Chu Mingguo frowned: "It's already good." ”

After speaking, he said again in an accentuated tone, "You did a good job." ”

When she was born, he wasn't around, when she was babbling, he wasn't around, and even when she started remembering when she was three years old, Si Lan wasn't around......

She was very good, and her mother taught her very well.

He didn't have any extravagance.

"......" Chu Xi looked away, feeling his gaze fall lightly on her, she had to stiffen her head and answer, "Hmm." ”

Chu Mingliang looked at the awkwardness of the two, coughed lightly, and attracted the attention of the two, "Just prepare things like this first, and tell me what you lack." The principal of the high school here said that on the 16th day of the first lunar month, I was asked to teach mathematics in the first year of high school, and he would come over once in the next two days, send me textbooks, and ask me what materials I needed to add. If you are short of any information, you can ask him to drop by. ”

Chu Xi thought of the cardboard box full of materials sent by Xiao Zongchen, and said, "I don't need to carry anything." ”

"......" Chu Mingguo's string of words was held in his stomach, and he pondered for a while before he said to Chu Xi, "You review ......"

"I have all the materials for review." Chu Xi's eyes widened slightly, "A box, everything." ”

Her little face is lush, Ruifeng's eyes are extremely brilliant, and her clear pupils are a little innocent and pretentious under such an expression.

Of course, Chu Xi didn't think so, she was talking about it very seriously, just talking about it, and then shut up.

The expressions of the two elders were wrong, as if they were looking at a little puppy who was humming and chirping......

Her expression suddenly changed.

Chu Mingguo was already sensitive to her emotions, and seeing that she was silent and had a serious expression, he quickly restrained the expression on his face, "Since there is, then let's do it first." ”

Chu Mingliang looked at his younger brother, and then at his younger brother's daughter, and sighed helplessly, why did he skip it in a few words when he learned such a serious matter?

He didn't even see any information about her, but his brother trusted him completely.

"Did you bring that information, or did you buy it here?" He asked.

Chu Xi: "Xiao Zongchen sent it over in the thirtieth year of the Chinese New Year's Eve." ”

……

After a period of silence, Chu Mingguo opened his mouth first, "When I go back to the base to see him, I'll return the money to him." ”

Without waiting for Chu Xi to speak, Chu Mingliang also asked, "Didn't give money?" ”

"No, I don't." Chu Xi frowned, "He won't ask for it." ”

Won't you give it if you want it? Chu Mingliang is a little weak, and the child still doesn't understand the world very well.

"Then I-"

Chu Mingguo thought about Xiao Zongchen's habits, and thought about what to give him to repay this favor, so he heard Chu Xi say, "I prepared a gift, but I didn't have time to send it out." “

Have you prepared a gift? What gifts did you prepare?

Chu Mingliang is a father and an excellent teacher in the school, and he has naturally experienced a lot of things, one of which is the little hazy of boys and girls.

After listening to Chu Xi's words at this time, he almost moved out of the teacher's posture and had a long talk with her about the future.

It's just the last moment, or hold back, maybe it's just a New Year's gift?

"It's hard for me to get into your base." Chu Xi stood at the door, looked at Chu Mingguo, and said, "If you have time, you can send it for me." ”

Zhao Dahu ran too fast, and she didn't even have time to say that he would help send something to Xiao Zongchen.

"Okay." Chu Mingguo nodded solemnly, "I'll send it." ”

Xiao Zongchen is good-looking and capable, he can't deny his personality charm, the little girl has little knowledge, is easy to be abducted, and it is always good to meet less.

"What is it?" Chu Mingguo didn't ask, Chu Mingliang asked, afraid that his tone would be blunt, so he added, "If it's too expensive, he may not accept it." ”

Is it expensive? It's just a few hundred yuan, didn't Xue Fangshan also accept the fountain pen she gave before? After that, I didn't say that I would return it.

Chu Xi: "It's just a fountain pen." ”

It's just a fountain pen, huh? Chu Mingliang breathed a sigh of relief, now the average hero pen is only a few yuan, which is okay.

Chu Mingguo: "Fountain pen?" I don't need yours. Before the evaluation of the advanced, the leader gave me a pen of some historical significance, and it was appropriate to give it to him. ”

He sent it, and his daughter sent it, and the meaning is different.

"Since it's historically significant, why don't you keep it for yourself?" Chu Xi was a little puzzled, such a thing can be passed on to future generations.

Chu Mingguo smiled and teased her: "Then give me what you prepared for Xiao Zongchen?" ”

"Yes." Chu Xi saw that his expression did not seem to be nostalgic, and nodded, "As long as you are willing to give up that historic fountain pen." ”

She didn't quite understand the ideological pursuits of the people of this era, but she understood that in the hearts of true patriotic literati, the fountain pen of historical significance was far more popular than her pen, which now seems more expensive.

The matter of returning the gift is settled.

Near noon, Chu Mingguo asked Chu Xi for the box of materials, looked through them carefully at the desk, and wrote down something from time to time.

Chu Mingliang didn't let Chu Mingguo into the kitchen, and he wasn't very good at cooking, so he gave Chu Xi a shot.

At about two o'clock in the afternoon, it was lunch time here, Chu Xi simply made three dishes and one soup, and called Chu Mingguo to eat.

The snow in the yard had not cleared yet, Chu Mingliang carefully helped Chu Mingguo to the living room, the three of them had a simple meal, chatted casually for a while, and then went their own way.

On the seventh day of junior high school, the principal of the high school here visited, brought Chu Mingliang a complete set of high school textbooks and related materials, as well as lesson plans, and left again.

After the principal left, Chu Mingliang and Chu Mingguo began to study high school textbooks, and the two discussed a few times from time to time, and finally wrote and scratched on the 16-open paper, very seriously.

Chu Xi looked at it, and it was almost certain that he was writing a review outline and plan for himself.

Standing in the courtyard for a while, she was about to retract her gaze when she met Chu Mingguo's gaze.

Chu Xi was stunned, and saw Chu Mingguo beckoning.

She stood up and only took a few steps towards him, and Chu Mingguo also walked out.

"Would you like to build a snowman?"

He asked.

Chu Xi almost stumbled under his feet, what did he say?

"It's okay to have a snowball fight." Chu Mingguo smiled amiably, with kind eyebrows and kind eyes, like a good father who spoiled his children.

Chu Xi: "No...... No need. "It's a child's play, how old is she?

Is Chu Mingguo treating her as a six-year-old child? These things are strange!

"I'm not very good at building snowmen." Chu Mingguo rolled up his sleeves, "I'll pile up a pocket version for you." ”

Chu Xi's eyes were quick, and he grabbed his arm to prevent him from grabbing snow with his bare hands, "I really don't need to." ”

She looked at him very seriously, "You just got discharged from the hospital, and it's not good if you have a cold." ”

"Dad, the people need you."

Chu Xi's last sentence, righteous and righteous words, sonorous and powerful, pressed Chu Mingguo's heart of love for his daughter motionlessly.