expression softened slightly as he spoke, Miss Yan Xiaoyuyu turned her face sideways and carefully smoothed her hair, "You are so magnanimous...forgive me, right?"
Master Tou paused for a long time and asked, "Who should I choose, Baoqiang or me?"
"Uh..." hesitated.
"This..." Tangled.
"A letter of indictment, ten thousand words."
His tone was very calm, but there were infinite sparks in his eyes, "Before dinner, otherwise, you are not allowed to eat."
After saying that, he walked directly to the living room with a cold face without even looking at Miss Yan.
Miss Yan looked at his back with a look of resentment——
Uncle Tou, why do you always ask such childish questions? Uncle Tou, there is obviously no comparison between you and Bao Qiang. It is common sense that men in your family can never compare to your idol. As a genius, how can you
You still don’t understand it?!
Also, this is my home, why don’t you let me eat?
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As night fell, Yan Hua came back from shopping.
I have to admit that Song Qingtian is a lovable little guy. Even though her height and age are that of a normal twelve-year-old girl, her behavior always makes people forget her identity and age, especially in her case.
In a pure and soft tone, he was treated like an innocent child.
Grandpa Yan didn't know that Qingtian was a little genius. When he met her, he felt that the child was curious and liked to ask questions, so he treated her as a naive child.
Not only did Xiao Qingtian caringly ask Yan Hua many interesting stories and customs about the countryside, but he also praised Yan Hua's erhu style very seasonedly and well-researched. When Yan Hua doubted whether the little girl knew music, Xiao Qingtian easily picked up the tree from the tree.
I picked two leaves from the tree, put them to my lips, chatted and laughed, and started playing. Then I played the famous erhu piece A Bing's "Guangming Xing" with Yan Hua. The musicality, melody and emotion, as well as the professionalism, impressed Yan Hua.
It took me twenty minutes to recover from the shock.
"Little baby, I can't believe that you are so young and have such a spiritual mind for music!" Grandpa Yan praised, "Unlike my two girls, who were taught since childhood and can't even recognize the notes now, let alone play music..."
"Grandpa!" Qingtian called dearly and smiled sweetly, "Actually, it was all taught by my brother. Before I was twelve years old, my brother already knew six kinds of Western and Chinese musical instruments, and I only know three..."
"They are all good babies, good babies!" Grandpa Yan praised, and then glanced at the noble young masters in the living room, his face full of admiration and admiration, "They look good, are well educated, have good qualities, and have a good temperament. It seems that
The children raised by the Nangong family are really good... From now on, our Yu'er's children should be like their father, and it's best to be like their father hahaha..."
Xiaoyu, who was blatantly disliked by his grandfather and hid in the kitchen making dinner, couldn't help but twitched his whole face.
Can the Nangong family be naturally likable and have such high diplomatic skills? Xiao Qingtian, you are naive and ignorant on the surface, can you please stop doing such cunning things to gain your brother's favor invisibly?
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"sister……"
After playing around outside the hospital, Qingtian and Yan Hua went into the living room to talk to Master Tou. Wei An walked in alone, still holding the crutch in his hand, and asked, "Let me help you."
Xiaoyu naturally knew that she had something to say to him, so he didn't stop her and allowed her to come in.
Wei'an walked to the sink, put down the cane, and started to help wash the vegetables.
"Wei'an, regarding Professor Lin..." Xiaoyu stood in front of the chopping board and spoke first, "I think..."
"Professor Lin..."
Wei An sat in front of the sink, staring at the transparent water column pouring down, without raising her face, "Gone..."
"What do you mean?" Yu paused and turned around, "How did you know Professor Lin was missing?"
"Just now, Shu Yi called me." Wei'an turned off the water flow, raised his head, and his eyes were gloomy. "He said that Professor Lin went to the police station for interrogation. The evidence was enough to charge him as a criminal suspect and further review the case.
The police decided to criminally detain Professor Lin. Before the case is closed, he will be detained for at least 15 to 30 days. Shu Yi was accompanied there. I heard that Professor Lin did not admit the murder or victimization personally at the interrogation scene.
However, on the way to the detention center, the police were attacked by several unlicensed black vehicles. Professor Lin
He was taken away in a black car and disappeared."
Xiaoyu paused for a while before digesting Wei'an's words, and said hurriedly: "You mean, the police car was attacked, Professor Lin was robbed, and there is still no whereabouts?"
"Well, the police have now determined that Professor Lin's criminal associates robbed Professor Lin, and they are still under investigation." Wei'an couldn't help but speak in a depressed tone.
Xiaoyu thought for a moment and asked, "Do you want your sister's help with Professor Lin now, or do you want to leave Professor Lin alone in the future?"
"Professor Lin's books have a characteristic. In addition to some highly professional knowledge, his books sometimes include some life insights and simple words at the end. Because of Professor Lin's mystery, many people
I always hope to understand Professor Lin through these words... I am the same, so I remember every simple word and phrase in his book very clearly..."
Wei'an didn't look anxious and just began to narrate quietly, "Professor Lin's writing is gentle and not aggressive. In such plain narratives, you can always see his gratitude and relief for the bad things in the world.
But I don’t know why, but I read something different from others in his writing...
Confession, loneliness, loss, missing...
My intuition tells me that he seems to be missing someone all the time, and he also seems to feel that his longing is humble.
Therefore, he was cautious, avoided talking, deliberately suppressed, but still couldn't hide the sadness between the lines..."