Space Lingquan: The Boss of the Last Days Dressed as a Peasant Girl

Chapter 151 Return to Beijing Thirteen

Because men and women were at different tables, Nan Yan and her daughter did not sit at the main table with Nan Liang.

Kong Shangci was the matron of the house and took Nan Yan to eat at another table with the village chief's wife.

Of course, Nan Yan and the others were at the table, as well as Meng Ran, the old lady who was staying with them temporarily.

Nan Liang was at the village chief's place just now. He knew that the village chief was worried that the old lady would disturb their family here, so he took the old lady to his home to stay temporarily for two days.

After Nan Liang found out, he sent someone to bring the old lady over for a meal.

It's impossible, their family is temporarily staying in someone else's house and they don't even invite them to have a meal.

When the village chief's wife saw the food on the table, she lowered her eyes slightly to hide the embarrassment in her eyes, and said embarrassedly: "I'm really sorry. Originally, I and the master brought food to you, madam, and I still have to stay here to accompany you to eat."

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She thought it was the best dish for her family to entertain people with meat and vegetables that they would not eat on weekdays.

Unexpectedly, there are not only two meat dishes on the table.

The dishes made by other people are not even the slightest bit prettier than hers.

She sat here, smelling the fragrance that kept coming out, and her saliva almost stopped obeying her.

The village chief's wife secretly lamented, "Well, the food of rich people is really not as good as that of their peasants."

Kong Shangci sat up straight and said: "Madam, there is no need to be polite. We can find a place to stay today, thanks to the help of the village chief."

After exchanging a few words, Kong Shangci stopped talking nonsense and picked up his chopsticks to greet everyone to eat.

The meal ended with the village chief and his wife feeling awkward.

Nan Liang had people send the village chief and his wife away, while Kong Shangci hurriedly asked Nan Yan and his daughter to go back to their rooms and ordered his servants to bring ginger water.

The family soaked their feet and washed before going to rest.

There is only one old lady living in this family.

There was nothing else of value, just bedding. There was only a fully patched quilt in the room where the old lady slept.

Everything used by Nan Yan's family of three belongs to Nan Yan and her family.

After Nan Yan had washed up, Zi Su had already packed up the bed.

Nan Yan lay on the familiar quilt and fell into a deep sleep.

the next morning.

When Nan Yan got up, it was already completely white outside.

Nan Yan grew up in the south in her previous life and rarely saw snow.

When I grew up, I went to the capital to study and find a job. During my years in the capital, I saw heavy snowfall in the north.

After Nan Yan had washed herself, she opened the door of her room happily and prepared to take a look at the snowy scene outside.

Nan Liang was warming himself in front of the fire when Kong Shangci saw his daughter coming out.

Kong Shangci waved to Nan Yan and said, "It's cold, Yan'er, come over and warm up by the fire."

When Nan Yan sat next to her, she muttered again: "It's so cold outside, why didn't you just get up after sleeping for a while?"

Nan Yan said with a smile: "My daughter wanted to get up and see the snowy scenery in the village, so she couldn't sleep, so she got up."

Kong Shangci nodded her forehead and said, "You, you, you, it's so cold, and you still want to go out and play."

He added: "It's snowy outside, and there's no one to plow the snow on the road. It's slippery. Let's have breakfast first, and then play in the yard after the sun comes up."

Nan Yan responded briskly: "I know."

After breakfast, the sun had not yet come up. Nan Yan carried a hoe and a shovel and said to Meng Ran and Zi Su: "Meng Ran, Zi Su, let's go build a snowman in the yard."

Mengran and Zisu should be.

In such a small yard, there are three beautiful figures busy working.

The three of them built the snowman very quickly, and it didn't take long for Dabai to appear in the courtyard.

Nan Yan specially found a piece of red cloth and put it around the snowman's neck.

Nan Yan saw that the snowman had clothes, but not a nose.

Nan Yan asked Zi Su to go to the kitchen to find something to make a nose and put it on the snowman's nose.

Unfortunately, there were no carrots at this time, so Zi Su didn't know what to use to make the snowman's nose.

