It is difficult for a good person to be reborn

"Grandpa, this is Zhang Qirui." Yang Zhengqi directly brought Zhang Qirui to Mr. Yang, "This is the person I am going to be with for the rest of my life."

"Hello, Mr. Yang." Zhang Qirui shouted.

"Okay, Suizhengqi, call me grandpa." Mr. Yang said directly without any particular embarrassment, "I know my grandson's personality. As long as he decides something, there is basically no room for maneuver."

"Grandpa...Hello, grandpa." Zhang Qirui was at a loss for the first time facing an old man of his age.

"Zheng Qi..." When Zhang Qirui was communicating with Mr. Yang, a mature and charming woman intervened in the middle, and said to Yang Zhengqi, "Be careful about the choice of your future partner." What she said seems to be I don't really care, but my eyes are clearly fixed on Zhang Qirui.

"Grandpa has already seen it, so I don't think I'll bother Auntie." Yang Zhengqi said in the same tone, but he clearly felt that Auntie Pan's face darkened.

"This is?" Mr. Yang was just about to do something else, when Zhang Qirui turned around and saw Yang Zhengqi and his stepmother looking at each other.

"Oh, this is Aunt Pan." Yang Zhengqi introduced.

"Hello, Aunt Pan." Although Zhang Qirui had seen it last time when Aunt Pan was about to buy Yang Zhengqi with money, this time he still gave Aunt Pan a standard smile in the world of strangers just like meeting him for the first time.

Although Aunt Pan had a smile on her face, she looked insincere and said, "Zheng Qi, Aunt Pan is doing it for your own good. If you come back to inherit..."

"Aunt Pan, I still don't have the skills in the Yang family. Zheng Yu is very good. From now on, the responsibility of the Yang family will be handed over to Zheng Yu." Zheng Yu."

Aunt Pan looked around and found that she really didn't see Zheng Yu, so she didn't care about greeting Yang Zhengqi and Zhang Qirui. It would be bad if she didn't come to the birthday party.

"Your stepmother still cares about you." Zhang Qirui smiled and said to Yang Zhengqi.

"Yes." Yang Zhengqi also said with a smile, the people coming and going around seemed to become a blank background, except for the two people who looked at each other and smiled.

"Grandpa, this is a gift from me." The whole family ate at the long curved table. Zhang Qirui felt that the two people sitting across from each other would not be able to see the moles on each other's faces. Zhang Qirui felt that his concept had to be updated again when he served his own plate and a small portion. Is eating like this really like domestic food?I always feel like I'm in a European country.

"Grandpa, it's really Qin Shi's bowl." Yang Zhengtian and the others don't appear on the wine table any more. The usual practice in recent years is that the grandchildren said they bought gifts for Mr. Yang.Originally, it was Yang Zhengqi who said it in previous years, but this year I don’t know why Yang Zhengyu said it first, "Today’s auction, I came a little late this time, just to make sure to get this bowl. I know grandpa likes this kind of auction more. antiques."

"Well, that's right, Zheng Yu has always been very caring." Mr. Yang said.

"From this point of view, I am afraid that mine is not as good as my brother's." Yang Zhengqi said. Last time at the auction, Yang Zhengqi took pictures of Tang Dynasty brush washers. It has never been something worth hiding. . "I'm preparing brush washers from the Tang Dynasty."

"Well, it's not bad." Mr. Yang said.

"Although the age is not as good as Zhengyu's younger brother," Zhang Qirui couldn't sit still when he saw Mr. Yang said 'yes'. Although he knew that if he spoke, all eyes would be on him, he also Can't care so much anymore, at least he still wants to ask Yang Zhengqi to turn around, although Zhang Qirui himself doesn't know the reason. "However, Mr. Yang likes to paint, and this painting can be in the hands of Mr. Yang, which is his best destination."

"Not bad, not bad." Yang Zhengfang interrupted suddenly, "Didn't father just get a good pen a few days ago?" Yang Zhengfang was regarded as Yang Zhengqi's second uncle, "it just goes well with this brush."

"I forgot if you didn't mention it, but I really got a good pen last time." Mr. Yang said with a smile, feeling that he didn't seem to feel the atmosphere of open and secret fighting at all.

"Of course it's my brother's gift that suits Grandpa more." Yang Zhengyu suddenly took a step back and said, "But who is this?"

"Brother Zhengyu doesn't know, right? Where is this boyfriend who can inspire Brother Zheng?" It was Yang Zhengxin who spoke. She was only seventeen or eighteen years old, with a round face, a little baby fat, and wearing clothes that really showed her figure , "I just don't know if this brother brought a gift for grandpa."

"Xiaoxin, you can't ask a guest like that." His daughter's appearance looks very similar to that of her father, who also has a round face, and with a smile on his face, it is easy to make people feel that a good person has a safe life.

"It's okay, it's okay, today is grandpa's birthday." Just now, old man Yang asked him to shout along with Yang Zhengqi, and he is naturally still shouting the same now. As for whether it sounds flattering or not, it has nothing to do with him, "It's just a pen Ah, paper, I'm not very good at it, and I can't read it, but I brought the food I made with my own hands to grandpa, I hope grandpa will like it." He took out a rectangular box from the side, the red There is a yellow longevity character on the box, which is an ancient character of longevity. When you open the box, you can see that the inside of the box is covered with a golden bedding, with nine characters of longevity written on it, surrounded by a character with the same size as the box. of longevity.

"That's right, that's right. It's just that you can see your intentions." Although the bedding has not been opened yet, the scent inside is already a little obvious. This time it was Yang Zhengli who spoke, "It must take a few days to search for these. It still took a lot of effort." I just don't know what Yang Zhengli meant, no matter whether he said it directly or backwards, there is always his reason.

"Where, I embroidered by myself according to the ancient books. I can't embroider well, so I want grandpa not to mind." Zhang Qirui's words are true. Although he doesn't know how to embroider, he can do cross-stitch. It took three or four nights to embroider all the gold pens on the silk and satin, and then draw the cross. Even Yang Zhengqi didn't know this.

"Okay, not bad." Mr. Yang also praised him. Everything is easy to buy these days, but the things he paints with his own mind are always good.

"Grandpa, why don't you take a look at this?" Zhang Qirui smiled and opened the bedding, with nine small peaches surrounding a big peach.

"No way, can this peach be considered homemade?"