Strong group husband

"Okay!" Cang Xingye's lips were shiny.

"Brother said that, I was in a hurry just now. Xiaoye, take care of your body. Meat is delicious, but you have to drink porridge." Cang Xingyan put a bowl of rice porridge in front of his little brother.

"Thank you, second brother." He knew that Cang Xingyan would do this, and Cang Xingye pursed the corners of his lips imperceptibly.

Seeing this scene, Li Chunjiao and Du Shishi who were sitting beside each other looked at each other and smiled, and continued to chat about their days.

Over the years, both of them have already gotten used to their husband taking such meticulous care of his younger brother.To be honest, sometimes, the two of them are even worse than the husband!As the saying goes: family and everything prosper, but it’s really not just talking about it on the surface, it has to be done, and it depends on action.

Human hearts are fleshy, you respect me one foot, I respect you one foot, if you treat me well, I will treat you just as well.

After they married into the Cang family, one was their own upbringing, the other?It is the self-cultivation of the Cang family. Their husband-in-law and younger brother were taught by their mother-in-law to be polite and kind, especially the younger brother, who is smart and a good businessman. Half of the Wu Dynasty.

"Young master, listen, there seems to be the sound of musical instruments playing on the boat coming from the opposite side. Si Nian took a bite of the glutinous rice cake, and suddenly stopped moving.

"Really? I'll listen." After listening to Si Nian's words, Cang Xingye stopped chewing and pricked up his ears.

"Music sound?" Cang Xingyan also pricked up his ears.

... For some reason, everyone fell silent for a moment.

The boat on the opposite side got closer and closer, and the clear sound of the pipa gradually entered the ears of everyone in the Cang family.

"It's really nice to play." Like many people who don't understand music theory, Cang Xingye can't hear the rapid change of strings, but he knows the basic appreciation.

"It sounds good." Cang Xingrong commented in two words.

"No, it's as crisp as a creek, as thick as thunder through a window, as eager as rain hitting plantains, as soothing as a drizzle, as intense as a golden horse and iron horse, as euphemistic as a new house joke, with every detail in it. Good song, good song. Unfortunately, I didn't bring Suqin out, otherwise I could play a song with you!"

When the song was over, Cang Xingyan said excitedly and impatiently.

"It's still the big strings that are like torrential rain, and the small strings that are like whispers. The chaotic strings are mixed, and the big beads and small beads fall on the jade plate. The Guanying language is slippery at the bottom, and the quiet pharynx flows down the beach. The water spring is cold and the string is condensed. Absolutely, never condense, the sound will gradually stop. Don’t have sorrow and hatred, at this time, silence is better than sound. The silver bottle is broken and the water is pouring out, and the iron horse is protruding. The sword and gun blare. At this time and here, Cang Xingye substituted the pipa song just now into the excellent poem describing playing the pipa in the famous poem "Pipa Xing" by Bai Juyi, a great poet of Tang Dynasty, and recited it in cadence.

"Good sentence, Xiao Ye, you are a great talent!" Cang Xingye's eyes lit up as soon as Cang Xingye finished speaking.

"Second brother, don't get me wrong. I read this poem from a book, and I didn't write it." Cang Xingye hurriedly explained.

"Read it in a book? Which book is it? There are such beautiful poems? I want to read it too." Cang Xingyan asked with twinkling eyes.

"...I forgot, second brother." Cang Xingye shifted his gaze and said.