Chongxi little husband

Mr. Zhang Jisu entered the study one after the other, and his servants quickly brought hot tea. Zhang Ji waited for Mr. Su to go up to pour him a cup of tea, and then sat down.

Elder Su took a sip of hot tea, put down the teacup and looked serious, "I heard that you rejected Mr. Gu's recommendation?"

"Yes. Peng County is too far away from us, so I rejected it." Zhang Ji also looked solemn, but answered calmly, "Master, does it feel wrong?"

Old Man Su raised his eyes and glanced at him without saying a word. After a while, he spoke again: "I want to hear your thoughts."

Zhang Ji didn't hesitate much, and immediately said his thoughts, obviously he had already thought about it.

Mr. Su has been listening quietly without interrupting, but his expression has been very calm, so that Zhang Ji will not be able to tell whether he agrees or not for a while.

"It's your decision to let go of the near and seek the far away?"

"Yes." Zhang Ji still answered calmly, "The disciple's ambition is not in the court, but..."

"It's just a word of love." Old Master Su said coldly.

Zhang Ji shut up, and after a while, he suddenly got up and saluted him, "It's Zhang Ji who disappointed you, Master."

Mr. Su looked at him deeply for a long while, then sighed inaudibly and waved his hands, "Forget it, I'm getting old too, so how can I care about you youngsters? Well, it's a blessing in your life that you met Brother Yan, Treat him well."

"I will."

Old Master Su waved his hand again, "Okay, sit down, if your wife sees you like this, you should blame me again."

Zhang Ji couldn't help being amused, and quickly sat down as he said. Old Master Su also shook his head and laughed, and slowly put away his smile and returned to seriousness, "Just wait a moment, master will find out the news for you."

"Thank you master." Zhang Ji smiled. "There is still some mulberry wine at home. If master likes it, I will send some more next time. But master should not drink too much."

"Is that called mulberry wine?"

"Yes, it's made from the fruit of the mulberry tree that raises silkworms at home. We call it mulberry wine."

"It fits pretty well." Old Master Su nodded, then pondered suddenly, "Do you still have this wine?"

"There are not many now, but this year there will be more mulberry trees bearing fruit."

"Okay then, when you go back, let's drink it up first, and the old man will also give it to some old friends. Good wine shouldn't be buried."

Hearing this, Zhang Ji had a thought, looked at the old man again, hurriedly got up again and saluted gratefully, and said that he would bring the wine when he returned.

Mr. Su was immediately satisfied. As expected, he had been optimistic about it all along.So the topic changed to learning. Fortunately, Zhang Ji had read and written essays since he came back, so he could answer them all.

There was a question-and-answer room in the study, and the servants would not go in to disturb without calling, and the sky dimmed before they knew it.

And the dialect here has been talking with Mrs. Su, talking about silkworms or some interesting things that happened when he was raising silkworms, which made the old lady laugh, and the old lady also inadvertently elicited Talking about the Tong family in the town to him, he learned a lot.

"You child, you have a lot of eyes." Mrs. Su pointed his forehead and cursed with a smile.

Fang Yan rubbed his forehead and smiled at her with dimples, looking at the old man helplessly, "You and your step-er really deserve to be a family who don't enter the same family, you have a clear heart. Before, I was always worried that you were two young and would be killed by others." Bullying, now—"

"Don't you feel sorry for us now?"

"...Haha, look, look at your mouth." Mrs. Su was happy again, "As long as you are all well, your master and I can rest assured, don't worry, there are us, we won't let you suffer Sorry."

"Thank you, Master." This thank you dialect is sincere.

There are still many good people in the world, just like the mother and son of the Hua family who have always treated them very well, as well as uncles and aunts, even now Zhang Ji, who was only fortunate to be able to teach him at the beginning, also regards Zhang Ji as his own. Son, and he is also loved by the elderly because of Ai Wu and Wu De.

Mrs. Su smiled for a while and then said again: "Yan'er, don't you also want to open a cloth shop?" Thinking about the current situation of Zhang's family, she felt that this must be the case, and she couldn't help but get interested.

