"Dingdong~Dingdong~"

The doorbell rang, and after a while, the sound of hurried footsteps came from far and near, and across the iron door, Xiang Nannan shouted sweetly: "Aunt Liu is early."

"Miss Xiang, morning." Aunt Liu opened the door and greeted warmly, "Miss Xiang, is this here to borrow books again?"

"Well, I've finished reading the book I borrowed last time, and I want to exchange two copies this time. Also, Aunt Liu, don't call me Miss Miss, just call me South."

"Next time, next time, next time."

"Again, it's perfunctory to me."

Listening to this familiar dialogue, Xiang Nannan shook his head, knowing that it was impossible to get Aunt Liu to change her words.

Aunt Liu is a newly hired domestic helper by the Qiao family, an honest and honest middle-aged rural woman, who originally followed her son into the city to enjoy happiness.

The busy rural women couldn't stay idle, and seeing that her son got married and had children, all kinds of expenses became bigger and bigger, so Aunt Liu germinated the idea of looking for a job.

It just so happened that the Qiao family hired her because several of the main housekeepers were gone, and the huge house was troublesome to clean up.

Xiang Nanfang didn't come to Qiao's house once or twice on the grounds of borrowing books, and after a long time, he also got a lot closer to Aunt Liu.

Xiang Nanfang probed over Aunt Liu's body, glanced inside, and asked, "Aunt Liu, are you a guest today?"

There was a Cadillac with a foreign license plate parked in front of Joe's house, which was very eye-catching.

"Yes, the person came after breakfast, and as soon as he came, he and his husband went into the study, and they haven't come out until now." Aunt Liu replied, stepped aside, and made a gesture of please: "Miss Xiang, go to the living room and sit for a while, and I'll make you some tea." It's almost time for lunch."

Xiang Nannan nodded, she understood the meaning of Aunt Liu's last sentence.

If there is no accident, the Qiao family's three meals are all on time, which makes Xiang Nannan, who grew up under militarized management, quite intimate.

After sitting in the living room for less than ten minutes, when the clock hand on the wall reached the twelve o'clock position, Xiang Nannan heard the sound of the door on the second floor opening, followed by the sound of chaotic footsteps.

Looking at the figure that appeared at the corner of the stairs, Xiang Nannan brushed his hair, stood up and smiled sweetly: "Brother Yicheng!"

"The South is coming?" He Tian saw that Xiang Nanfang was also full of smiles, and this sister next door gave people a sense of true and pure freshness when she smiled, which made people feel that the dark clouds in their hearts had been lifted at a glance.

His gaze moved down, and he landed on the two books on the coffee table: "If you want to read any books, go to my study and find them, and I'll send them to a friend."

"Uh-huh, Brother Yicheng, you are busy with you first, and I'll take care of myself." Xiang Nannan hurriedly replied.

"Yes."

He Tian responded, turned around and whispered a few words to the person next to him.

Xiang Nannan couldn't hear what they were talking about, but from her point of view, she could see the expressions and movements of the person next to He Tian.

The guest of Qiao's family was a middle-aged man in a slim suit, with a mediocre appearance, except that the left eyebrow seemed to have been cut by a knife, which was broken off and divided into two.

However, compared with his appearance, what attracted Xiang Nannan's attention more was the expression and posture of the man with broken eyebrows.

She has not seen the same posture and expression since she was a child, and her father's subordinates came to visit the house like this, but the man with broken eyebrows behaved a little more exaggerated.

He Tian and the man with broken eyebrows chatted and walked, and soon left the house, Xiang Nannan also collected his curiosity, picked up the book on the coffee table, and went up to the second floor.

The first room on the left corner upstairs is the study, and when you open the door, you will see more than 20 rows of neatly arranged bookshelves, the shelves are full of books, and the whole room is filled with a smell of ink.

It's more like a small reading room than a study.

It's just that unlike the library outside, most of the books, periodicals and magazines in this room are sent from overseas, and they are of great value.

Xiang Nannan's tender white fingertips swiped over a few tomes, Qiao Sanli told her that this bookshelf was full of university textbooks from the beautiful country.

A single copy is worth tens or even hundreds of dollars.

With just this one bookshelf, I don't know how many reading rooms can be built.

Qiao Sanli jokingly said that if her father knew the value of these books, he would probably have secretly taken them and sold them.

For Xiang Nannan, this is a treasure, and the books here are her eyes, allowing her to see the wider world.

There was a long mahogany table on the left hand side of the entrance, and Xiang Nannan noticed that there were several drawings spread out on the table, with criss-crossing lines on them, interspersed with some numbers, and there were bottles of open ink next to the drawings, as well as some drawing tools.

Curiously leaning over to the table and leaning over to take a closer look, judging by the outline drawn by the lines, it seems to be a skyscraper?

Following this line of thought, Xiang Nannan looked at other drawings and became more and more sure of his ideas.

Although he didn't understand engineering design, through those black lines, Xiang Nanfang intuitively felt a kind of grand beauty of architecture.

After admiring it for a while, Xiang Nanfang finally came back to his senses and remembered what he was doing here.

Putting the book in his hand back in his memory, Xiang Nannan stopped in front of another bookshelf for a long time before going downstairs with two carefully selected economic journals.

Although He Tian did not limit the number of books she borrowed, Xiang Nannan only took two books each time, one was afraid that she would not be able to chew too much.

Second, Xiang Nanfang looked at He Tian who walked in from outside the door after sending people off, Xia Fei's cheeks, if he took too much, wouldn't there be fewer opportunities to meet?

"Done picking? What kind of book did you pick this time?" Seeing Xiang Nanfang coming down, He Tian asked casually.

"It's all journals about the European economy, and I've been interested in this aspect lately." Xiang Nannan raised the book in his hand so that He Tian could see the cover of the book.

"Well, it's good to be interested. If you have any doubts, you can come and discuss with me, and I know a little bit about the economic aspects." He Tian smiled modestly.

"Uh-huh!"

Thinking of the drawings he saw in the study just now, Xiang Nannan hesitated, but still couldn't hold back the curiosity in his heart, and asked, "Brother Yicheng, I just saw some architectural drawings in the study, did you draw them?"

"Oh, you see? What do you think of the drawing?" He Tian glanced into the kitchen, Aunt Liu was still serving food outside, so she continued to chat with Xiang Nannan.

"Although I am just a layman and don't know anything about construction engineering, I think these drawings are very well drawn, and I can't help but look forward to them. I look forward to what the buildings on the drawings would look like if they appeared in reality."

Hearing this, He Tian glanced at Xiang Nanfang with some surprise.

Then smiled mysteriously, "I'm looking forward to seeing it."

Xiang Nannan felt that He Tian had something to say in this sentence, but she also noticed Aunt Liu who was approaching, so she didn't want to ask again.

If she asked again, she would have to leave her at home for dinner, she thought, but the family was still waiting for her next door.

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