When the whole city was rumbling with firecrackers, Wu Tao took the old man and finally set foot on the way home.

Qiu Weimin's respectful appearance of bowing his head and listening to the teachings just now made Wu Tao seem to remember the dashing and heroic posture of the old man who would scold Fang Xuan back then.

There are talented people from generation to generation, each leading the way for hundreds of years.

Who hasn't been young yet?

However, after this incident, Wu Tao obviously felt that the old man's mental state was refreshed. This can be regarded as killing two birds with one stone, which not only solves Qiu Xiaotian's worries, but also resolves the old man's heart disease.

"Ouch, grandpa, it's a little late, and it's delaying the family's ancestor worship. Wu Tao looked at his watch, and said suddenly in his heart. In the past, the old man valued these old rules the most.

Unexpectedly, the old man waved his hand when he heard this, and said disapprovingly: "It's okay, today's matter is counted as a merit for our ancestors and grandchildren, and it doesn't matter if the ancestors wait for it." ”

After a pause, the old man said again: "Xiao Tao, grandpa's old bones are not completely useless, right?"

Wu Tao was stunned, then reacted immediately, and said with a straight face: "Grandpa, you have a big role." Rong Rong and I ran several times just now, but Director Qiu ignored us. As a result, as soon as you got out of the horse, you didn't say a word, and you got it!"

“...... Let's not talk about this outsider in advance, let's take our family as an example, don't look at me and my dad are now creating so many big businesses outside, but if we don't have you at home, we all feel that we have no backbone, and we can't do things. ”

When the old man heard this, he immediately raised his eyebrows, and waved his hand proudly, "You two can do it, I am at home!"

That night, during the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner, the old man was happy and ate two bowls of rice in a row.

was so frightened that Wu Binghua and Zhang Huilan looked at each other, and asked again and again, "Dad, are you okay?"

"What can I do?" the old man raised his gray eyebrows, "what's the matter when there's no food?"

"I'll give you ......," Zhang Huilan said repeatedly. The rice on Chinese New Year's Eve must be made more, and it must be leftover, after all, it is necessary to pay attention to the surplus every year.

Not long after the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner ended, Qiu Xiaotian's phone called.

The seven-foot man, an artist who has always wanted to force face in front of Wu Tao, cried like a tearful man at the moment, and thanked him again and again.

Wu Tao really couldn't listen to it, so he simply said, "What you should be most grateful to is my grandfather", and then handed over the phone to the old man.

As a result, it was not until two hours later that the phone call was over.

When it was over, Qiu Xiaotian asked repeatedly with palpitations: "Isn't your grandfather really sent by my father?" In one breath, he trained me for two hours, but fortunately my phone call is not expensive, otherwise it would be ......."

Wu Tao looked at his mobile phone, "Your uncle, Qiu Xiaotian, this phone bill will be deducted from your salary in the future!"

After speaking, he hung up the phone with a snap.

Although he doesn't actually care about the thousands of dollars in international long-distance call fees, it is really refreshing to say this.

The sound of firecrackers bids farewell to the old year, and laughter welcomes the new year.

The Spring Festival Gala in 1997, a spring story, was sung all over the country, and the greatest affirmation was given to the life achievements of the chief designer.

Of course, it is also the final affirmation.

Seeing that zero o'clock was approaching, Wu Tao's mobile phone rang again.

The subordinates called him one by one to greet the New Year, and his mobile phone was hot. When it finally hung up, the village was full of fires and firecrackers.

Zero o'clock came, and 1997 finally came.

It's raining......

Feeling the drizzle falling overhead, Wu Tao shrank back and went back to the room.

It rained but didn't snow, indicating that this winter was not too cold, which is typical of the El Niño climate. This means that the flood season in the coming summer will also come as scheduled.

The light rain outside the window was dripping, and the fire in the east room was booming.

The old man was tired and had already fallen asleep. And Xiao Jiang was also trapped in the mud, still holding the toy he had just bought in his hand and not letting go.

Wu Binghua picked up his children and went to wash, and Zhang Huilan also ended the great business of making dumplings, and said after packing up a pot full of dumplings: "Tao, send it to your aunt." ”

"Okay. ”

Wu Tao was holding the dumplings covered by a broken blue cloth, and when he walked to the gate of Aunt Hua's house, he was welcoming Aunt Hua out to close the door.

According to the custom of Bac Giang, in order to welcome the God of Wealth, the door of the house is closed as late as possible.

"Tao, come in. Aunt Hua held an oil-paper umbrella, hurriedly covered it for him, and let him in.

Wu Tao walked in angrily, "Aunt Hua, Happy New Year!"

Aunt Hua of Xinruo Lanxiang couldn't help but be stunned: "Boss, Happy New Year!"

Wu Tao couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, how many festivals, Aunt Hua couldn't get rid of the grievances of missing the black egg and his father, and today, it seems to be a little different.

Entering the hall, the black egg was already asleep in the room.

And Aunt Hua was keeping vigil alone in the hall, but there was a thick pile of documents on the coffee table. The portrait of Black Egg's father is still there, and suddenly it seems to be smiling.

Putting down the dumplings, Wu Tao was very surprised, "Aunt Hua, it's so late, you are still working?"

Aunt Hua smiled elegantly, although she still lives in this old house, she has cultivated a side of self-cultivation and temperament between her gestures. "Anyway, it's fine, and I can't sleep, so I just think about my plans for the coming year. ”

“...... Nowadays, the stalls are spreading, but you said that it is more difficult to keep a business than to start a business. So I'm going to have to take care of it and plan it well. Aunt Hua made a cup of tea, but it was a good Longjing and handed it to Wu Tao.

“...... I didn't know before, but now I understand that being an official is rich, and it is not as easy as we imagined. In his position, he seeks his government, what position he sits, and what he cares about. I'm afraid you've been thinking no less than I have this night, right?"

Listening to Aunt Hua's relaxed and tranquil tone, Wu Tao was pleased, but he still couldn't help asking, "Then Aunt Hua, what about Uncle?"

"Black egg dad, I miss him so much. Aunt Hua pursed her red lips, as if she was trying to restrain herself, "But he has left me with the past me." Isn't that a bit unkind?"

When she said that, Aunt Hua spoke, subconsciously pulling her fingers and feeling worried.

"I don't know. Wu Tao saw the other party's performance in his eyes, but he didn't try his best to explain anything, just said casually: "But I once read a sentence, forgetting is the best memory." Maybe you and the black egg are living more and more prosperously, which is the result that Uncle is most willing to see. ”

After half a ring, Aunt Hua straightened up, and said with a determined look on her pretty face: "You're right." ”

"Then tell me about your work plan and ideas for the coming year. Wu Tao leaned back on the sofa and changed the subject.

Aunt Hua's spirit was shocked, "First of all, stop the pace of expansion; secondly, the integrated management of resources, the establishment of a unified training system and financial system, the establishment of beauty professional training courses; third, strengthen the horizontal exchange of senior beauty technicians, and establish a reasonable professional system ......"

Listening to Aunt Hua's gushing ideas, Wu Tao really felt impressed, which made him think of a sentence.

Some people look obscure, but once they get their will, they can soar to the sky.