Chapter Thirteen: How Difficult Life Is
Seeing the elegant and quiet courtyard made Nanming feel better. The car was parked outside the courtyard, and Qing Linqiu, who was boxing with a few young men, quickly closed his posture and came up to greet him, saying as he walked : "Grandpa, uncle is here!"
"Xiao Ming is here!" Mr. Qing greeted him happily, waving his fan, and the other young men went to help park the car and clear the table.
"Uncle Qing, I brought my friends here today." Nan Ming said, but heard a thud, and looked back, Liang Jianqiang probably tripped when getting out of the car, and fell directly on the ground, falling like a dog mud.
Wang Shihao was relatively close to him, and hurriedly stepped forward to drag him, but his feet seemed to be limp, and he had to lift him up several times.
When Liang Jianqiang opened his mouth to speak, he saw Mr. Qing's murderous eyes, which made him tremble with fright, and his feet immediately stopped softening, and he stood up straight.
Celebrate the tiger!
I still remember Qinghu's majestic appearance when he participated in the military exercise!
If it weren't for Qing Huhu's words of encouragement and a few reminders, Liang Jianqiang would not be the current Liang Jianqiang. The kindness during this process will never be forgotten!
After more than twenty years, Tiger Qing is no longer a general in the army, nor is Liang Jianqiang a young man, but the respect in his bones has not diminished in the slightest.
However, what happened to the gentle look in the old man's eyes when he looked at Nan Ming, especially when Nan Ming and Zhang Feilin's fingers hooked up slightly?
"Xiao Ming, I brought my friends here today. It's hot today. Hurry up and turn on the air conditioner in the house." Old Master Qing's voice was convoluted. How could he have the majesty of the tiger's roar back then when all horses were silent?
Hearing this, Liang Jianqiang's whole body became hairy, and goose bumps arose.
Zhang Feilin and Wang Shihao followed Nan Ming into the main hall, the iced drinks were served, and the air conditioner turned on, immediately feeling refreshed.
Liang Jianqiang was not as heartless as they were, he didn't dare to enter the main hall at all, he slipped into the kitchen with his heels together, and raised his right hand, intending to salute: "First..."
"Stop." Old Master Qing waved his hand, "What are you doing in the kitchen? You are a guest today, go back and sit down!"
"This..." Liang Jianqiang wouldn't dare to give him ten more guts. He shyly said, "Then I'll fight in the kitchen..."
"What do you know? Don't make trouble for me! He is in his forties, and he still looks like a young man!" Old Master Qing scolded mercilessly. After being scolded, Liang Jianqiang felt much more at ease in his heart, and even felt more comfortable all over his body. He stood at attention and said yes, turned around on the spot, raised his fist, and was about to run away. This has not been done for many years, but it is not unfamiliar .
"Wait." Elder Qing called him again, making him almost fall to the ground again.
"Who is that little girl? Tell me well." Mr. Qing looked gossiping.
Regardless of whether Nan Ming came or not, the old man had prepared all kinds of materials when he got up every morning. If Nan Ming came, he would make it for Nan Ming to eat. If he didn't come, it would depend on his mood to make a good meal, or deal with it casually, and feed his grandson and a few guards. After all, the old man has a solid foundation, and if he handles it casually, it is far superior to the restaurants outside. The few people who celebrated Lin Qiu these days have enjoyed a lot of food, and even their belts have been unbuttoned.
So, not long after Nanming and the others sat down, the food came out like water, and before it was put on the table, there was a burst of aroma.
"Delicious! Delicious!" The corners of Nan Mingji's mouth were dripping with oil, and Wang Shihao had never eaten such delicious food. A few drops of oil dripped on his chest, and only Zhang Feilin still maintained a basic ladylike appearance.
Grandpa Qing just moved a stool, sat beside him and watched the three young people eating with a smile. He was so kind as if he was trying to plot something wrong. Qing Linqiu stood behind him with his hands behind his back, thinking that the old man was in a good mood today, and he would probably have a good meal tonight. .
Liang Jianqiang sat on the wax, with half of his buttocks next to the chair, and he was holding on to the rice, not to mention picking up vegetables, and he didn't dare to move too much.
While eating, he also peeked at Nan Ming who was eating happily. He thought this kid was incredible enough, but he didn't expect that this kid even knew Mr. Qing, and even asked Mr. Qing to cook for him!
However, no matter it was Mr. Qing, these young men who looked like guards, or Nan Ming himself, they all took it for granted.
Fortunately, when I was helping Nanming drive just now, I thought that my dignified director would drive for you, which was a bit condescending.
The respect of the fart, the expensive of the head!
This kid is a real nobleman!
Liang Jianqiang secretly pinched himself several times to confirm that he was not dreaming, and then he began to feel ecstatic.
Qinghu will cook for me with his own hands? It's worth dying for!
At this moment, Liang Jianqiang's cell phone rang. Liang Jianqiang took it out to have a look, and quickly picked it up. He said a few words in a low voice, and suddenly became serious: "Yes! I promise to complete the task!"
Several people in Nan Ming looked up: "Brother Liang, what's wrong?"
