Seeing Ye Chen reluctantly parting from Cui Yuanyuan and walking into the hotel room with a frown, Ye Zhenzhong shook his head and walked in. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"Yuanyuan is only that old, so I can't wait." Ye Zhenzhong saw his son fall on the bed as soon as he entered the house, so he couldn't help but speak.

"Hey, nothing." Ye Chen didn't expect his father to see what he thought, and he smiled embarrassedly.

Ye Zhenzhong didn't interfere too much in this matter, his idea in this regard was to completely respect his son's wishes and let Ye Chen decide his own emotional matters.

Lying in bed, the sound of the mobile phone suddenly remembered in the quiet room.

"Good morning, Monica." Was it Ye Chen's financial advisor calling, Monica? Geller was introduced to his younger brother by Ye Cong, who specialized in taking care of all Ye Chen's property affairs and providing him with investment advice.

"Hello, Mr. Ye. There was news that you asked me to help you find a house, and I picked three houses that best suit your idea. I have sent you the information about the house to your email, and you can visit it at any time after you refer to it. The house mentioned by Monica is a place where Ye Chen used to store antiques, and after playing with those antiques with Cui Yuanyuan before, Ye Chen wanted to take them all to a safer place.

Ye Chen handed over such a matter to Monica. It costs a lot of commissions every year to hire Monica to handle her property, and helping Ye Chen invest in consumption is also one of her services.

According to Ye Chen's requirements, the new house should be spacious, and there are too many antiques that need to be stored, and Ye Chen wants to buy a museum by himself; On the other hand, it is safe, although Ye Chen himself can use the magic enchantment to protect the antiques in the house, but it is better if the house itself can be safer.

"Well, thanks, I'll take a look at it later. I'm not in Liverpool at the moment, so I won't have time to visit the house until next week, and I'll make an appointment with you in two days' time. ”

"No problem, anytime." The pounds Ye Chen spent were not spent in vain, and Monica's service attitude was indeed not picky.

"That's right, Mr. Ye. I'll review your property in the near future, calculate how much tax you'll pay, and I'll give you some advice when the time comes. When Ye Chen wanted to hang up the phone, Monica opened her mouth to stop him. Ye Chen got a bit more money this year, so the proportion of tax payment is naturally indispensable, and Monica is needed to calculate the tax in advance.

After Ye Chen finished calling, he saw his father sitting on the edge of the bed reading a book. Ye Zhenzhong's English can only speak average, and if the speed of speech is slow, he can still understand it, but Ye Chen's speed of speech is obviously too fast, and there is a tone here in Liverpool, he really can't understand it.

The hotel only serves Western food, and there is basically no food suitable for Chinese. In order to adapt to the tastes of his grandparents, Ye Chen and the others decided to go out to find a restaurant.

Ye Cong had already rented two cars in advance, and it was already drizzling outside at this time, but it didn't seem to turn into heavy rain, which was a blessing in misfortune.

The two Ye Chen brothers each drove a car, a traditional classic car, with a lot of space in the compartment, and a clear view of the scenery on both sides of the road through the window. Following a north-south sightseeing passage that crossed the entire island, Ye Chen and the others enjoyed the scenery and walked towards the restaurant they had booked.

The restaurant where Ye Chen and the others ate was located on the east coast, and they needed to go all the way along the coastal road. On the spacious coastal road, you can look at the sea from afar, and under the blue sea and blue sky, driving becomes a pleasant thing.

Passing around a corner, tourists drive their cars to the rest area next to the highway and stand on the cliff to take pictures. The coastal road is not built directly on the beach, but on the cliff very close to the sea, and the terrain is very high, making it a great place to take photos.

If it weren't for Ye Chen and the others in a hurry to eat, Ye Chen would definitely have to stop the car and take pictures non-stop.

"It's a nice feeling to look at the sea from here, and if you come here in the spring, you will definitely have a feeling of facing the sea and the spring flowers are blooming." Ye Zhenzhong sat in the car and said with emotion, Ye Zhenzhong, a self-proclaimed literati, has always been full of emotions for beautiful natural landscapes.

"Hehe, do you want to write another poem?" Zhang Lihua smiled and said with some sarcasm.

"This, forget about poetry, I'm still not very good at this thing, it's okay to paint." Ye Zhenzhong was also a little embarrassed, and seemed to say a sore spot for him.

Ye Chen heard his parents' conversation, and he was also sneering in front.

Ye Zhenzhong, a self-proclaimed literati, did have an outstanding talent for painting, and with this ability, he was still well-known in the literati circle near his hometown.

But every time he finished painting, he wanted to write a poem, but he never succeeded. It's okay to write an article, but when it comes to writing poetry, Ye Zhenzhong really hasn't been enlightened in this regard.

I remember that when Ye Chen was in high school for the Chinese New Year, Ye Zhenzhong spread out his picture scroll because he drank two more glasses, saying that he wanted to compose a poem, and threatened not to write it and not sleep.

The scroll has been painted, and in the winding path of the temple, a tourist sits alone by the window, looking up at the bright moon in the sky.

According to the content of his painting, Ye Zhenzhong pondered for a while and said: "The crescent moon shines on the horizon..."

Then he paused, it seemed that there was no way to continue, Ye Zhenzhong muttered back and forth in his mouth.

A crescent moon shines on the horizon... A crescent moon shines on the horizon...

On Chinese New Year's Eve, Ye Zhenzhong, who was a little drunk, sat at the table, hugged his shoulders, and kept muttering, but he didn't continue. Even Ye Chen and the others came to persuade him, but Ye Zhenzhong couldn't put it down, so he had to make poems before going to sleep.

"Crescent... Horizon... What's behind it? Seeing that Ye Zhenzhong was a little stunned, the family didn't care about him, leaving him to sit there by himself, and everyone else went to watch the Spring Festival Gala in front of the TV.

From eight o'clock after dinner, until the Spring Festival Gala until twelve o'clock at midnight, the noisy sound of firecrackers has sounded outside. Ye Chen was about to help his grandparents go back to the room to rest, only then did he notice that Ye Zhenzhong was still sitting on the chair and muttering.

"Zhenzhong, I haven't figured it out yet, the crescent moon is going to fall." The old man heard his son still muttering the opening sentence in his mouth, and stepped forward to wake him up.

"Hey, Dad, what are you doing here?" Ye Zhenzhong doesn't seem to have come out of his world yet.

Zhang Lihua walked over, "It's been four hours, what's behind the crescent moon, have you figured it out?" ”

When Mother Ye asked, Ye Zhenzhong's face was embarrassed, and at a glance, he knew that he was still stuck here, and everyone laughed.

Since then, everyone in the family has made fun of Ye Zhenzhong about this matter, and every time he mentions literati, he is hit hard enough by this incident.