Chapter 76 Volume Nine

Wen Qi stood on the balcony and made a phone call. His eyes passed through the half-open window and stopped on the goldfish swimming around in the pool. He was so shocked that he naturally became absent-minded in his speech. This made Zeng Daxian, who was already in a temper on the other end of the phone, want to throw his phone out.

But I just bought my mobile phone with the private money I saved for a year before I secretly saved up, so I couldn't bear to leave it alone.

"When will you come back?"

Without answering, Wen Qi asked with a smile, "Brother Zeng, how many days are there to Valentine's Day? How do you plan to spend with Huang Yi?"

Zeng Daxian, who had a lack of a string in his mind, was easily taken away from his mind. He sat in the office, his eyes stopped on the photo frame on the desk, and on the face of the man with a smile and a paralyzed face. Love appeared in his eyes, "We are planning to go on a honeymoon."

"Return again?" Wen Qi laughed and took his eyes back from the fish pond. "I remember you said so last year."

"Honeymoon once a year, and he and I are newlywed every year." Zeng Daxian, who was immersed in happiness, suddenly thought of something, and he turned dark. "Wen Qi, you haven't said when you will be back. You are not here these days. Junli will serve you, and the ratings will plummetly. Many listeners have opinions. At the end of each year, the station will be..."

The roar in his ears became louder and louder. Wen Qi took his phone away and stayed away from his ears. He said, "I will go back in a few days. Brother Zeng, I wish you a happy New Year. Happy New Year. Please say hello to Huang Yi."

After saying that, he died.

Finally, I took out the mobile phone board and just charged it.

Back in the room, Wen Qi sat next to Shen Mo, rubbed his face against his neck, and his hand first touched his waist for a while before reaching in, "Xiaobei, do you want to take a break?"

Shen Mo was writing an article, and he was struggling with tomorrow's New Year's Eve dinner. He frowned slightly, "Go downstairs to accompany grandpa."

His lips kissed his cheeks lightly, and he squeezed Shen Mo's chin with his hand. He leaned over and pressed on the two soft lips, crushing them thinly.

With the man's invasion and plunder, Shen Mo finished his last sentence, moved his hand away from the keyboard, rubbed the back of his neck, and stroked it affectionately.

The breathing between the lips and tongue became longer, the wet kiss went from gentle to warm, and then gradually became crazy, and finally slowly lingered in the rapid breathing.

His fair cheeks were dyed with a faint flush, and Shen Mo took a breath, "Go."

Wen Qi licked off the liquid from the corner of Shen Mo's lips, rubbed his hair, and then stood up and walked out of the room.

His thoughts gradually subsided, Shen Mo continued to write, turned on the music he often listened to, and enjoyed sitting in front of the computer to present the knowledge he had mastered in a relaxed way.

Didi's voice sounded, Shen Mo clicked on the message box, saw the avatar that was beating and raised his eyebrows slightly.

When the window opened, I saw a string of Yan text: Shen Mo typed a few words and went up.

Going north all the way: What's wrong? Big Cat, the number was stolen?

Big Cat Xiaomi: Beibei, I wish Teacher Wen a New Year, but he never paid attention to me.

Going north all the way: He has returned to his hometown these few days.

After a quiet moment, the video frame pops up the next moment, and Shen Mo decisively refused.

Big cat Xiaomi:...

Next, you will chat with me and I will answer questions.

Big Cat Xiaomi: Beibei, are you the object of Teacher Wen’s confession that time?╭(╯^╰)╮I read it on Teacher Wen’s Weibo, and the message he sent was the day he came to City C.

After a long walk from south to north, I finally got to the point.

Chen Si pressed his eyebrows and finished writing a chapter and then typed two words.

Going north all the way: smart.

Big Cat Xiaomi: How about you taking a photo of you? Otherwise, I will tell you about your relationship in the group!

Silent mouth twitched and he calmly dropped the Penguin number.

I will know sooner or later that although there are a lot of trouble, there will definitely be a lot of blessings.

When Wen Qi found the old man downstairs, the other party was carefully pruning the potted plants with scissors and trimming some of the growing branches and leaves.

"grandfather."

Ignoring this, Wen Qi went straight to the topic, "I'll cook tomorrow's New Year's Eve dinner. Xiaobei doesn't know how to cook, so he hasn't had a good sleep for two nights."

The old man's face turned cold, and the scissors cracked, "Why, he got angry with you?"

"Xiaobei never makes unreasonable things in front of me. He is too independent. He is taking care of me in many things." Wen Qi tidied up the old man's gray hair. "Grandpa, you should see that Xiaobei has a wide range of knowledge, is studious, calm, is not arrogant or impatient in his work, and even I feel calm and restrained."

The tone paused, Wen Qi's voice became lowered, with a strong emotion, "Meeting him is a blessing for your grandson, and I believe it will be a blessing for our Wen family. Grandpa, stop testing him anymore, I feel sorry for you."

Listening to his grandson's words, the old man sighed, put down his scissors, and sat on the chair, "Who cares about finance?"

"I."

Seeing that the old man's expression slowed down a little, Wen Qi didn't say the following sentence "Xiaobei doesn't want to care, so I just care."