"There is a mission..." Mr. Wang Qing glanced over with inquiring eyes, thought for a while, and said: "I just got the news at the wine table that President Xia Yiyao of Su Chang Company sent his assistant to deal with the China Merchants Bureau. I went to Weifu for a private visit, and the county has issued a death order, must find President Xia, and absolutely must not let her see the bad side."
"President Xia is the one who wants to invest in the development zone?" Nan Ming asked.
"Yes, that's the one." Liang Jianqiang put the phone back, "Fortunately, Assistant Tang was drunk on the wine table, and then the news came out. I have to go back to deploy."
"Go, this is something that benefits one party, do it well." Old Master Qing nodded and gave a few words of advice.
"Yes, then I'll go." Liang Jianqiang put his heels together and strode out.
"I don't know what's wrong with my dad..." Zhang Feilin was in no mood to eat anymore, and his little brows were wrinkled into knots. Liang Jianqiang, who had nothing to do, was pulled back, and her father was on the main battlefield, drinking Assistant Tang down. How could Zhang Quanzhen be better?
Wine halls are like battlefields, Nan Ming heard this sentence before, but now he understands it.
How could he have obtained such important military information if he hadn't overthrew Assistant Tang in the wine field? If President Xia is allowed to investigate everywhere by himself, he doesn't know what will happen.
This is a major matter related to the life and death of the entire county, and it cannot be taken lightly.
After dinner, Qing Linqiu drove out the borrowed Hyundai and drove the three of them away.
While driving, he listened to the conversation of the children behind him with his ears pricked up.
"The dishes made by that uncle just now are delicious, and I think the old man is so kind." This is Zhang Feilin.
kindly? You haven't seen my old man go crazy! Qing Linqiu slandered, thinking about it, his own grandson was terrified.
"If you like to eat, I will bring you to eat every day." This is Nan Ming.
Well, if you come every day, we will have good food, and the old man is in a good mood, so we don't have to worry about it.
"Delicious is delicious, but if I eat it every day, I will gain weight..." This is Zhang Feilin again.
"It's okay to be fat, and I will..." The voice became low and inaudible.
Qing Linqiu almost burst out laughing, but my uncle felt embarrassed, as expected, he was still young.
"Brother Qing, just stop in front." Said Wang Shihao, who was sitting in the co-pilot, and pointed to a construction site next to him.
"Isn't your family moving forward?" Nan Ming was taken aback for a moment, Wang Shihao's family was in a nearby village, and he had only walked halfway.
"I...I have something to do there." Wang Shihao pursed his lips and said nothing.
When Hyundai stopped, Wang Shihao got out of the car and ran towards the construction site. Qing Linqiu saw Nanming watching Wang Shihao with concern, so he started slowly on purpose.
Then Nanming saw a middle-aged man wearing a migrant worker uniform and a hard hat coming out of the construction site, patted Wang Shihao on the head, put a hard hat on his head, and pointed at a pile of sand .
"Shihao is working part-time? That's Uncle Wang, right? I remember Shihao said that his uncle is a construction worker." Zhang Feilin said.
Nan Ming watched Wang Shihao take off his shirt, revealing his peeling back, rolled up his trousers, sweating profusely under the scorching sun, and didn't know what to say.
He remembered that after he was lazy and cancerous, Wang Shihao came to see him with his things, a box of milk and a large bag of fruit, and thinking about it today, Wang Shihao couldn't even get 200 yuan for his salary, and he needed to work part-time to earn tuition fees. My heart was blocked.
His two friends, Shi Hongshen, are quick-witted and smart. Although they play all day, they can still pass the second exam. Wang Shihao, on the other hand, is the kind with a relatively stupid head. Studying is already difficult, and he often plays with the two of them, but he doesn't spend much time on studying. Before, Nan Ming often helped Wang Shihao, but since he was lazy with cancer, he was not in school for the most critical months, and finally fell short by two points, and only passed one of the three exams.
From this point of view, Nan Ming felt that he was sorry for Wang Shihao, but Wang Shihao didn't say anything.
The palm of his hand softened, but it was Zhang Feilin's little hand that held Nan Ming's hand.
"Filin, since there is no need to send Shihao off, shall I take you back?" Nan Ming asked Zhang Feilin.
"I brought my camera out today. Let's go to the pier." Zhang Feilin said, she didn't want to go back like this. In the three years of high school, she didn't have a single photo that she could cherish forever.
Nan Ming subconsciously looked at the energy tank, but was surprised to find that the second grid was already more than half full, how could there be so many?
At this time, Nan Ming still remembered the self-discipline not to be stupid. With so much energy, even walking back and forth is enough, so he nodded: "Okay, let's go to the river!"
As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Nan Ming felt his mood suddenly soared. How long has it been since he went to play by the river? How long has it been since he felt so energetic?
It's been a long time.
Nan Ming, who was immersed in happiness, didn't even notice that the energy bar was growing quietly.
Hyundai stops at a small square near the pier, and willows and willows leave shades by the river. The canal is at high water level, the river is mighty and sparkling. The reeds swayed by the river, and occasionally barges blew their whistles, and the sound spread far away, startling the birds in the reeds. (It's a new week, please recommend tickets!)
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