The moon bends and shines on Kyushu, and a few families are happy and a few are sad. When he arrived at Ye Boxuan's side, he was replaced by full expectations for happiness.

Ye Boxuan hit the steering wheel and hurried to Kyoto. The breeze brushed his cheeks, and he couldn't help but smile.

Ye Dashao remembered the wedding steps he had memorized that day by drinking with the three stinker think tanks, and shook his head to himself. If it weren't for the summer, he wouldn't have bothered to do it. Even if he was a spectator, he found it very troublesome, not to mention that he had to organize, he had to design, he was the main participant.

He left early today, and he had two missions back to Kyoto. The first one is to give him the paper list prescribed by the think tank? Mother. The second is to ask those bare farts in Kyoto? The buddies who grew up in the stock drank and stood up, and whoever should live was the leader.

As for the summer, I'm afraid he won't have time to see it. It's a bit of a pity. I don't know how small? Does the girl have the consciousness to be a bride?

Ye Boxuan didn't know whether the idea was lucky or unlucky, and when he entered the house, he was bumped into by Ye Zhiqing, who only went home once a month.

Ye Zhiqing put down the report in his hand, lowered his chin, his glasses stuck on the bridge of his nose, and rolled his eyelids to the door: "Head Ye, your one-year vacation, this time is almost used up recently." ”

"Dad, where's my mom? Why are you so home? Ye Boxuan dodged Ye Zhiqing's slightly pointed question.

Ye Zhiqing raised his chin and gestured upstairs: "I said that my head hurts and I am dizzy." Tossed me back, and she lay in the room to rest. ”

"Then I'll take a look." Ye Boxuan rolled up the sleeves of his white shirt and went to the bathroom to answer while washing his hands.

As soon as the words fell, Song Yaping went downstairs without much energy. As she descended the stairs, she straightened her hair with one hand: "How did you get home?" Can I help you? ”

"Mom. Look at what you said. I can't go home if I'm fine. Isn't this coming back to see you? ”

"Humph!" Ye Zhiqing snorted with his nose and demolished his son's platform.

"Then I'll cook for you. Eat steamed pork ribs or braised pork? Old than? Old than. You wash all the dishes I bought at night, and I'll fry them. ”

"Huh? Mommy. No, I asked a few brothers out for a drink. Next time, next time you make dumplings for me. ”

Ye Zhiqing looked at the report in his hand beside him, and continued to ridicule his son without idleness: "Did you hear that?" Your son fooled you, and you still helped him Zhang Luo. ”

Song Yaping smiled and sat on the sofa opposite Ye Boxuan: "I bought everything I should buy, I went shopping with Xia to make up for it." Before the girl left, she kidnapped me for half a bottle of honey, saying that it was a beauty. ”

Song Yaping picked up the apple and began to peel it, without her son asking. And she reported. lest her son still look at people with colored glasses and feel that she is difficult to be a future daughter-in-law all the time. She has paid like that, at least she can't let her son misunderstand.

Ye Zhiqing's hand holding the report paused, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. Living at home, if the women in the family are not united, how can they rest assured that they will struggle outside. Speaking for his daughter-in-law: "Listen, you? Mom is really heartbroken for you, if you want to be angry with her again in the future, I won't spare you. ”

Ye Boxuan rarely has a big smiling face. Discuss with his parents: "Everything is bought, what about the team?" Looking for a few cars? ”

Ye Zhiqing raised his head instantly: "What?" ”

Song Yaping was also a little surprised, the team?

"Ah, didn't look for it? All right. Didn't ask me to mention it when I was drinking with my brothers at night. Who has a car in their hands, how many in total, I will come back to report the number, and give you a look at the second elder. ”

Ye Zhiqing took off his glasses and put down the report in hand. Slap the table: "Nonsense! ”

"Who's messing around? I can just get married once, can't I be more stylish? ”

"Whoever doesn't get married once! Ye Boxuan. I sue you, you have to dare to come to the crooked style. I'm pumping you with soles! ”

Ye Zhiqing couldn't scold enough, stood up, and turned around angrily: "Listen, you teach a good son!" It's not unpretentious at all! You teach you badly, and the style of the gentleman is there, and he has it when he is young. At the age of thirty, you have been a revolutionary cadre for many years, and you will make a superficial exaggeration? ”

"How is this pompous? I didn't do anything out of the ordinary. ”

"Your behavior is overstepping!"

"You don't have to educate me. I'm not looking for it, am I? ”

"What's your attitude? You don't realize that you're wrong! I think there is a chance that you should be sent to a more difficult place. Go out and inquire, your image in the eyes of outsiders is very different from your current style! ”

"Well, you really don't have to put me on the line. If you give me a corner of the corner, I'll thank you in advance! ”

After Ye Boxuan finished clasping his fists, he didn't care that his father Ye Zhiqing was so angry that he gasped, took out a few pieces of paper from his trouser pocket, walked directly to Song Yaping, who was at a loss, didn't know how to persuade him, and couldn't tell which end to preference, and handed it to him? Mother:

"It's the wedding process, you can take a look at it and arrange it. Thank you mom. After saying that, he turned around and left.

Song Yaping didn't have time to look at what was written on the paper, so she shouted at Ye Boxuan's back: "You really don't eat at home?" When will you come back? Still talking to us? ”

What I got was Ye Boxuan's back and the gesture of waving goodbye.

"Look at it, there is a leading cadre!"

Song Yaping smiled elegantly, picked up the tea bowl on the coffee table and handed it to Ye Zhiqing: "Okay, you." He's your son, and he's in his own house, what do you want? ”

Ye Zhiqing took it over, dissatisfied with Song Yaping's indifferent attitude:

"You can get used to it, if I'm not at home, he's prone to making mistakes!" After speaking, I didn't hear Song Yaping take care of him, and asked: "What is the process, read it and listen to it, I have to check it." ”

Song Yaping ignored Ye Zhiqing, her attention was attracted by those few pieces of paper, she was a little surprised, and read out what was written on the paper in her own words: "Being taken by Bian'er, giving birth to a son to be a high-ranking official......"

"What?" Ye Zhiqing thought that he had heard a mistake.

"Quanfu people refer to people who have both parents and children."

"What?"

"In the summer, the pavilion needs to make a basin of washing water to wash your hands in the summer, and put money and green onions in the washbasin. At night, when the cave is in the house, the pavilion needs to pour water outside. Quanfu people make quilts ......"

Before Song Yaping finished reading it in surprise, Ye Zhiqing snatched it up. After going through the content at a glance and ten lines, a slap and a hand plus Ye Dashao's long-winded record was put on the coffee table. The coffee table shook and stood tenaciously there.

Ye Dashao's father was very angry, and roared angrily: "Nonsense! Now that they are all breaking the four olds and establishing a new style, he actually wants to do this! Shouting into the air, the spitting stars jumped out angrily.

"His father, he's thirty years old, and you're still scolding him like that? You, you ......"

"Do you think he looks like a thirty-year-old? Acting childishly and ridiculously! "Let's talk about a bunch of Ye Boxuan's words, how they are not things, they are not beaten.

Song Yaping took advantage of Ye Zhiqing's roar, and folded a few pieces of paper on the coffee table into her trouser pocket. She'll take care of it herself. Some work, some remove...... (To be continued......)

PS: Today's update is more than 8,000 words, which is equivalent to last week's four changes. The last chapter is 6,000 words, 6,000 words, like one, like one. Wake up early before 6 o'clock every day, write down your goals in the mirror in the bathroom with clean water, and please refuel today. The boiled little skin is wrinkled, like a little old lady......