Dialect was a bit embarrassed on the contrary, but facing the old man who really cared about them, he did not deny, "I have such a plan. Mistress, you also know that what I am doing now is not ordinary fabric after all, and I only intend to I only raise these now, and will expand in the future, so the output will definitely increase. Although it will take more effort to produce and sell by myself, but this way I can feel more at ease and not afraid of being bullied. Of course, in the future If you meet a suitable merchant, you can also let them sell the fabric directly, and we will mainly produce it.”

Mrs. Su's expression gradually became serious, and she nodded after listening, "I understand, if you have any difficulties, just tell me, I can't do it with your master, and your brothers are here."

"Thank you."

"Silly boy, what is there to thank the family for?"

Dialect suddenly rolled his eyes after hearing this, and asked a little mysteriously: "Master, is our second senior brother also in business?"

Mrs. Su was stunned, and didn't understand why he suddenly turned to this place, she nodded: "Well, I have gone to the north and haven't come back yet." Speaking of this, looking at the dialect's smile like a cat stealing fish, the brain Immediately, he understood clearly, and couldn't help pointing his finger at him angrily and funny, but he didn't agree.

"Your second brother's caravan has traveled too far, and your family's materials cannot withstand the long journey, and the loss is too great."

Dialect understood what she meant as soon as he turned his head, that is, to help and sell them. The loss is not her second son, but them directly.This is obviously not a cooperative relationship as he said.

"Master, didn't you just talk about a family? Why did you see someone else first?"

Mrs. Su suddenly felt helpless again. She had a slight headache and was afraid that he would start pestering her again, so she hurriedly said in surrender: "Okay~ I'll wait for your second brother to come back to talk about this matter. It's getting late, let's talk about it after dinner, Cui Er Go to the kitchen to see if the food is ready? Ask someone to prepare the meal quickly."

"Yes, old lady."

Since Zhang Ji recovered from his illness, he would visit the Su family from time to time in the past few years. Later, the dialect also followed him occasionally, so he became acquainted with the Su family, so this dinner, except for the two old people, other people There is no scruple to sit at the same table to eat together.

And the rest of the Su family also know that the two are loved by the two elders, so naturally they won't lose face, no matter if they are sincere or not, they will give full marks to the scene.

After the meal, the whole family was happy and happy, and the small altar of wine brought by the dialect was shared with everyone. The atmosphere was probably so good that the altar of wine was accidentally emptied.

When it was completely dark, Zhang Jifangyan left Su's house and went back to the small courtyard in the town.Fortunately, Zhang Ji asked shopkeeper Yang to find someone to clean it up during the day, and shopkeeper Yang was very considerate, and asked the waiter to come over and boil water in advance before dark, and now the two of them just came back with hot water for scrubbing.

Zhang Ji was quite satisfied with Shopkeeper Yang being so up-to-date, and put aside some of his little thoughts about him for the time being, and decided to hire him again.

"It's been a long day of driving today, let's wash and change clothes before going to bed."

"Good~"

He helped the man to sit on the edge of the bed and let him lean against the head of the bed. Dialect went out and asked the waiter to bring in two buckets of hot water. But when he prepared the water and a change of clothes, he found that the man was leaning on the bed with his eyes closed and seemed to be asleep. up.

Can't help but sigh helplessly, sure enough, the capacity for alcohol is so light.

Not wanting to wake him up again, Fang Yan simply wrung out a cloth towel and came over to wipe his face, hands and feet, not wanting to open his eyes as soon as he got close to him.

"Are you awake? Then wipe your face."

Unexpectedly, Zhang Ji just stared blankly at him and didn't answer, so Fang Yan had no choice but to continue to do it himself. Fortunately, this person was very honest this time, he did whatever he was asked to do, and he was very obedient.

The dialect is so amazing, can it be that there are many ways to behave after being drunk?

It was funny in his heart, but his movements were always very neat, and he quickly wiped it off for him, but he didn't help him change his clothes, he just took off his outer shirt.

And he himself just wiped his body and changed his underwear, but when he was pouring water, he found that the guy hadn't gone back and was still boiling water in the small kitchen, so he hurriedly asked him to go back, and when he returned to the room, he thought he was already asleep , actually still opened his eyes and looked at the door, as if waiting for him.

