In the evening, Yanbu Gui's house was very lively.
The three little ones still don't understand what's going on.
But Yan Bugui and his wife held the photo excitedly.
He kept saying that there was smoke coming out of the ancestral graves, there was smoke coming out.
Incredible, incredible.
Our eldest son has become famous.
The photo is already in the frame.
Yan Jiecheng asked the station decoration staff to make the photo frame. They were top carpenters from all over the country. They could finish it with just a pack of Xiangshan.
There were scraps everywhere on the construction site, and the master found some scraps leftover from your living room decoration.
I heard it was a very valuable wood, but Yan Jiecheng didn't understand it anyway. It was whatever the master said.
"Boss, what did you say when you shook hands with your husband? Are you nervous? Are you excited? Is your husband in good health? How is he doing?"
Yan Jiecheng told Yan Bugui and his wife everything he could about what happened.
The couple was too excited to do anything. I kept sighing: Good fortune, good fortune.
"Boss, boss, when you shook hands with your husband, did you mention me? Did you say that we all love him very much." The third aunt also asked excitedly.
"What do you know about a woman? The boss is discussing work with my husband. It's a serious matter, how can I talk about you?"
"Well, you Yan Laoxi. What kind of women are you? The leaders have said that women can hold up half the sky? Why can't you say it again?"
When the third aunt attacked the third uncle, she showed no mercy and used all her firepower.
The angry third uncle had nothing to say and could only say cowardly: "I won't argue with an ignorant woman like you."
The couple bickered for a while and then brought the topic to the issue of the ownership of the photos.
The two of them made good calculations. This kind of honoring their ancestors should be left to themselves.
After all, if the photo is hung in Yan Jiecheng's house and others see it, the honor will belong to Yan Jiecheng alone.
Hanging in their west wing room.
Others will definitely compliment him, saying that Mr. Yan has a strict family tradition and teaches his children well.
Nothing could make him happier than these words.
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 in front of our house. Don't worry, I will hang it right away."
Yan Bugui is also a sixth-year old man. He has already killed him first and played later. He is ready to die.
Yan Jiecheng saw this and said quickly:
"Hey, it's not Dad, what are you talking about?
I want to hang this photo in my east wing room. I've already thought of the place, but I didn't tell you to put the photos in your house. "
"No, boss. Are you saying you want to hang this photo in your east wing?
How could you do this? Take your time and let dad analyze it for you.
First of all, do you think we are a family?
Am I the head of the house?
Shouldn't such an important thing be placed here with me?
Besides, you see you usually go to the east wing to sleep at night.
Isn't it still here normally? You can look at the photos at any time. "
Yan Bugui and Yan Jiecheng, father and son, had a dispute over which room the photo should be hung in.
The third aunt also said: "Xie Cheng, when you were a child, your father was almost kidnapped by the RB people because of you.
You give in to your dad. Can we just put the photo in front of our house? "
These seemingly words of persuasion are full of tricks. One move secretly deceives Chen Cang, making him skillful.
"Mom, you can't plot against me with my dad. This photo is of me and my husband. It has to be put on my house.
"Forget it, old woman. Just pretend that we didn't raise this heartless person. Boss, now his wings are stiff and he is disobedient. He has no conscience anymore."
After all, Yan Bugui had read a book, so after hearing what the third aunt said, he just followed the plan.
"Dad, you and my mother can't even tell you how to break the law. This photo must be placed in my house."
"You are so heartless, is it easy for me and your dad?"
None of the three people wanted to give up, and each could not convince the other.
Yan Jiefang, who was doing his homework on the side, raised his head and said, "Brother, why don't you just wash one more sheet?"
The three of them were suddenly a little stunned.
Yan Jiecheng was a little embarrassed that he had forgotten this incident.
He conveniently slapped Yan Jiefang on the back of his head and said angrily:
"What do you know, you little brat? You can develop photos for free? Hurry up and do your homework. Don't get involved in adult matters."
After saying that, they looked at each other, and seeing the expressions of Yan Bugui and his wife, Yan Jiecheng shouted: "Dad, do you mean to tell my mother that I will leave your room alone and let me wash it by myself?
Impossible, absolutely impossible. "
Yan Bugui nodded and said, "Yes, that's what we mean."
Yan Jiecheng was also speechless, what is this?
Forget it, what else can I do?
Then, he said: "Okay, who made you my dad?"
"Well, that's true." Yan Bugui nodded.
"Here's what you don't like to hear. It cost four and a half yuan to develop the photo. You have to give it to me."
After hearing this, Yan Bugui did not refute, and made eye contact with the third aunt.
Said: "Boss, you have to listen to my analysis.
Look, there are two people in this photo, you and your husband.
As for you, you can’t let us pay for it, right? Do you think this is a good idea? You can pay for it with your own money. Your mother and I will give you the husband's share.
In this case, we will pay two dollars and twenty-five cents.
You see, is this true? "
Yan Jiecheng didn't really care about them. It's just that this is a life tradition of the Yan family.
He nodded and stopped arguing with them.
Cares more.
He was afraid that the two of them were scheming, so they rushed into the red wall and asked the husband for money to develop the photos.
When Yan Jiecheng saw Yan Jiefang eavesdropping, he slapped him again.
"You haven't done your homework yet. You have a lot to do. Originally, I was thinking about taking you to fly a kite and eat popsicles on one of my days off, but forget it now."
Yan Jiefang was anxious and said quickly: "Brother, you can't do this."
"Then what can we do? Anyway, the money you spend to go out for fun will be used to develop photos. Why go out to have fun if you don't have money?"
Isn't it good for him to do his homework at home? You just want to play every day.
I said why your grades always fail to improve. It seems that my mind is not on studying. "
Yan Jiecheng turned to Yan Bugui and said, "Dad, I think the results of Jiefang are still too low, and we need to strengthen education. I think the second uncle's method is very good. Sometimes this child, if you don't be harsh to him, he will I don’t know how to make progress.”
Yan Bugui glanced at Yan Jiecheng angrily and said to himself: I asked you, the boss, to show off first.
He also knew that the boss was at a disadvantage, so he stopped arguing with him.
But he also said to Yan Jiefang: "Second brother, hurry up and do your homework well. I will check it after you finish it."
After it was over, Yan Jiecheng went to the east wing alone, where Yan Bugui and his wife were holding and rubbing the photos again.
Yan Jiefang is feeling the complexity of society and the danger of people's hearts alone.
The image of the second uncle teaching his son flashed through his mind all the time.
