Cheng Yue took Mi Jia to the antique market, Cheng Yue said that he was a rough man, and he only knew how to assemble machine guns for targets, and he didn't understand these.

In fact, Mi Jia doesn't understand, and he doesn't have the habit of playing with these collections, but because he likes to paint, he still has a certain appreciation for calligraphy and painting.

Mi Jia took a fancy to a pair of ink lotus, but a few simple strokes outlined the posture and charm of the lotus.

Turning his head to look at Cheng Yue, he asked, "Is this one okay?" ”

Cheng Yue glanced at it, barely thought about it, and said directly: "Listen to you." ”

Hearing this, Mi Jia nodded with a smile, turned her head and told the boss to let the boss wrap it up.

On the way to the old chief's house in Chengyue, Mi Jia hugged the painting and asked with some concern, "This is not the work of a famous artist, wouldn't it be inappropriate to send it back as a gift?" ”

Cheng Yue grabbed the steering wheel, turned his head to look at her, and said, "No, he won't mind, chief." ”

Hearing him say this, Mi Jia was relieved, nodded and sat quietly on the side.

The car drove all the way to the military compound, and finally stopped in front of a courtyard, and the sentry stood straight at the door, saw their car get out of the car, and raised his hand to salute them.

Mi Jia glanced at the vermilion gate, suddenly a little timid, looked at Cheng Yue beside him and asked, "That, is the chief very strict?" ”

Cheng Yue shook his head and said, "No." ”

Mi Jia looked at him, a little unconvinced by his words, looking at his expression looking at the guards standing here, she wondered if all the soldiers had only one expression left, that is, Yan Sù.

As if to see her uneasiness, Cheng Yue asked, "What's wrong, scared?" ”

Mi Jia smiled awkwardly and said in a slightly roundabout word: "Nervous." ”

Cheng Yue smiled, the rare curvature of the corners of his mouth made his resolute face soft and soft, and he reached out to hold her hand and said, "Let's go in." ”

Mi Jia could only nod, although she was a little nervous, but it seemed that her head was better to be held by him like this.

Cheng Yue took Mi Jia's hand and went in, only to see a man in a military shirt in the living room, the man looked fifty or sixty years old, sitting on the sofa at the moment frowning at the chessboard on the low table and thinking about something.

Cheng Yue opened his mouth and shouted, "Chief." ”

The man looked up, saw Cheng Yue standing up with a smile on his face, and stepped forward directly, "Haha, Cheng Yue, you came just in time, come on, help me see how this bureau is broken." As he spoke, he pulled Cheng Yue and was about to go to the sofa.

Cheng Yue stood still, took his hand, looked at Mi Jia and said, "Chief, my wife, Mi Jia." ”

The head of Cheng Yue noticed Mi Jia standing next to Cheng Yue, stared at Mi Jia for a while, turned his head to look at Cheng Yue again with a smile, and said, "Is it really your daughter-in-law?" ”

"I'm not kidding about that." Cheng Yue said seriously, even in the face of his mentor, he was so cold and didn't have too many expressions.

The old chief seemed to have long been accustomed to his expression of freezing to death, so he ignored him, turned his head to Mi Jia and asked directly, "Girl, what's your name?" ”

Mi Jia was a little nervous, but she tried to relax herself as much as possible, and said, "Mi Jia." ”

"Are you really this kid's daughter-in-law?" The old chief pointed to Cheng Yue beside him and asked.

"Hmm." Mi Jia nodded, tugging at the corners of her mouth and smiling faintly.

"Haha." The old chief laughed, stretched out his hand and patted Cheng Yue with some approval, and said, "You kid is efficient." As he spoke, he shouted into the house, "Comrade Wenqing, come out quickly, this kid Cheng Yue has brought his daughter-in-law over." ”

After shouting, he turned his head to greet Mi Jia and said, "Girl, come on, sit down." As he spoke, he instructed Cheng Yue to say again, "Ah Yue, go and pour a glass of water for the girl, why are you still stunned, your own wife, you don't feel sorry for yourself, who feels sorry for you." ”

Cheng Yue touched his nose, didn't speak, and turned to the kitchen.

Mi Jia is a little restrained, but looking at him, he really doesn't look as strict as Cheng Yue, and the smile on his face is not too strict.

The old chief saw the painting tube she was holding in her hand, and asked curiously, "Girl, what are you holding in your hand?" ”

Mi Jia came back to her senses at this time, remembered the ink painting she had bought in the calligraphy and painting shop before, hurriedly opened the painting tube in her hand, and said: "Chief, this is the ink painting I bought with Cheng Yue, do you like it or not." As he spoke, he pushed the painting in his hand towards him.

The old chief looked down and suddenly laughed, "Haha, where did you buy this painting?" ”

"Uh, what's the problem?" Mi Jia didn't know the situation and asked a little puzzled.

"Haha." The chief smiled mysteriously, and said, "You'll find out later." ”

Mi Jia was puzzled, but frowned suspiciously.

Seeing her puzzled look, the old chief glanced at the words in his hand, nodded and said, "But this gift is really good, I like it very much, girl, you have a vision." ”

Mijia smiled.

Cheng Yue didn't pour water in the kitchen, but just helped his wife Wen Qing bring out the prepared dishes from it.

Mi Jia turned her head to look, only to see a middle-aged woman nearly 50 years old wearing a cheongsam from the kitchen with a dish, put down the dish in her hand and looked up to meet Mi Jia's eyes, the corners of her mouth slightly hooked a smile, and walked towards them, the look and demeanor were very natural.

Mi Jia stood up, looked at Cheng Yue behind her, and thought that maybe she should call the master in front of her, thinking, Mi Jia called directly, "Master." ”

Hearing this, the woman who was called by Mi Jia as her master smiled, turned her head to look at Cheng Yue and smiled, "Ah Yue, didn't you tell her that I am your aunt?" ”

Cheng Yue also smiled, the corners of his mouth were lightly hooked, he went over to Mi Jia, and introduced them to them, "Mi Jia, this is my aunt, aunt, she is Mi Jia, my daughter-in-law." ”

Cheng Yue's aunt Wen Qing looked at Mi Jia and smiled gently, "I prefer you to follow Ah Yue and call me aunt." ”

Mi Jia was embarrassed, her face turned red unconsciously, and she was a little embarrassed and shouted with Cheng Yue, "Auntie." ”

Cheng Yue's aunt Wen Qing nodded and responded with a smile.

The old chief of Lu Zhan, who was sitting on the sofa, took the painting brought by Mi Jia and handed it to his wife to look at, and said with a smile: "Comrade Wenqing, this girl has a very high ideological consciousness and is very visionary. ”

Wen Qing looked at the painting, couldn't help but smile, looked up and asked Mi Jiadao, "Where did you buy this painting?" ”

"Ugh." Mi Jia turned her head to look at Cheng Yue, not knowing what was wrong with the painting, why it seemed a little strange to look at their expressions.

"I bought the painting at a painting and calligraphy store, what's wrong, is there a problem?" Cheng Yue took the initiative to explain.

Wen Qing and her husband looked at each other and said with a smile, "This painting was sold in the calligraphy and painting shop before, and I want to see if anyone buys it." ”

Hearing this, Mi Jia and Cheng Yue were stunned for a while, and then couldn't help laughing, there is a good saying, no coincidence is not a book!