Wearing books as a koi O

Chapter 78 The first day of dressing as a koi carp

The boy nodded with a vague understanding, and the fear aroused by the white bones was unexpectedly reduced a lot.

After a while, he asked in a low voice, "Will I become like that in the future?"

Xiao Jinli was stunned, as if time traveled back in time, he was lying on his brother's lap when he was little, and he asked his brother the same way after attending a funeral.

How did my brother answer back then?

"People will always die, sooner or later." Xiao Jinli put away the nostalgia in his eyes and smiled, "We can't predict when death will come, but we can do what we need to do as much as possible before that day comes thing."

At that time, he was as young as the boy, and he didn't understand what his brother meant, but now he understands a little bit.

Children's doubts come and go quickly.The fear of being frightened by the white bones also gradually subsided under the recuperation of the night, and finally sat on the swing, shaking his head little by little, swaying with the swing.

Fearing that he would fall, Xiao Jinli carried him back to the house, followed the route in his memory to find Zhang Jianhua's room, and knocked on the door.

Zhang Jianhua opened the door, saw Xiao Jinli hugging the boy, and quickly took the boy from his hands: "Thank you, thank you, it's cold outside, come in and have a seat."

Xiao Jinli declined politely: "It's getting late, why don't we talk about it tomorrow."

"Don't delay, I do scientific research, so I don't go to bed so early." Zhang Jianhua handed the child to his wife, let her and the child go to bed first, and dragged Xiao Jinli in by himself.

This is a familiarity beyond the boundaries of ordinary friends. Zhang Jianhua's fawning behavior is obviously showing goodwill to Xiao Jinli.

Xiao Jinli couldn't refuse either.

As soon as Zhang Jianhua sat down, he approached: "Xiao Xiao, the last time I saw you in Beijing Province, I thought you hit it off very well, and I thought that when I was free, I would definitely find an opportunity to play cards with you again. I didn't expect to meet again so soon! "

Xiao Jinli joked, "If Uncle Zhang wants to play cards, it's fine now."

"Don't dare, my mother, you don't know, she looks easy to talk, but in fact she has a bad temper. She should be feeling right now. If I dare to play cards to destroy her brewing feelings, she will ignore me for several months. " Zhang Jianhua said with lingering fear, and seemed to have a deep understanding.

Xiao Jinli complimented cooperatively: "The relationship between your mother and child is really good."

"That's right," Zhang Jianhua nodded, "I was brought up by my mother, and my father's figure is very vague in my memory. Although after hearing what you said, I admire my father's things very much, but emotionally, I may do Not as good as my mother..."

He thought for a while, and used: "Unforgettable." Four words.

Xiao Jinli nodded in understanding: "I think if it were me, I'm afraid it wouldn't be much better."

Zhang Jianhua looked like he had found a bosom friend. Xiao Jinli thought he would confide in him, but the other party's voice changed: "With my mother's character, I will definitely give you all those cultural relics and gold bars. I know you don't want to I'm short of money, but please be sure to accept it, otherwise my mother will always miss it."

Xiao Jinli was taken aback: "Why?"

"It's all thinking, why do you say?" Zhang Jianhua asked back.

Xiao Jinli nodded, thought for a moment and said, "She can donate them to the museum, which is also Mr. Zhang's last wish."

"She is reluctant, because this is all my father left her to think about." Zhang Jianhua is the person who knows Yang Qin best in the world. "Her character is like this. She is willing to give it to you. She is not happy to donate it to the country. .Maybe in her heart, it was because of the donation that my dad left her."

Xiao Jinli understands that Yang Qin is not unpatriotic, but she cares too much about Mr. Zhang, so that she feels repulsed by the reason for Mr. Zhang's return to China.

"Okay." Xiao Jinli agreed, "I will accept it and hand it over to the country in the name of Ms. Yang."

"No, no, you haven't understood what I mean. I hope you donate it in your own name. If you donate it in my mother's name, she will know sooner or later, and I will be miserable." Zhang Jianhua trembled and made an exaggerated expression of fear.

