Does Father Zhao have a way? He didn't.

In the future, the Chen family will beat and scold, as long as it is reasonable, he will not be able to stop it. Any major matters about her have to be discussed with the Chen family, and a good girl wants to be shared by others, and he doesn't feel good in his heart.

This is the daughter he has raised for more than ten years, and the taste is worse than cutting meat.

Father Zhao held back these useless emotions and comforted his daughter, "Okay, okay, your time is running out, go and prepare." ”

Zhao Lian was crazy and hurriedly called her military advisor: "Ding Dong, where are you." ”

Ding Dong is from the city and has participated in the Peach Blossom Party, and she knows the rules of the meeting. "It's easy for the little ladies to bring things that don't go wrong, but it's too difficult to stand out, and the test is skill, ingenuity, not expensive. There are unwritten competitions at the meeting, and the list is extremely competitive, and there are dark horses every year. There are a lot of things that can be brought to the past, not only embroidery, food, but also many new things, even a song or a poem. ”

Zhao Lian's eyes widened suddenly, she didn't even think about embroidery food, but she could recite poems. She was eighteen years old, and she entered school for fifteen years in kindergarten, and science students can also memorize poems.

This decision only appeared for a moment before she forked it, which did not match her identity, and she couldn't even recognize the words. What if they ask for an improvisation and write it down? Poetry brush traditional Chinese characters, no, this difficulty is off the charts, Zhao Lian shook her head.

Painting, the most basic sketching, her level is limited to the amateur level of students, and she has seen foreigners here, I don't know if it has been spread, no.

The modern dance learned at the theatrical evening is not good, and the ancients can't bear it.

Singing, no, it's all love songs.

Zhao Lian's head is going to be bald, this can't work, that doesn't work, what else?

If there is no Chen family, she can do anything, but the Chen family is afraid that she will be embarrassed. It's really a double standard, and the four girls in her family are not ashamed to be so arrogant and domineering, so it's embarrassing for her to do anything.

Zhao Lian jingdang and the two sat opposite each other with frowns, thinking about it for a long time, but they didn't have any good ideas.

Forget it, find outside help.

Zhao Lian had a lot of difficulties to get Zhao's father's permission to go out. As soon as he went out, Jinbao's eyes were blank, which was more serious than before.

Zhao Lian looked at it curiously, "Jinbao, why have you been drooping your eyes for two days in a row, what's wrong?" ”

Jinbao propped up his eyelids slightly, and the ancient well did not wave, and he easily blended over.

She hadn't seen Sister Xing'er for many days, and as soon as she entered the door, she saw that she didn't have the spirit of the past, and Sister Xing'er was listless in receiving guests in the past.

Seeing them coming, Li Xing'er smiled and asked her to wait for a while. After sending off the guests, she enthusiastically called a few people to sit down, and she was busy pouring tea for them, and Zhao Lian couldn't pull it. There was no surprise, no fighting, the distance between them was like a mountain.

Zhao Lian panicked in her heart, and the guilt in her heart erupted. Sister Xing'er was so protective of her that day, she didn't come to see her in the future, and she didn't ask about her affairs, I don't know if her matter was solved, and whether she was retaliated against after that day. She was fighting in someone's store, and the broken things have not yet been compensated. Thinking of this, Zhao Lian didn't feel good in her heart, she was not a good friend, and Sister Xing'er was angry with her.

Li Xing'er came back with a teapot and said while pouring tea: "This tea was bought last year, and it has been a little long, I hope you don't mind." ”

Although Li Xing'er smiled, she couldn't smile at the bottom of her eyes, and her tone was cautious and detached.

The history of the struggle of my husband