In the next few days, Feng Yiming really didn't dare to go out of school, but he still followed Feng's mother, who was finally temporarily relaxed, to run around for New Year's goods, and only went out a few times occasionally, and he didn't have a chance to go to the company and Internet café to have a look, so he had to explain to Yu Fei to run a few more times. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

In this year's final exam, although Feng Yiming's total score is still outside the top ten in the whole grade, but because the math score is too dazzling, it has caused great repercussions in the city No. 1 Middle School full of score theory, except for the Han family, which has a holiday with Feng's mother, other teachers will congratulate Feng's mother almost every time, although it is only the score of the first year of high school, but with this ranking, Feng Yiming has no possibility of falling off the list in the college entrance examination two years later, and there is great room for choosing schools and majors.

"Hey, Feng Yiming, I taught you mathematics in junior high school, and the high school entrance examination was average, and you didn't get a full score, why haven't you seen it for a year, and your brain has opened up?"

Feng Yiming looked at the junior high school math teacher with a bitter face and said, "Teacher Zhou, people have to be impressed if they don't see each other for three days, and we have been all a year." ”

Listening to the chatter behind him, Feng Yiming went upstairs in embarrassment, thinking that it was really a mistake when he took the math test that day, in this campus, whether you are a prince of love songs or a court star, it is not as sensational as this score, last night there was actually a colleague of my mother who brought the child of the first year of junior high school to ask for advice, thinking of the mother's eyebrows dancing and talking about the effective education of her son, Feng Yiming had a terrible headache.

Today is the Chinese New Year's Eve, Feng Wei'an also went home early, except for accompanying Huang An's grassroots "performance" in the morning, the big and small things at hand have been dealt with almost enough, the headache trouble everyone tacitly pushed to the new year, the cadres also want to have a good year!

Feng Wei'an sat on the sofa and read the newspaper, but listened to the discussions of the teachers downstairs with his ears pricked up, heard the sound of pushing the door, and hurriedly put away a smile on his face, this kid can't give a good face, he gets into trouble all day long, and he can cause something big every time, this time he slapped others ten times, and almost made Feng Wei'an's reputation in the city disappear over the years.

Feng Yiming glanced at his father, who was sitting there, and walked into the kitchen with a vegetable basket, thinking that it was enough to pretend to be a grandson in front of his father during this time, right...... In this way, he is a son, what kind of grandson is he pretending!

"Yiming, have you bought beef? I asked you to buy more a few days ago, it's thirty nights today, and the vegetable market won't open until the fifth day of the new year, what are you doing early!" Feng Wei'an carried a small and delicate purple clay pot, paced back and forth at the door of the corridor, looked at his son who was busy in the kitchen, and asked with a smile.

Feng Yiming really couldn't help it, and complained: "You take a look at every household in Qingping City, which family is the underage son preparing the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner, and the parents sit there to eat ready-made!

"Hey, Yiming......" Feng Wei'an's tone dragged on for a long time, and he teased: "Son, let me teach you a sentence, people have to bow their heads under the eaves, do you understand?"

Feng Yiming rolled his eyes, he didn't bother to pay attention to his father, who was cheap and well-behaved, there was no way, although he took advantage of the conflict with the Xiang family this time, but he always let his father suffer an unwarranted disaster, Feng Yiming was really weak-hearted, this is still the reason why my mother doesn't know it, otherwise he will be even more unlucky.

"By the way, I asked someone to see this purple clay pot a few days ago, and I said it was a bit of a trick. Count you kid still a little bit of filial piety. Feng Wei'an showed the purple clay pot in his hand to his son, and said with a smile: "I really don't know what you want......?

In his busy schedule, Feng Yiming glanced up at the purple clay pot, and thought to himself, Dad's friends who often go to the stalls together and enter the ghost market?

Feng Yiming thought to himself that if he really found a treasure again this time, it would be the fourth time he had picked up a leak on the stall, could it be that the gold finger after his rebirth was in the antique industry?