Xiao Jinli knew in his heart that he wanted to give them this credit as a gift in return.

There is nothing wrong with having a good relationship with the country.

Just think about Shao Rongda.

"Can I go back and discuss it with Zheng Qiwei?" Xiao Jinli felt that Zheng Qiwei should also know about this, after all, they found the cave together.

Zhang Jianhua smiled ambiguously: "You two have a really good relationship. I can tell that Zheng Qiwei has a deep affection for you."

Xiao Jinli hurriedly said: "I didn't mean that, I just wanted him to know..."

"No need to explain, I understand." Zhang Jianhua patted Xiao Jinli on the shoulder and sighed, "It's not easy for a married man, especially with Zheng Qiwei, it takes a lot of courage!"

Leaving Zhang Jianhua's room, Xiao Jinli was still thinking about Zhang Jianhua's words.

Well, it really takes a lot of courage to be with Zheng Qiwei, but until now, Zheng Qiwei's performance has never disappointed him.

Before he could go back to the house, he saw Zheng Qiwei hovering at the door.

Seeing Xiao Jinli approaching, Zheng Qiwei strode forward: "I just knocked on the door and you didn't answer, and I didn't answer your cell phone." The tone was a bit aggrieved.

Xiao Jinli touched his pocket before realizing: "I was just walking outside without taking out my phone."

Zheng Qiwei touched his hand, dissatisfied and distressed: "It's cold, why don't you wear gloves. And your ears are all red from the cold."

"No, is it red?" Xiao Jinli touched his ears subconsciously, but Zheng Qiwei did it first, so that he touched the back of Zheng Qiwei's hand.

The aisle is dim, and the moonlight is like silver.

They looked at each other, and quickly looked away, afraid that they would not be able to restrain the urge to hug, and even more afraid that this scene would be inappropriate for the host to see.

The emotions that were confined to a square inch clamored to vent.

It's dark, and I like to be obscure and secretive.

It was really hard for Zheng Qiwei to convince himself to let go of his hands, he said hoarsely, "Ah Jin..."

Xiao Jinli held his hand instead, pulled it away from his ear, and said with a chuckle, "Go to bed early, and I have to board the plane tomorrow."

"Oh." Zheng Qiwei lowered his eyebrows.

Xiao Jinli walked towards him, lifted his chin, tiptoed and kissed the corner of his lips.

"Good night kiss," Xiao Jinli calmly stopped Zheng Qiwei when he was trying to pursue the kiss, "Hey, I can't ask for more."

Zheng Qiwei looked at him wronged.

Xiao Jinli turned him away ruthlessly: "Go to bed early, so that you can see me early tomorrow."

"Will there be a good morning kiss?"

Xiao Jinli didn't quite hear Zheng Qiwei's whispered question, so he hummed perfunctorily.

The door is closed.

Zheng Qiwei stood outside the door expressionlessly, and Ah Jin actually treated him like a child. He must let Ah Jin realize that he is not a child.

Well, it must be memorable.

Children are generally disobedient.

He should start by being obedient.

Thinking so, Zheng Qiwei went back to sleep as a matter of course, and the next day, he showed up at Xiao Jinli's door early in the morning.

The nanny got up to cook, but unexpectedly the guest got up earlier than him, so she hurried to the refrigerator to get a sandwich, warmed it up and gave it to Zheng Qiwei.

"Thank you." Zheng Qiwei politely took the food.

The nanny said no thanks and went to cook. When she finished, she found Zheng Qiwei was still at the door, so she asked, "Mr. Zheng is waiting for his friends to get up, why didn't you knock on the door?"

Zheng Qiwei said, "He's still sleeping."

The nanny was surprised: "Then do you want to wait for him to wake up?"

Zheng Qiwei nodded.

The nanny praised: "Mr. Zheng is so kind to your friend."

She didn't think deeply, after all, not everyone has Yang Qin's rich experience and keen eyesight.