Facing those shiny black eyes, Fang Yan was taken aback for a moment, wondering whether this person was really drunk or pretending to be sober, a strange feeling rose in his heart.

"What's wrong?" He walked over and asked softly.

Zhang Ji looked up, he seemed to be still in a daze, and raised his hand for a while to gently pull him over.Fang Yan couldn't figure out what he wanted to do, but he didn't break free, and sat down beside him with his strength, and raised his hand to touch his forehead.

Nothing unusual.

"Tired?" Feeling under the palm of the palm the other party closed his eyes and rubbed slightly like a child's dependence, he asked with a smile.

Zhang Ji opened his eyes and stared at him for a long time, then suddenly opened his arms to wrap him in his arms, buried his face in his neck and rubbed it, which made the dialect itchy and made his neck shrink slightly.

"Don't make trouble!"

Immediately stopped obediently, so is this another way to play drunk?The dialect suddenly felt powerless.

Just as he was about to coax him to sleep, the person suddenly spoke.

"Yan'er."

"……Um?"

"Yan'er."

"Ah."

"……Nice to have you."

"..." So you're not drunk at all?

Instinctively want to push it away, but I don't want this person to increase his strength first, and he can't push it away at all.

"You're playing with me!" Dialect was a little angry.

At this time Zhang Ji suddenly raised his head, his eyes focused, "I admire Yan'er very much."

"..." Dialect was dumbfounded.

This, what rhythm is this?why...

"I really want to be a real family with you." The tone was slightly frustrated.

The dialect suddenly lacked confidence, "Now, isn't it right now?"

Zhang Jiding stared at him for a while, then sighed softly, "Does Yan'er think so? But I always feel that Yan'er will run away at any time."

"Uh! That, that must be because you think too much." The tone and expression of cowardice that I haven't seen for a long time, as well as the abnormal behavior of turning over tonight, made Fang Yan not think about it for a while, thinking that he was criticized by Mr. Su before, Can't help but feel a little soft-hearted.

"really?"

"Of course!" The man who had been scolded still followed suit, "We are a family in the first place."

Zhang Ji hugged him even tighter. "Yan'er is indeed the best."

Dialect could only laugh dryly, "Hehe. It's getting late, go to bed."

"Ah."

Zhang Jiying did not let go, but fell on the bed together in the same posture, and pulled the quilt to cover the two of them considerately, Fang Yan had no choice but to struggle a bit, at least change to a more comfortable posture, close his eyes and think sleep.

"Yan'er."

"So what... um."

It took a long time to regain freedom, dialect pushed the person half-pressed on top, his breath was a little unsteady, and at the same time he felt something was wrong, "What's wrong with you tonight?"

The temperature of the place that the person touched was a little too high, and his eyes were not right.

"I'm sorry." Zhang Ji suddenly closed his eyes and buried his head in the dialect's neck, his voice was a little muffled, "I'm sorry, I'm so happy and a little excited, so... let me hug for a while, it will be fine after a while."

"..." Dialect froze for a moment, he didn't pay attention to what the other person said, it was the touch of his thigh that made him understand it all at once.

With a bang, all the blood rushed to his head, but luckily the only person who could see it was buried in his neck and didn't notice it.

His heart was beating violently, and he didn't know if it was his or his own.

Dialect licked his lips subconsciously, and shrank his waist a little uncomfortably, but he didn't want to be noticed by the other party just because of this small movement.

The person on the body also seemed to be frozen for a moment, Fang Yan was flustered, and felt that the person in the shoulder socket was about to raise his head, and his action was faster than his brain, and he pressed the back of the opponent's head all at once.

"Don't look!"

After Zhang Ji paused for a moment, he fell back again, but the dialect felt even worse, because in this way, the other party would know everything about each other.

Just as he was in a dilemma, a chuckle sounded in his ear, which was still very close, which made Fang Yan couldn't help shaking, and immediately attracted a chuckle from the other party.

"So Yan'er has grown up too."

Suddenly, a low-pitched exclamation with a smile came directly into his ears, and what shocked Fang Yan even more was that the other party actually bit him.

"you……"

"very nice."

Zhang Ji easily broke free from the dialect's hand and raised his head, smiling happily.

"Let me help Yan'er~"

"..."