At night, Yanbu Guijia is very lively.

The three little ones still don't understand anything.

But Yan Bugui and his family took the photo excitedly.

kept saying that the ancestral tomb was smoking, smoking.

It's unbelievable, it's unbelievable.

Our boss has come out on top.

The photo is already in the frame.

The photo frame was made by Yan Jiecheng looking for station decoration personnel, all of whom were some top carpenters from all over the country, and a pack of Xiangshan was done.

There were scraps everywhere on the construction site, and the master found a few scraps left over from the decoration of your living room.

I heard that it is very valuable wood, but Yan Jiecheng doesn't understand it anyway, and what the master says is what it is.

"Boss, what did you say when you shook hands with Mr. Nervous? Excited? How is the sir? How is his old man? ”

Yan Jiecheng told Yan Bugui and his wife everything that happened and what he could say.

The couple was agitated and didn't move. A vigorous sigh: creation, creation.

"Boss, boss, did you talk about me when you shook hands with your husband? Did you say that we all love him? The third mother also asked excitedly.

"What do you know as a woman? The boss is talking to the husband about work. It's a serious matter, how can I say about you? ”

"Okay, you Yan Laoxi. What kind of woman's family? The leaders have said, can women hold up half the sky? Why can't you say it? ”

The three mothers brought up the three masters, and they were also ruthless and full of firepower.

The three masters had nothing to say, so they could only cowardly say: "I don't care about you, an uninformed woman." ”

After a few words of bickering, the couple brought the topic to the question of the ownership of the photo.

The two of them have a good calculation. This kind of glorifying the ancestors is still left to themselves.

After all, if the photo is hung in Yan Jiecheng's house, others will see it, and this glory will go to Yan Jiecheng as a person.

Hung in their west wing.

Others will definitely compliment Mr. Yan with a strict family style and a good way to teach his son.

And what could make him happier than this phrase.

After all, these words satisfied all his vanity as a father and a teacher.

"Boss, Dad knows that you have always been filial and wants to hang the photo on our roof, don't worry, I'll hang it."

Yan Bugui is also a sixth child, and he has already cut first and then played, and is ready to hang.

Seeing this, Yan Jiecheng hurriedly said:

"Hey, it's not Dad, what did you say?

I'm going to hang this picture in my east wing. I've thought about the place, but I didn't say that the photos are in your house. ”

"Not the boss. Are you saying you're going to hang this picture in your east wing?

How can you do that? Take your time, you listen to Dad give you an analysis.

First of all, do you think we are a family?

Am I in charge of the family?

Shouldn't something so important be placed here for me?

Besides, you see that you usually go to the east wing at night to sleep.

Isn't it usually here, but you can always look at the photos. ”

Yan Bugui and Yan Jiecheng, father and son, had a dispute over where the photo was hung.

The three mothers also followed: "Xie Cheng, when you were a child, your father was almost arrested by RB people for you."

You let your dad go. Is it okay to put the photo on our roof? ”

This seems to be a word of persuasion, but it is full of routines. A trick of darkness Chen Cang makes it skillful.

"Mom, can you count me with my dad? This is a picture of me and my husband. You have to put it in my house.

"Forget it, old woman. Just when we didn't raise this conscienceless. Boss, now the wings are stiff and disobedient. I don't have a conscience anymore. ”

After all, Yan Bugui has read books, and after listening to the words of the three mothers, it is a bitter plan.

"Dad, you and my mother can't even say that the sky is broken. This picture must be in my house. ”

"You have no conscience, is it easy for me to talk to your father?"

The three of them didn't want to give up, and they couldn't convince each other.

Yan Jiefang, who was doing his homework on the side, raised his head and said, "Big brother, wouldn't it be nice if you wash another one." ”

The three of them were suddenly a little stunned,

Yan Jiecheng was a little embarrassed, and he actually forgot about this stubble.

It was easy to slap Yan Jiefang on the back of the head, and said angrily:

"What do you know about a little brat, you don't need money to wash photos? Hurry up and write your homework, and don't mix in the adult's business. ”

After speaking, several people glanced at each other, and seeing the demeanor of Yan Bugui and his family, Yan Jiecheng shouted: "Dad, you and my mother mean to leave this in your house and let me wash it by myself?"

Impossible, absolutely impossible. ”

Yan Bugui nodded and said, "That's right, that's what we mean." ”

Yan Jiecheng was also speechless, what is this called.

Forget it, what else can I do?

Then, he said, "Okay, whoever made you my dad." ”

"Well, that's what I heard." Yan Bugui nodded.

"Soon the one you don't like to hear will come, this photo wash cost four dollars and five, you have to give it to me."

Yan Bugui didn't refute it after hearing this, and made eye contact with the three mothers.

said: "Boss, you have to listen to me give you an analysis."

You see there are two people in this picture, you and sir.

As for yourself, you can't make us pay for it, can you? You see if it's good or not, you pay your own money. Your mother and I will give Mr.'s share.

In this case, we will pay two cents and two cents and two cents and five cents.

You see, isn't that reasonable! ”

Yan Jiecheng didn't really care about them. It's just that this is a living tradition of the Yan family.

He nodded, and stopped bothering with them.

It's a lot more careful.

He was afraid, the two of them were red-eyed and rushed into the red wall to find the money that Mr. wanted to launder the photo.

Yan Xie Cheng saw Yan Jiefang, who was eavesdropping on the side, so he slapped him again.

"Don't write your homework yet. It's all about you. Originally, I was thinking that I would take you to fly kites and eat popsicles one day off, but now forget it. ”

Yan Jiefang was anxious, and hurriedly said, "Big brother, you can't be like this. ”

"So what? Anyway, the money I was going to go out to play was going to be used to wash the photos. Why go out and have no money?

Doing homework at home, is he bad? You think about playing all day long.

I said, why can't your grades go up all the time? It seems that the mind is not focused on studying. ”

Yan Jiecheng turned his head to Yan Bugui and said, "Dad, I think the results of liberation are still too poor, and education needs to be strengthened." I look at the second uncle's method very well. Sometimes this kid, if you don't be cruel to him, he doesn't know how to be motivated. ”

Yan Bugui glanced at Yan Jiecheng angrily, and said in his heart: Lao Tzu asked you, the boss, to make a sample first.

also knew that the boss had suffered a loss, so he no longer bothered with him.

But he also said to Yan Jiefang: "Second child." Hurry up and do your homework well, and I'll check it when I'm done. ”

After that, Yan Jiecheng went to the east wing alone, and Yan Bugui and his family were rubbing the photos again.

Yan Jiefang is a person who feels the complexity of society and the sinister nature of people's hearts.

The picture of the second uncle's godson is always flashing in his mind.