"Okay, Brother Haifeng, you sit down first, I'll make you a pot of tea, my father's treasured Longjing, I heard my brother say that you like tea very much, how about my tea art?"

Ma Yulian responded sweetly, looked at Haifeng mischievously and said, crooked her neck, her little hands behind her back, very cute.

When she saw her mother's admiring gaze just now, her heart was as happy as a flower.

When she returned home from the army, Ma Yulian pulled her mother to whisper behind closed doors, like other girls who were just starting to fall in love, chattering and praising Haifeng, with shy red clouds on her face.

What else is Jiang Ling not clear? The girl is tempted, her daughter is one in a hundred, and ordinary men are not qualified to marry her.

At that time, she said, do you want to see what Haifeng looks like? Give your daughter a check, if it's good, you can get along again, and if it's not good, you will break off this idea.

Now that I see my mother say this, of course it is Brother Haifeng in the picture, if she blows the wind by the pillow, she will get twice the result with half the effort, and my father will not object.

My heart felt like eating honey, sweet and silky, happy like a dexterous little swallow, jumping to the kitchen.

"Mom and Dad, why do I think you just saw Haifeng and didn't see me?"

Ma Yushan was a little unthinking, and when he entered the house, the three members of the family regarded him as a transparent person.

In the past, when he came back, his father pulled him to play chess, his mother cooked his favorite dishes, and his sister gathered around him to ask questions.

Today, these treatments are all gone, and they all revolve around Haifeng.

"Oh broke, I need to go see my fish."

Jiang Ling glanced at her son with disgust, what did she just want to say? Suddenly remembering the braised fish stewed in the pot, he hurriedly turned around and went back to the kitchen.

"Come on, Haifeng, you can play chess! Come to the study with Uncle Ma. ”

Ma Shanhe ignored his son, patted Wang Haifeng's shoulder with his big hand, and pulled the person to the study, leaving Ma Yushan alone in the living room.

Glancing at the kitchen and then at the study, he finally smiled at himself, remembered today's task, and followed him to the study.

Wang Haifeng followed Ma Shanhe into the study, and as soon as he entered the door, he smelled the aroma of books and ink, and the three antique bookshelves were full of all kinds of books.

His obsidian-like eyes lit up at this moment, and Ma Shanhe looked back and saw that he was looking at those books with fascination, and he liked this young man even more.

"Like to read?"

He asked with a smile, and following Haifeng's gaze, he walked to the bookshelf, took Sun Tzu's Art of War and handed it to Haifeng.

This is still what he treasured, and when he was in turmoil, he hid it in the cellar, and now he doesn't control it strictly, so he dares to take it out.

"I like it, Uncle Ma, you have so many books."

Wang Haifeng couldn't put it down, he couldn't put it down, he knew how precious this book was to soldiers.

"Yes! I like to read books when I have nothing to do, I don't need to build tall buildings to live in peace, and there is a golden house in the book, I don't know if you've heard of it? ”

Ma Shanhe nodded, and looked at the books on the shelves with care, and there was a bookshelf full of the chairman's books, which was precious spiritual food.

"I've heard that this is from Zhao Heng's "Encouragement of Learning"

Wang Haifeng's eyes are slowly shining, speaking of these family treasures, he has a calm and condensed personality, he doesn't like to be lively, and he loves to read since he was a child.

"Okay! Young man, who is more talented than your father, is an all-round talent in civil and military affairs, and has a bright future in the future, and will definitely become the youngest division commander in our army. ”

Ma Shanhe's eyes lit up, looking at Wang Haifeng with appreciation, he did not hesitate to praise him, and remembered what his son called and said to him, his eyes were a little solemn.