For cities, Yan Murong still prefers life in the mountains. At least the air in the mountains is much better than in the city.
The weather in Yanjing in October has begun to turn cooler. Many people have already put on a layer of bottoming shirts. Of course. These people do not include those beauty-loving women who always want beauty rather than warmth. Let alone talent. In October, even in the dead of winter, they dare to come out wearing short skirts and bare legs to attract attention.
Standing in the yard and stretching the sore muscles all over his body, Yan Murong couldn't help but smile inwardly. The floor he had slept on for a week was not as comfortable as his small wooden bed in the mountains. Even though there was nothing on the bed It's much more comfortable than sleeping on a stone floor.
I don't know what the old man was thinking. He insisted on letting him sleep with Su Qingwu. Yan Murong cursed in her heart. Could it be that she wanted to have a grandson as soon as possible. There was no need to be so anxious. The old man's body was very strong. It's not a problem to live another twenty years. Why be in such a hurry.
Yan Canghai, who was stretching in the yard and dressed in formal attire, walked out of the small building.
"Morning, Dad." Yan Murong greeted with a smile. "Why are you up so early?"
"Morning." Yan Canghai responded mechanically before saying, "Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival. There are many things in the yamen. I have to deal with them early. I have to come back in the evening to celebrate the festival."
As he said that, Yan Canghai looked at Yan Murong and said expressionlessly, "Do you like sleeping on the floor that much? Do you want me to build a nest for you in the yard. By the way, I can also visit the house."
"Well-----"
Yan Murong was choked up immediately. What he said was too damaging. Damn, I am your biological son, okay? As for scolding people like this-----Besides, from a genetic point of view, this is very detrimental to parents. of.
But no matter what, Yan Murong, who was fearless outside, was still a little frightened in front of his father. He did not dare to argue. He smiled bitterly and said, "Dad, you already know."
"You are my son. I don't know what's going on with you." Yan Canghai rolled his eyes and said angrily.
"You-----you, you, you-----you actually went to listen to the room." Yan Murong was shocked. He didn't care about the politeness and impoliteness. He pointed his finger at Yan Canghai. His whole body was shaking. Unexpectedly Comrade Yanzi, who has always looked like a tough guy, actually has such a special and unknown hobby.
"Little bastard, what are you talking about?" Yan Canghai was furious. He put his hands on his waist as if to pull the belt.
"No, no, no, no." Yan Murong quickly distanced himself from him and asked with a depressed look on his face. "Dad, I believe you wouldn't do this. So, did you ----- install any surveillance in my room? .”
"Fart." Yan Canghai yelled. "Do I need to worry about this? It's just your bed. It's been screaming after removing two screws for so many days. What am I talking about to your mother? I didn’t even hear it. I-----”
Before he finished speaking, Yan Canghai realized that he seemed to have solved the case without asking. He quickly stopped talking. His expression returned to a serious look. He looked at Yan Murong seriously and said, "I'm going to work." .and quickly walked out of the small courtyard.
"Holy shit, that's okay." Yan Murong's eyes almost popped out of his head in surprise. He looked at Yan Canghai who slowly disappeared at the entrance of the small courtyard. There was a roar in his head like thousands of sows rushing past. .
What the hell is going on in this world? How could even a staid man like his father do such a crazy thing? He removed two screws. Damn it. This girl Su Qingwu is really lucky. She slept for so many days. Didn't fall to the ground.
Soon, when Yan Murong came back from running around outside, almost everyone at home got up. Guo Wanjun was making breakfast with her own hands in the kitchen. Su Qingwu actually also helped in the kitchen with a serious look on her face. He asked a few questions from time to time. When he saw Yan Murong's eyes, the woman's face actually turned red.
Yan Murong chuckled but didn't say anything. He took a shower and changed his clothes. Then he went to the backyard and sat on the steps of the flower pond. He quietly looked at the old man who was doing Tai Chi.
When the old man finished a set of punches, Yan Murong grabbed the towel and handed it over. He said with a smile, "Grandpa is getting more and more skilled in Tai Chi. I feel ashamed when I see it."
"You kid, stop wearing a hat on me." Mr. Yan laughed. He took the towel handed over by Yan Murong and wiped his forehead. He said, "I have been doing this boxing for almost thirty years. I can't remember it anymore. Then my training will be in vain ----- But you. I just don't understand. What on earth do you think, little guy? How good is that girl Qingwu? She must have good looks and good figure. You have to be able and competent - such a good girl. You can bring her home and treat her like an antique without even touching her. What do you think?"
"Old man, you also know." Yan Murong looked surprised. "No, you can also remove the two screws of my bed."
"Nonsense." Mr. Yan shouted in a deep voice. "You think I am as heartless as your father. Could I do such a thing?"
Hearing the old man's words, Yan Murong felt extremely beautiful. I dare to say that the dignified Secretary of the Central Commission for Discipline Inspection is short-sighted. He is probably the only one in China like this.
"Hehe. I knew you wouldn't do this, grandpa." Yan Murong said with a smile. "Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival. Grandpa, don't you have any plans for the evening?"
"What arrangements can a retired old man like me make?" Mr. Yan smiled. "It's the Mid-Autumn Festival. Of course it's a great time for family reunion. In this way, you won't be bored at home later. After breakfast, I'll take you with me. Mom, my sister-in-law and your wife will go out for a walk and buy some mooncakes and other things."
"My family has sent so many gifts. Why are you still buying them?" Yan Murong smiled bitterly. The Mid-Autumn Festival has not even arrived yet, but officials of all sizes have already come to the house to give gifts to the old man. Of course, these gifts are just special gifts at best. cigarettes, wine, moon cakes and other things.
"Then how can it be the same?" Mr. Yan waved his hand. "What others give is given by others. It's a festival. It's fun to buy it yourself. When I was young, it was your great-grandpa every Mid-Autumn Festival. My grandma and I made mooncakes with my own hands for me to eat."
"Okay. Let's go out for a walk later. Master, can you stay home alone?" Yan Murong asked.
"I'm not too old to walk. What's wrong?" Mr. Yan laughed. "Besides, there are still guards here."
"Oh. By the way. There is one more thing I have to remind you." Mr. Yan suddenly said. "Last time, I arranged a blind date for your sister-in-law. You little brat went to make trouble. Your sister-in-law is not young anymore. You can't always be like this. You're alone with the order. If you mess around again and cause something bad, be careful and I'll let your dad whip you."