Ye Muyi was soaking in the hot spring pool, with the chirping voices of Cheng Cheng, Shen Yu and the others nearby, and the snow-capped mountains in the distance, which together created a picture of tranquility and bustle, which was exceptionally harmonious.
But his mood couldn't get better. He stayed up almost all night last night and still couldn't come up with an answer. So after meeting Xia Song today, he always felt guilty and didn't dare to look at her face.
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The two hot spring pools are very close, and you can hear clearly what the girl is saying. Xia Song seems to be in a good mood, chatting and laughing with Tang Xintian, and the two sisters are chatting about the differences between domestic and foreign justice.
It's speculation.
Ye Muyi couldn't help but prick up his ears to listen. Strangely enough, his ears were like filters, filtering out all other people's voices. Only Xia Song's voice could reach his ears.
He heard her talk eloquently about the domestic judiciary, praising its advantages, speaking out about its shortcomings, and putting forward her own suggestions for revision. Her voice was confident and beautiful. For the first time, he discovered that she was so good in her field.
Only then did he remember that when they were together, they almost never talked about her work. When he went to her office, he would look through the files, but he couldn't understand them at all.
She never told him this, because it would be in vain. He couldn't communicate with her like Tang Xintian.
He doesn't understand this, but Han Yao must understand. I heard that he is currently in charge of the judiciary, so they are like-minded. It's no wonder that Grandpa Xia wants to bring them together.
A picture emerged in Ye Muyi's mind. Songsong and Han Yao were sitting together. The two were chatting happily. Han Yao occasionally helped Songsong lift up her fallen hair. Songsong raised her eyes and smiled.
There are shadows of Han Yao everywhere.
Wow! He trembled all over, causing a splash of water all over his body.
Cheng Cheng said in disbelief: "Brother Erbao, you don't know how to pee."
"piss off."
Ye Muyi's face darkened and he kicked him.
Cheng Cheng dodged with a smile and muttered: "Who made you tremble like that suddenly?"
"When a man shakes suddenly, it doesn't necessarily mean he peed. It could also be something else."
Su Yi added charmingly.
Ye Muyi leaned back, raised his foot and kicked Su Yi again: "Are you looking for a beating?"
Su Yi was already prepared, jumped up and ran away.
Ye Muyi also stood up with a roar. He had accumulated a lot of anger and was worried that he had no place to vent it.
"I rely on you, fourth brother, to be serious."
Su Yi shouted.
"Whoever is joking with you, I think you deserve a beating."
Ye Muyi grabbed his shoulder.
Su Yi dodged around like a loach, and the two started fighting in the hot spring pool.
Although they don't receive training from childhood like Jiang Yunji, they are often thrown into the army during summer vacation, and their boxing and kicking skills are still better than ordinary people. One punch and one kick can disturb the water in a hot spring pool.
Cheng Cheng was the first to jump out: "I have to run quickly so that I don't get blood all over me later."
"Together together."
Shen Yu also jumped out.
Then the two of them squeezed into the girl's hot spring pool.
With the two of them taking the lead, the others were afraid that their fists, feet, and eyes would be accidentally injured, so they got up and moved to the pool here.
Originally, the large hot spring pool was packed with people, causing the girls to laugh and cry.
Cheng Cheng didn't mind watching the excitement and yelled: "Come on, come on, place your bets, place your bets, I'll be the banker, start with ten thousand, and bet on who can win."
"I bet 50,000 to Brother Erbao to win. Come on Brother Erbao. Whether I can keep my New Year's money depends entirely on you."
Shen Yu followed suit.
Others also became interested and placed bets one after another. Some bet on Ye Muyi to win, and some bet on Su Yi to win. The supporters of both of them were half and half, but the amount of bets already reached hundreds of thousands.
In the yard next door, a group of adults who were chatting in the hot spring heard the commotion and felt helpless and funny.
Xia Jingze said: "These boys are much more noisy than when we were young."
Shen Zizhuo held his head against the pain: "I wasn't that noisy when I was a child."
"You mean that my son followed me."
Ye Linglong pinched his waist hard.
Shen Zizhuo hissed and quickly changed his words: "Do as I do, it's all because of my bad genes."
Only then did Ye Linglong take back her hand with satisfaction.
Shen Zizhuo rubbed his waist. He would have to consult Song Jiaren privately some other day, whether a wife hitting her husband would be considered domestic violence.
"How could we have so many children when we were young?"
Su Ye chuckled: "If you have more children, they will naturally become more noisy."
"Isn't that right? You and Ah Cheng were more mature and steady than the other when they were young. Jingze and I were a little bit troublesome. I was thrown into the army by my father before I was free for a few years. Uncle Xia was also very ruthless in controlling Jingze. These guys are so free."
Jiang Teng was envious to say the least.
Cheng Haoran had a headache: "I also plan to let Cheng Cheng go to the army for a few years to sharpen his temper after he graduates from high school."
"Let's go together. Shen Yu's temper needs to be tempered."
Shen Zizhuo said.
"You guys have had enough. If two boys are sent to the army, who will inherit the company in the future?"
He Siyi was defeated by them.
Xia Ning smiled and said: "We have one more son in our family. Let's give it to one of you to train him."
"Come on, give it to me."
Cheng Xiran said excitedly: "I think Xiaoyi is very smart, but he's just used to being lazy."
Ye Lancheng also said: "Okay."
"You are willing to leave your prosperous life to Xiaoyi."
Su Ye joked.
"If there is any reluctance, I won't take it with you in life or death."
Ye Lancheng has lived to this age, and money is just a series of numbers to him.
An Zhisu nodded in agreement: "In the future, if we have no one to inherit the inheritance a hundred years from now, we will sell the company and donate the money. We can also add a meritorious deed to the epitaph."
"good idea."
Song Jiaren thought it was feasible: "Anyway, none of them need to live off our inheritance. If they do more good deeds, when they meet the Lord of Hell, they may give us a good pregnancy in the next life."
"Then if we donate all our inheritance to do good deeds, can we get together and become a family in the next life?"
Su Qingchen asked with bright eyes.
Everyone burst into laughter, and if they could, they would be generous, because a lifetime is too short, and they have not been enough relatives, friends, and lovers. If people could choose their next life, they would still be willing to be relatives, friends, and lovers.
There was laughter and commotion at the same time, and a wall separated the two generations.
Children are their past, and they are their future.
They are like reflections of each other's lives. Decades ago, when they were no longer alive, their children had already become parents, and they would laugh and watch their children playing and playing around like they do now.