At Zhusha's house, I had a late-night snack with my little wife, who was in a bad mood.
Not long ago, the two of them put Zhu Zhiqiang on the train.
He will first go to the capital to meet up with Zhu Lingling, and then leave the country with the false identity prepared by Zhu Lingling for him.
Wait for the storm to pass before returning to China.
It’s just that once you leave, you don’t know what year it is when you come back?
Ma Xiaolong knew that there had been several cleaning campaigns in China, but the specific start and end times were not clear. Fortunately, with Zhu Lingling around, he didn't have to worry.
After dinner, Ma Xiaolong and Zhu Sha watched TV for a while.
The two held hands together and played with each other's fingers.
Cinnabar's fingers are still a little rough, but they are a little more tender than before, which is a good sign.
"Actually, I'm quite happy." Ma Xiaolong said suddenly.
"..." Cinnabar frowned slightly and said in her heart: I am sad, are you happy?
"With my father-in-law gone, I can legitimately be with you every day." Ma Xiaolong said with a smile: "Now, no one can stop me from doing whatever he wants to you."
Zhusha's face turned red and she punched him on the shoulder. She was embarrassed and a little panicked: "Don't act like this."
"How can you be called a fool when you are so affectionate with your own wife?" Ma Xiaolong imitated Zhu Bajie's voice and tone: "Madam, just follow the old pig's lead!"
Zhusha laughed and hit him again, with a hint of joy and anger: "You are fat and ugly, I won't obey you!"
"What I'm saying makes no sense. As the saying goes, who in the world thinks a man is ugly when he's a thick willow with a dustpan and a thin willow? The old pig is a bit ugly, but he can tell a lot about the lady's thoughts." Ma Xiaolong swore.
Zhusha couldn't stop laughing: "Then tell me, am I beautiful?"
"Beautiful, beautiful, madam, you are more beautiful than Chang'e in the Moon Palace." Ma Xiaolong chuckled.
"How do you know? Have you seen it?" Zhu Sha smiled.
"Hey~ Not only have I seen him before, I also..." Ma Xiaolong suddenly shut up.
"What else is going on?" Zhu Shaliu raised her eyebrows and asked, "What else is going on?"
Ma Xiaolong said: "Nothing, nothing..."
"Hmph! If you don't tell me, I will go back!"
"Hey! Madam, don't go!" Ma Xiaolong grabbed her and sighed: "Those are all stupid things I did in the past. I think back then, I was known as the Jade-faced Little Flying Dragon and was popular among thousands of girls. How could you expect that?
When I was in the first grade of elementary school, I met a fairy named Cinnabar. The old pig fell in love with her at first sight and has been infatuated with her ever since. I only wish she could look at me one more time. Who knows...who knows...ah!"
Zhusha's face turned red again, she smoothed her hair and asked, "What's wrong?"
"Who knew she also liked me and was willing to be my wife? Hahaha, wife, here comes the old pig!" Ma Xiaolong opened his arms and slowly held her in his arms.
She hugged him too.
"..."
Ma Xiaolong coughed dryly: "I thought you would hide!"
Cinnabar's cheeks turned red and she said, "Who made me like you, an idiot like you!"
Ma Xiaolong felt a little embarrassed: "Hey, my wife is not only kind-hearted but also nice to talk to. I like her very much."
Cinnabar chuckled and hugged her tighter.
After a moment, Zhu Sha whispered: "I only have you."
"If you say that, my father-in-law and sister-in-law will be sad." Ma Xiaolong teased her.
Cinnabar bit him on the neck, it was very light and not painful.
"I'm here!" His tone returned to seriousness, and he patted her back gently: "Don't be afraid, I'm here for you!"
Zhu Sha buried her face in his chest and said vaguely: "Yeah."
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On the afternoon of Friday, December 29th, the theatrical performance before the New Year's Day holiday is about to begin.
Time was tight. As soon as we arrived at school, the teacher organized the whole class to carry stools to the open space in front of the office building. This was the place for artistic performances.
Although it was the eighth day of the year, the sun was shining and it was quite warm.
As a performer, Ma Xiaolong had communicated with the school leaders a long time ago. He sponsored the external amplification sound needed today and replaced it with professional audio equipment. Only by eliminating the irritating noise can the quality of the musical instrument performance be improved.
Take the opportunity to show your face in front of the boss, so that things will be easier for you in the future.
I still remember that a few years ago, the No. 2 Middle School had no education funds and was in poverty, so it had to raise funds from the local society. Ma Qiangsheng couldn't bear it and sponsored a thousand yuan. Unexpectedly, this thousand yuan was the largest personal donation.
The school leaders of the No. 2 Middle School were so moved that they immediately made a glass-framed plaque of thanks and contacted the local TV station. They came to Ma Xiaolong's house and presented the plaque to Ma Qiangsheng. They also expressed their gratitude to Mr. Ma.
Remarks on donating to teach.
At that time, Ma Xiaolong was playing at Zhu Sha's house and did not catch this scene. It was not until he came back that he found a plaque hanging in the living room that he realized that his father had done such a thing.
That night, when he saw his father appearing on the evening news broadcast on the local TV station, Ma Xiaolong felt that he had done a good job.
It not only improved the local reputation, but also established contact with the leaders of the Second Lieutenant Colonel.
However, Ma Qiangsheng did not ask anything from the leaders of No. 2 Middle School because of this incident. He still worked as his assistant and lived his own small life.
Ma Xiaolong thinks his father is cute and silly. If something like power is not used in time, it will become useless when it expires.
But this is fine, and funding without any utilitarianism is valuable.
But he is not Ma Qiangsheng. This time he sponsored the audio system for the school just to help himself win the first place more steadily.
After all, thousands of professional equipment have been sponsored for you. Is it justified if you don’t give it a high score?
Of course he is confident in the quality of his program, but what is the difference between a 99.99% success rate and failure? If he does not make up for the 0.01% hole, he will feel uneasy.
Today we have taken another step towards the path of becoming a saint, hey!
In a small school, there is no such thing as a host. After all the students from the three grades of junior high school have arrived, the school leader sitting in the row in front announced the start of the New Year's Day theatrical performance. The first to appear were all the members of Class 95, the first grade of junior high school.
Students, the program performed was the chorus-"Defend the Yellow River".
He was so awesome, he was worthy of being the top student in the first grade class. He knew that the people in his class had no talent, so he started a group fight.
The hooligans are not to be feared, but the hooligans are literate.
The brain is indeed a good thing.
When Class 95 was performing, Ma Xiaolong said something to Zhu Sha and carried Pipa to the front desk to prepare for the stage.
"Defend the Yellow River" is a powerful song. The more people sing it, the more powerful it becomes. Even if Class 95 didn't sing well, the more people sang it, the quantitative change led to qualitative changes, and it still shocked many people. And then in
In the scoring process, the school leaders gave high scores.
After removing the highest score and the lowest score, the average score is 9.35.
The teachers and students of Class 95 were very satisfied with this score and felt that they could at least get a second prize this time.
"Thank you to the classmates of Class 95 for their performance. Next up is Ma Xiaolong, a student from Class 96 of the first grade of junior high school. The program he brought is: Pipa solo - "The Song of King Lanling Enters the Battle"."