Feng Wei'an looked at his son who didn't speak, frowned and asked, "You won't still fight Zhang Miao's idea, right?" I told you, people are crossing the river, and we are not even considered to be the head snake, we are really not a good match." Your kid is quite clever, he knows how to take the family route, and he has a genuine handwriting of a bearded man, not only Secretary Zhang, but even his grandfather. The real handiwork, I feel sorry when I think about it......"

"Dad, you're less involved. Feng Yiming was a little speechless, because Mao's father always felt that he was interesting to Zhang Miao? Thinking of the Tianhao nightclub incident, Zhang Miao, who often clings to himself, occasionally coquettishly behaved a few times, Feng Yiming trembled the goosebumps on his body, thinking that he had to be careful next semester, it was okay if his father misunderstood, in case Changhe and Lu Fei misunderstood, then it would be a big deal. Feng Yiming didn't know that Lu Fei had included him in the list of possible sons-in-law early, although there were a lot of names on this list, but his ranking was not low.

Feng Yiming started busy this morning, the vegetable market alone ran three times, the grocery store ran twice, and was busy until more than five o'clock in the afternoon, finally preparing the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner, at this time, in the afternoon, I went to a few close colleagues to pay respects to the early years of Feng's mother walked into the door with a red face, and said in a loud voice: "Yiming, this is the rice dumplings wrapped by Teacher Zhou's own family, the ones that Teacher Zhou forced over just now to pay New Year's greetings are all sweet, and they are left to you when they hang up and turn back." ”

Feng Wei'an, who also likes to eat sweet zongzi on the side, snorted coldly and muttered: "Isn't it just an exam that hits the big luck?

Feng's mother was on campus for a while because of her son's scenery during this time, and today she went to a few houses for a hundred years and listened to a lot of compliments, and after listening to her husband's complaining words, her face turned cloudy, and she turned her head to stare at Feng Wei'an and asked: "What do you mean, my son did well in the exam, but your face is not bright!"

Feng Wei'an didn't dare to stiffen his wife, laughed a few times, and slowly entered the living room with a purple clay pot, and before he took a few steps, he heard his son shouting in the kitchen: "Mom, I'm really busy, help wash the radish." ”

When Feng's mother heard this, she looked at her son, who was busy in the kitchen, and then turned her head to look at Feng Wei'an, who raised the purple clay pot from time to time to take a few sips, and said angrily: "Feng Wei'an, what did I say at noon!

A few minutes later, Feng Wei'an, who was listening to his son's command in the kitchen, looked at no one at the door, and threatened in a vicious whisper: "Feng Yiming, you are not small, are you going to shoot and scatter, right?"

Feng Yiming was very calm, and said with a smile: "Dad, help." I have something to ask you. ”

"Say, what kind of, when can't you say it!" Feng Wei'an's face was ugly, but he didn't care in his heart. Feng's mother is the biggest in the family, and the father and son have been fighting each other for many years in order to earn a second-in-command position, and occasionally chatting with Zhang Changhe and Ye Huai'an, everyone thinks it is really interesting, especially Zhang Changhe is quite envious.

"At that dinner, was there a tall fat man in a down jacket, with a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, and a little ruffian in his speech. Feng Yiming asked seemingly unintentionally.

Feng Wei'an was stunned for a long time, and then slowly said: "It seems that there is such a person, and he is not very impressed, what's wrong?"

Feng Yiming was a little disappointed, he thought that if he could know any information from his father, he didn't need to go to Ding Xiangzhong, after all, Lao Ding, the director of the city public security bureau, no matter how good the relationship is, it has to be considered a favor if he uses it once.

"What? Do you know that person?" Feng Wei'an was a little strange, except for the officials in Qingping City and the hotel staff who attended the dinner that day, the others were Qingping's businessmen in other places, most of them still had some status and status, how could his son know this kind of person.

Feng Yiming shook his head and stopped talking, thinking that he confessed to the fat man who didn't know if his real surname was "Liu", and tried his best to eat Sina's shares, which was more or less a favor, and he had to know who I had to write this favor to!