Zheng Qiwei didn't say anything, a mature man can't disturb his partner when he is not awake like a child - he secretly searched various behaviors of bear children last night, one of them is that bear children often disturb their parents inappropriately sleep.

Zheng Qiwei thought happily that Ah Jin would be very touched when he saw that he was waiting for him to get up.

While thinking, Xiao Jinli came out.

With his eyes half open and half closed, he yawned and shook his hand at Zheng Qiwei: "Good morning."

Zheng Qiwei walked to him: "Good morning."

Xiao Jinli was silent for a moment: "I want to go to the bathroom, and you want to follow?"

"Oh." Zheng Qiwei stopped and did not leave.

Xiao Jinli solved his physical problems, washed his hands and rinsed his mouth, and found that Zheng Qiwei was still there, looking at him as if he was expecting something.

"You want to go to the toilet too?" Xiao Jinli turned sideways, "I've used it, you can use it."

Zheng Qiwei frowned slightly: "Don't you think something is missing?"

"Huh?" Xiao Jinli was taken aback for a moment, then looked at himself subconsciously, "What's missing?"

"It's nothing." Zheng Qiwei looked away, "Let's go downstairs for dinner."

Then I silently wrote down in my heart that on a certain day in a certain year, Ah Jin owed me a good morning kiss but didn't give it.

Not long after Xiao Jinli and Zheng Qiwei went downstairs, Yang Qin and the others also got up.

After everyone had breakfast, Yang Qin proposed to give Zhang Guodong's relics to Xiao Jinli and the others.

Zheng Qiwei was still thinking of words to refuse, but Xiao Jinli had already agreed: "Thank you, but have you really considered it?"

Yang Qin nodded: "Things with a sense of history tend to make people immerse themselves in the past and find it difficult to extricate themselves. I'm sorry for neglecting the two of you yesterday. I really thank you for sending back the bones of my lover. I listen My son has told about you and knows that you are not short of money. Thanking you with money is too clichéd and inferior. If you don’t dislike it, take those things away. I’m not borrowing flowers to offer Buddha, I just think there’s nothing more I can express my thanks."

Xiao Jinli said softly: "I understand your heart, we will take the things away, Ms. Yang, please express my condolences, I think Mr. Zhang is the soul of heaven, and I also hope you are happy and healthy."

"Accept your auspicious words." Yang Qin smiled, like an oil painting, profound and meaningful, "Next week is my wedding anniversary with him, and I want to bury his remains and wedding ring on this day. Jianhua, etc. When I'm dead, just bury me with your father. We can't stay together while we're alive, and we can try our best after death."

Zhang Jianhua clicked his tongue softly: "What are you talking about, you are still young, don't keep saying such things on your lips."

"You child." Yang Qin glanced at him, but was not really angry.

Then he turned his head and said to Xiao Jinli and Zheng Qiwei: "I asked Jianhua to count the relics. I also wrote down the corresponding names and origins of each piece in the notebook. However, because it has been too long, I may not remember them well. Qing, you can take what I wrote as a reference, and you don’t have to believe it all.”

Xiao Jinli nodded again and again: "You have worked hard."

"What's this."

Yang Qin shook his head. Back then, they had to stay up all night for countless hours before they found out the origin of those cultural relics.

I run around every day to consult experts and visit insiders to confirm that they are genuine and flow from home to abroad.

Xiao Jinli and Zheng Qiwei said goodbye to Yang Qin, and Zhang Jianhua saw them off all the way.

After walking out of the gate, Xiao Jinli breathed a sigh of relief: "I'm afraid that Ms. Yang will ask us how to arrange these relics."

Zhang Jianhua smiled: "She won't."

In the villa, an old woman gently caressed a rusted photo frame. In the yellowed photo, the man was gentle and elegant, and the woman smiled like a flower.

She chuckled lightly, but her tears wet the surface of the photo frame.

"Your wish has finally come true."

"But what about mine?"