After solving the problem, Yan Tao bought a ticket and flew back to Qingyang City.

The handsome young man wears black-framed sunglasses, walks like the wind, has a straight back like a pine bamboo, and his handsome and evil temperament is a sight to behold throughout the airport.

At the moment of walking out of the airport, a chubby little old man jumped out next to him, "SURPRISE! Yan! ”

Yan Tao ......

She glanced sideways, and a familiar face came into view.

Smith.

The corners of the young man's mouth twitched slightly, and his left hand was placed on Smith's shoulder in a dashing manner, her handsome face was as cool as jade, and she glanced at him idly, "Smith, we are good at playing this trick for the first time, can we change it for the second time?" ”

Smith shook his head: "NONONO!" Yan! You have an idiom in China, and you can't try it well! That's the trick I'm going to try now! ”

Yan Tao ......

Very good.

Su Bai's hand pushed away the little old man, and the young man hooked his hand at the taxi driver, and the car rushed to her, "Classmate, where are you going?" ”

"Qingzhong."

"Great!"

Smith watched the boy leave in style, with two dark circles under his eyes, wanting to cry without tears.

Today on weekdays, there are not many people on the streets.

Yan Tao's slender legs stepped out of the car door, with one hand in his pocket, only the exposed chin had a perfect arc, and the curvature of his thin lips seemed to be hooked by a smile, with a bewitching taste.

"Hello, eh!"

George, who was struggling to find his way, saw someone coming out, and his eyes were shining and he ran over to ask for directions, "I want to ask, how to go on this road?" ”

The young man had a side face, and his slightly raised eyebrows fell on George's face through his sunglasses, well, it seemed to be a little familiar.

Xiao Qi: Master, isn't this the painter who chased you for three streets?

Yan Tao: Hmm, painter.

George's eyes touched the young man's picturesque face, he was obviously stunned, and asked tentatively, "Are you Yan, Yan Tao?" ”

He looked down at the address and name on the paper again.

"Hmm......" Yan Tao said with a smile, "I'm not." ”

George scratched his head, staring at Yan Tao without blinking, "Are there so many good-looking people in Huaguo?" ”

Yan Tao: "No, I'm the only one in Huaguo who is so good-looking." ”

George......

Little Seven ......

After teasing George, Yan Tao led people into the courtyard, and Granny Jiang was making clothes on the stone table with needle and thread, and raised her head when she heard the sound, showing a kind smile, "Where did this kidnap from?" Here, show grandma. ”

Yan Tao ......

What is it called again.

Lao Tzu turned a thank you, and he hasn't turned it yet.

George Hula jumped down to Granny Jiang, his eyes glancing at the clothes she had already made with excitement and excitement, "Is this the embroidery of Huaguo?" I've never seen anyone actually do it? Grandma, how can you actually do it? ”

There was a light in his eyes, and he obviously liked it.

Granny Jiang came to the end, put on a pair of reading glasses, and said, "Do you like it?" ”

"I love it so much!"

"Like I can teach you."

"Really?"

George couldn't believe he had such good luck.

The ancient embroidery of Huaguo, a work of art full of ancient charm.

It excites him just thinking about it!

Yan Tao glanced at the two casually.

Well.

Granny Jiang has forgotten that she has a grandson.

Very good.

Yan. Poor little . Tao silently walked into the kitchen, chopping vegetables with a kitchen knife and cooking.

After a while, the whole yard was filled with the rich and attractive smell of rice, and Granny Jiang, who was addicted to embroidery and couldn't extricate herself, lit up her eyes, and automatically walked to the kitchen, "Tao Tao, what delicious food did you make?" ”