On the return car, Feng Huaying had been gossiping about Jiang Feng and Luo Xiujun, not only avoiding the parties, but also secretly observing the reactions of the parties, and quickly guessed what they were talking about with Jiang Feng's mind.

Ji Weihe could probably guess that Hua Ying and the others were talking about Jiang Feng, so blatant, he was ashamed of Feng Huaying, but he also had to carry it for her: "She's been like this recently, don't you mind." ”

"It's fine." Jiang Feng didn't care, and talked to Ji Weihe from time to time on the side: "The materials are okay, do you need to get some more?" ”

"We won't be polite to you when we need to."

When they arrived at the boundary of Yizhou, Fu Xintao came to pick up a few of them, and Feng Huaying specially asked Luo Xiujun to sit in the middle, next to Jiang Feng, and then closed his eyes on the side to recuperate, creating an opportunity for them to get close.

If there were enough seats, she would just let the two of them sit in a row.

However, her idea was not realized at all, and Jiang Feng still had a businesslike attitude, without the slightest intimacy.

"Be quiet." Jiang Feng motioned to Luo Xiujun not to speak, so as not to disturb Feng Huaying's rest.

Feng Huaying, who closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep: "......" made a mistake.

After sending Feng Huaying to the three of them, Jiang Feng left, Feng Huaying looked at the back of the car and sighed: "He rejects everyone thousands of miles away, when can we have a home, although we are close, when he is a relative, but the time we can spend with him is always too little." ”

"Feelings are not something we can control, and fate will be natural when it comes." Ji Weihe helped Feng Huaying into the door.

"I'm going to my master's house in a while, don't forget to wake me up." Feng Huaying slept peacefully on the bed that Ji Weihe had packed.

"Don't worry."

"Daddy, hot." Ji Zeying looked at her mother who was sleeping in seconds, and also wanted to sleep, but there were too many clothes on her body, it was too hot and uncomfortable.

"Hot?" Ji Weihe touched the child's back, she was sweating, took off her thick clothes, and the little guy crawled to her mother and lay down, holding her mother's arm and sleeping with her eyes closed.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, Ji Weihe called Feng Huaying up, and she only felt that her eyelids were heavy: "Don't make noise, I still have to sleep." ”

"Get up, Master Liao is still waiting for you to come over." Ji Weihe was helpless, but he still had to call her up, and he couldn't reach into the quilt with his cool hands.

"Ah, it's so cold, what are you doing?" Feng Huaying suddenly sobered up and stared at Ji Weihe faintly.

"Get dressed and go to Master Liao's house."

"Tell me to get up, tell me to get up, what do I do with ice in your hands, you are too unkind, you know how to bully me." Feng Huaying muttered while getting dressed: "I'm the village chief's daughter, next time you dare to do this to me, you'll be finished." ”

"Don't dare, don't dare." Ji Weihe helped put on his coat.

"Wearing this?" Feng Huaying looked at Ji Weihe's much thinner clothes for his daughter.

"It's too hot in that padded jacket."

"That's right, it's really much warmer here in Yizhou." Feng Hua was full of regret in English, wearing the big red jacket prepared by her mother-in-law for her daughter, the little guy was like a round ball, which was very cute.

It's a pity that I can't see it now.

Ji Zeying was still a little dazed when she woke up, and when she saw her mother, she reached out to hug: "Hug." ”

"No, mom can't hold you now." Ji Weihe stopped, the little guy looked disappointed, but he didn't cry, but his mouth could hang the oil bottle, and he was not convinced.

"Is it okay for mom to take your hand to your master's house?" Feng Huaying couldn't bear to be disappointed by her daughter, and reached out to hold her little hand, and the little guy suddenly smiled, and his teeth were exposed.

Feng Huaying and Ji Weihe looked at each other and smiled, full of warmth.

After going to Liao's house to worship his old age, Feng Huaying and Master exchanged knowledge about carpentry and talked freely for two hours, and everything around them could not disturb them.