"Our Wen family is also a scholarly family. Even if he passes the qualifications, the housework is not good at all. How can you live in the future?" The old man grimly said, "The grandson I have been raising for decades must be good at appearance, talent and talent. There are a lot of girls in the town who are interested. Now that kid is cheap, should he cook and wash clothes for him?"

The old man became more and more angry as he spoke. The grandson he raised became someone else's, which reminded him of the cat he had been raising for several years and ran away like that.

Pour a cup of tea and put it in front of the old man. Wen Qi curled the corners of his lips, "Grandpa, my wife is for spoiling."

The old man frowned, "No prospect!"

Wen Qi smiled but said nothing.

In the afternoon, Chen Si wrote two pairs of Spring Festival couplets, and Wen Qi took them to the old man to show off.

"Grandpa, how about it?" Wen Qi said with pride.

The old man said no less and nonchalantly, but he looked at his eyes a few more times. The brush calligraphy is magnificent and sophisticated. It is impossible to do without decades of skill. It is completely different from the one written by a teenage boy.

Although his handwriting is good, it is still a bit worse than his.

The old man thought about it secretly again. The boy was thinking too much, but he couldn't see through it, worried that his grandson would suffer a loss.

On the morning of 30, people in the town saw the old man and his family go to the grave with bags. When they met, they would come forward to say hello, say a few caring words, and kindly reminded that the road was difficult to walk.

The ancestors of the Wen family lived here. The old man retired from the agency and returned to the town to live a leisurely life. Wen Qi's parents divorced when he was very young, and both of them formed a new family.

At that time, Wen Qi lived with the old man, and the grandfather and grandson also had a support.

He burned paper money and set off firecrackers at his ancestors' graves. Chen Mo and Wen Qi kowtowed three times in front of the grave.

The last one to pay homage was Mrs. Wen. The corners of her eyes were a little wet, and her usual stern face softened. He talked to himself and pulled out the dead grass on the grave.

Wen Qi didn't go to help. He knew the old man, was stubborn and persisted.

Wen Qi arranged the New Year’s Eve dinner, cooked a pot of glutinous rice, poured it into a large dustpan and pinched the balls, and silenced to pinch one by one on the side. When he was full, he looked at Wen Qi in a daze.

It is said that serious men are the most charming, and this sentence is not a lie.

Wen Qiting enjoyed his silent gaze. He smiled and stuffed the pinched glutinous rice balls into his silent mouth.

The two of them worked in the kitchen for a long time, and basically Wen Qi washed vegetables and cut vegetables. After watching silently, they couldn't understand it. This was the first time he saw a plate of complicated dishes that had gone from raw to cook, with a complete color, fragrance and flavor.

A gentle and handsome man can make good food, which is undoubtedly a bonus.

A firecracker was set off before the meal, which was silent. He hadn't done this for many years. He was calm on his face and excited inside.

There is a custom in the town that before the New Year’s Eve dinner, a small bowl of braised pork was delivered from house to house. There were not many, only a few pieces, which meant a prosperous and prosperous place.

After dozens of families delivered one by one, each household had dozens of bowls of braised pork. They didn’t eat it that day, but they didn’t eat it after the second day of the day.

After the work was over, the whole family sat on the table, with advertisements on the TV, which were all greetings for New Year, festive and lively. Before the party started, the evening party could allow every household in front of the TV to feel the New Year atmosphere.

Silently picked up the drink, Wen Qi also stood up together, "Grandpa, I wish you good health."

After glanced at him, the old man took a small sip of wine, smacked his lips, and waited for the heartburn feeling to spread, and then he responded.

The atmosphere was very peaceful and warm. Wen Qi looked at the old man’s eyebrows not frowning, and guessed that he should be in a good mood. He mentioned something, "Grandpa, let’s go back to City C with us after the New Year."

The old man ate the hot vegetables and said, "Don't go."

He knew that the old man was unhappy, and Wen Qi didn't say anything else. He mentioned that sentence every year. The old man's answer was always the same, but he still hoped that the other party could go to City C with him to take care of him in this way.

"Ding, Happy New Year."

A sound suddenly appeared in his mind, and the chopsticks in his silent hand shook slightly. He asked in his heart, "111? Or 000?"

"Ding, it's 000 to wish Mr. Chen a New Year."

The veins on the silent forehead were beating. It doesn’t matter what greeted New Year’s greetings were. What’s important is whether there was something wrong with the system and whether he could go back on time.

"Ding, Mr. Chen, there are loopholes in the system. There are many missing parts of the archives in the past, and they are currently working hard to repair them."

"Don't tell me, the first few volumes were lost."

"Ding, not, but...Didi..."

The sound in my mind will disappear after a while. I frowned silently, and the food in my mouth will not taste the same.

After dinner, I watched the party with the old man and said hello and went back to the house. The group was greeting each other and silently logged in the Penguin account of Wen Qi.

The fans in the group were eagerly asking about Wen Qi's life.

Teacher Wen: My wife and I are watching the Spring Festival Gala.

The big guy was so angry that his wolf blood was boiling for a while, and then he saw the big cat suddenly ask about silence.

Going north all the way: My man and I are watching the Spring Festival Gala.

The silence next to him saw Wen Qi answering for him very consciously, and when he typed the words, he was speechless.

With such an obvious hint, those who were full of ideas in the group were discovered without long with the cooperation of Big Cat's intentional or unintentional reminder and Wen Qi.
To be continued...