"Lao Han is back, when will you graduate from college" Zhou Aifu, Yang Quan's brother-in-law immediately shouted out his nickname when he heard his little nephew talk about his aunt, and changed the topic with a smile.

"Did you say where it was assigned?" the uncle asked with a smile, "Have you learned to smoke, do you want one?"

"Hmph...... Hippie smiling," Yang Quan saw his grandfather take a puff of cigarette and a trace of it came out of his nostrils, then slapped his leg and said: "I don't want to see my grandson in my life, I am not filial, I will be a sinner of the old Zhou family when I go down"

After speaking, the grandfather snorted a cigarette at the uncle again.

"You thing, go aside, say something bad, I'm sorry to bring you a Walkman this time" The uncle said and pushed Yang Quan, and took out a Sony Walkman from his bag on the ground.

"Yo, devil, uncle, you finally gave a good gift. Yang Quan said with a smile that in the 80s, a Walkman was hung around his neck, and he would definitely gain a lot of envy when he walked on the road, and he couldn't wait to make people notice the Walkman with his bare arms.

For Yang Quan, although this walkman is old, it is the best gift that his relatives can give him in this era, and he can listen to songs and learn when he is bored at night, and it is also a good thing to relieve boredom.

Zhou Aiping brought the dishes to the table, kicked Yang Quan and said, "I know that I made fun of your brother-in-law and called your third sister back for dinner," after putting down the dishes, he said to his younger brother, "Spending money indiscriminately, don't you know how much money you have to marry a wife?"

"Sister, sister~ I'll help you serve the food, don't talk about it......" Zhou Aifu hurriedly got up and ran to serve the food.

The smell of home is not only wafting out of the window at night, but also smells on the table at noon as long as the loved ones are there.

Looking at the family members who were busy serving food in and out of the kitchen, Yang Quan also crowded together lively. Like water droplets blending into streams, blending into historical rivers, sparkling.

After lunch, Yang Quan and his uncle lay on the ground to take a nap, the weather is hot after dinner in summer, and generally people who are okay will spread the mat on the ground to rest and take a nap. Because of physical reasons, women are too cold on the ground, so they rarely have direct contact and will put on more things.

Maybe it was the train that stayed up all night to catch up, lying on the ground in a daze and sleepy, and soon he directly started to cry. Yang Quan didn't mind other people snoring when they were sleeping, but the uncle's voice was not ordinary, and every time he inhaled, it seemed to cause the bottle on the table to vibrate, as if it resonated. And every time he breathes, Yang Quan can feel a burst of comfort, and he is really worried that he will not swallow this breath and suffocate himself.

An hour was spent in fright, and when Yang Quan finally felt that he seemed to fall asleep in a daze, he was suddenly awakened by the person next to him. When I opened my eyes, I saw that my brother-in-law had already gotten up and was holding the watermelon and nibbling it.

This feeling of being half-asleep and not fully asleep made Yang Quan hate to hammer people twice.

Hanging his arms, he sat on the mat with his eyes in a daze, looking at the black and red inlaid watermelons on the table but had no appetite.

"When will your brother come back," the brother-in-law asked while spitting melon seeds,

This watermelon seed is a good thing, and generally after eating watermelon, the melon seeds are kept, and they are kept for drying and stir-frying. However, watermelons are generally very small, so it is better to beat melon seeds.

"I don't know," Yang replied weakly.

"Speak seriously, it's not good to learn, what is your brother's tone to say" Zhou Aifu kicked Yang Quan lightly.

Yang Wu, who eats and drinks together, is idle and spoiled by his grandfather, and is Zhou Aifu's most hated type. The eldest grandson in the family is generally favored by the older generation, and Yang Wu has been like a big baby grandson since he was a child, and he has been spoiled to the point of spoiling. The most important reason why grandpa is willing to live in his son-in-law's house is that he has no grandchildren, so he can only pamper his eldest grandson.

"Your eldest nephew learns from you and goes to the south to turn upside down" After saying two sentences, Yang Quanzhong fell asleep and regained some energy.

"What the hell, how do you talk to your uncle" Zhou Aifu immediately became anxious when he heard Yang Quan say this. "He's called upside down, he can't hold up the wall with all the mud, and he can't even hold a watch, don't embarrass me."

"Yes, your eldest nephew has embarrassed you, can your old man teach your second nephew how to go upside down?" Yang Quan said with the watermelon on the table.

"What are you doing? Aren't you going to graduate right away and get a job?"

"Do you think your second nephew is a person who can stay in the factory?" Yang didn't raise his head and focused on dealing with watermelons.

"Hey, I, Zhou Aifu, am also considered to have traveled from south to north, I am a person who has seen half of the world, and I have seen a lot of people in this half of my life, whether it is green onion or garlic After a meal, I dare not say 100% that I can see it clearly, but sixty or seventy percent can see what kind of person he is. Yang Aifu dragged the chair over and said with an exaggerated expression, "Just you, I know you from the time you wear open crotch pants, and I don't care how many times I eat with you." I know what kind of person you are, what you want to do with your ass. Your life is the life of entering the factory. ”

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Yang Quan didn't dare to speak. As the saying goes, say less and make fewer mistakes, say more and make more mistakes, and the more you say, the more wrong you are.

You can't treat everyone as a fool, and the phrase "looking old at the age of three" is not nonsense made up by the ancients.

"Say, what's the idea?"

Zhou Aifu looked at Yang Quan, who looked like he was constipated, and his smile showed an expression on his face that I had already seen through your flowery intestines.

"I originally wanted to ask my uncle to borrow some money from you to sell something, but after being educated by you like this, I still think that I would follow you to Taoism?" Yang Quan immediately complimented.

"Sell things, borrow a little money?" Zhou Aifu pouted and repeated in a weird manner.

"Well, sell some small things and earn some pocket money......" Yang Quan didn't seem to hear it, and repeated it again.

"What are you selling?" asked Zhou Aifu casually.

"It's not a big thing, it's just an engine," Yang Quan said.