It wasn't until Zhang's mother asked them to eat that the two came back to their senses.

Liao Mingyuan: "Your current level is good, you can start to dabble in construction, you have to polish it well in the near future, don't slack off, and after the child is born for more time, you will learn more about the application of carpentry in construction." ”

Feng Huaying looked forward to: "Okay, Master." ”

Suddenly, I really wanted to unload the goods right away, and then I could start learning.

I don't know when she will be able to make an all-wooden house without a single nail by herself, just like Master's home.

"Let's eat first." Zhang's mother was speechless, both the master and apprentice were workaholics, and they forgot everything when they encountered carpentry.

The dinner was prepared by Zhang's mother very richly, and everyone ate very happily, each talking about interesting things about the New Year.

"You don't know, the two days when Nan Nan just returned to his hometown, the little boy of the Fang family always asked me where Nan Nan went, and I haven't forgotten it until now, two days ago, his grandmother saw me and said that he kept the good things he received during the New Year and waited for Nan Nan to come back and distribute them to her."

"Fang family? That kid named Wen Hui? Feng Huaying smiled very happily: "I like Zeying at such a young age, and it's too popular, why didn't I have such a childhood sweetheart playmate when I was a child." ”

Her playmates when she was a child were all younger brothers, and the situation of her daughter can be said to be very enviable.

Ji Weihe heard this dry cough, it was good to have it, it was useless to think about it.

Feng Huaying glanced at him, is it necessary to care about this kind of thing?

After eating, Feng Huaying cared about Cao Qingyong's studies: "Have you figured out what university you want to go to?" ”

Unknowingly, he is also going to take the college entrance examination, which is the same year as Feng Huarong and Ji Weidang.

"I want to be admitted to the Yangcheng Academy of Fine Arts to major in design." Cao Qingyong's purpose is clear.

In the past few years, he was very interested in foreign design styles, and his master had been unhappy at that time, but after several years of growth, he still did not change his mind, but he would not dislike the things handed down by his ancestors.

Maybe the Guild was angry at the beginning, but it was also because of his attitude.

"Yangcheng Academy of Fine Arts, not bad, take the exam well." Feng Huaying nodded: "By the way, the carpentry skills have not been left behind, right?" ”

"No, this is my ability to eat in the future, Uncle Xiao, don't worry."

"Okay, you just have a score in your own heart."

After returning home, Feng Huaying asked Ji Weihe: "What university does the Wei Party plan to go to, is it Chuanmei or CAFA?" ”

"My memory has deteriorated again, and it's all your fault."

"Well, my bad." Ji Weihe was blamed by this: "Wei Dang, he wants to take the CAFA exam, but my mother means that he will be admitted to the Yangcheng Academy of Fine Arts, and it will be close to us when the time comes, let's see the results of the last few months." ”

If you do well in the exam, you will go to CAFA, and you will almost go to Yangcheng.

"I don't know if Zeying has this artistic talent." Feng Huaying looked at the girl who was playing with blocks: "Tomorrow I will start teaching her to draw, and she has been nurtured since she was a child, and the starting point can be a little earlier." ”

However, when Ji Weihe went to work, Feng Huaying looked at the paint everywhere that was made by her daughter, and she was a little broken.

"Girl, let's discuss, just paint on the paper, don't get it everywhere, okay?"

The table, on the floor, on her hands, on her face, even on her clothes and hair, I don't know how she got it.

Looking at the paper again, bright red, dark purple, dark green, dark brown, several things mixed together, as well as thin flowing light pigments, Feng Huaying felt that maybe she had enlightened too early.

Ozawa nodded cutely: "Okay." ”

Then he threw down the paintbrush: "Mom, I'm looking for a good guy to play." ”

It seems that she can't stay, and she spends most of the day outside, so she can stay honestly when she plays with blocks.

"Let's clean up your flowery cat first." Feng Huaying washed her face and hair.

Turning his head to look at the messy study again, Feng Huaying panicked: "Why can't I think about it so much." ”

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