Finally, when Nan Yan saw a pumpkin in the kitchen, she cut off half of the pumpkin, cut a nose out of it, and placed it on the snowman's nose.

After the snowman was built, Nan Yan drank tea from her mother and admired her masterpiece.

Nan Yan originally went to play in the snow, but Kong Shangci said it was cold, so she wilted and sat in front of the fire, reading a storybook to warm herself up.

Nan Liang glanced at the cover of the storybook his daughter was reading and said, "Yan'er, your handwriting has improved in recent times."

Nan Yan:???

During her free time in Lanzhou, she practiced calligraphy every day.

Later I set off back to Beijing, and I was either in a hurry or on the road.

Then you have time to practice calligraphy.

Her father suddenly asked her how she was doing with her calligraphy practice. Can she tell the truth?

Kong Shangci patted Nan Liang's hand and said, "I have been traveling all these days, and Yan'er has no time to practice calligraphy."

Nan Yan pecked the rice and said: "My mother is right, she has been traveling and busy these days, so I have time to practice calligraphy."

Nan Liang smiled and said, "I was just asking. Looking at your mother's nervousness, she thought I didn't understand and wanted to punish you."

Nan Yan didn't say anything, but nodded her head and said clearly, "Yes!"

Nan Liang said: "I won't urge you to practice calligraphy outside now. When you get home, no matter what, you must practice your hand calligraphy well for me."

Nan Yan whispered: "I know."

When his father asked about his knowledge, Kong Shangci was eager to try it and said: "Brother Aliang, there is such a snowy scene outside, I want to play the piano and compose a poem."

Nan Liang said dotingly: "It's so cold that you can't get out, but you want to play the harp. Just order someone to take out your harp."

Kong Shangci is a lady from a well-known family. She can play chess, calligraphy and painting without any trouble.

This is no longer Nan Yan's lifeless life, the beautiful music of the piano slowly sounded.

What's even more outrageous is that the old couple were having fun and even moved the piano to the yard, where one person played the piano and the other danced.

Nan Yan held her chin by the fire, looking at her old father's tender eyes and the dancing figures in the courtyard.

I just feel like I'm being fed dog food.

Nan Yan felt that her lamp was too bright, so she wanted to go to the kitchen to make some snacks. However, her mother just said that she should watch here and learn how to dance.

She has no choice but to suffer, eating here the dog food of her parents.

Nan Yan looked at her mother's graceful figure, and suddenly she had a plan in mind. She wanted her father to paint and record this scene.

After the song ended, Nan Yan told her father her thoughts.

Nan Yan looked sideways and said: "Can Yan'er know how to draw? If so, then you can draw it!"

Nan Yan: "..."

She can draw, but it's cold and she doesn't want to do it!

It's not like Nan Liang didn't have his daughter's drawing paper. From the drawing paper, it can be seen that his daughter's painting skills are good. At this time, his daughter actually proposed to paint for his wife, so let her daughter do it.

This child has nothing to do and wants to go out and play all the time.

Nan Liang asked: "Why, you don't want to make a painting for your mother."

Nan Yan waved her hand and said: "It's not that I don't want to..." That's all, why don't we just stay silent?

Besides, it’s not particularly cold when I have internal strength, and my hands can still move.

Just paint!

So Nan Yan just joined Nan Liang and his wife in their sweet interaction.

Well, of course Nan Yan could only watch the painting from the sidelines.

At noon, Nan Yan took out the painting and waved her hand and said: "Emma, ​​I'm finally fine, but I'm so exhausted."

Nan Liang and Kong Shangci gathered next to Nan Yan to look at the portrait Nan Yan had made.

Kong Shangci paid attention to the beautiful butterfly dancing in the painting, like smoke but not smoke, like mist but not mist, in the heavy snow. He simply could not imagine that the woman in the painting was himself.

Kong Shangci stretched out his hand to examine the painting and murmured: "Is the person in the painting really me?"

Nan Liang was also shocked.

She thought her daughter could only draw, but she didn't expect her daughter to be so good at drawing.

Look at the face of the person in the painting, it looks exactly like his wife.

(End of chapter)