V1.Chapter 332

"Good morning, Mr. mu." When Kuang saw that Mu Qingzhu was coming, he asked the children to read it early. He welcomed it out politely.

"Good morning, President Kuang." Muqingzhu also smiles at him and nods politely.

"Well, Mr. mu, I have something to tell you today." After Kuang followed Mu Qingzhu to the office, he said shyly.

It seems that he seldom deals with women. When facing Mu Qingzhu, he speaks very unnaturally and even blushes a little.

"Yes, please." Mu Qingzhu is a little funny, but he is also very easygoing and generous.

"Well, there are several children who didn't come to class these two days. The specific reason is not clear, and the parents can't be contacted. So today, the school is going to pay a home visit. I want you to go with me." President Kuang is very careful.

When Mu Qingzhu heard about it, it was really a bit serious. The child was absent from school for no reason, and the parents couldn't get in touch with him. It was not fun. What if something happened? Thinking about this, he nodded anxiously and said, "well, this thing really can't be sloppy. We need to find out the situation as soon as possible. The children are too young. It's not good to make a little extra sense."

President Kuang nodded, worried.

They talked about going to visit their families after two classes.

March in the south of the Yangtze River is gentle and gentle.

After getting off the plane with Liancheng, Ruan Hanyu took several bus turns to Wuzhen. There is no way. There is no airport here, only the car left.

As for Jiangnan, he has heard of it. In his heart, he thinks it is a very romantic place.

Walking on the street, the willow painting bridge, the willow fields are boundless, drizzle, warm and soft hit on the head and body, there is no desert smoke, there is no gold, there is only tenderness.

What a small town hidden in the city!

Since he set foot on the stone steps of Wuzhen, Ruan Hanyu felt that he was fresh and clear, relaxed and comfortable. The gentle drizzle hit his face, as if there were two small hands rubbing his skin. It was endless freehand brushwork and enjoyment.

Such a feeling suddenly reminds him of a person, the woman who is deeply buried in his heart, who once used such a pair of small hands to go through his hair and touch his face, which makes his heart beat.

The softness in the bottom of my heart was suddenly pulled out, the faint pain, the pain in my eyes.

"Mr. Ruan, the chemical plant is not far from here. Are we Liancheng asked in a low voice.

"Don't worry, first find a hotel to stay, after a few days of investigation." Ruan Hanyu said without thinking.

"Good." Lian Cheng nodded, "I'll go to the hotel first."

Ruan Hanyu looked up at the sky. It was late. He didn't expect that it was already afternoon when he flew to Wuzhen from city a early in the morning. He was attracted by the different scenery in the south of the Yangtze River. He wanted to relax for a few days and make a conclusion after having a good investigation.

Although it is such a primitive Town, full of amorous feelings, it is still surrounded by the modern atmosphere. On the other side of Wuzhen street, there are many modern buildings, not high-rise buildings, all of which are used as hotels, restaurants and numerous shops.

Compared with the modern style there, Ruan Hanyu is more fond of the Jiangnan style on this side. Therefore, when Liancheng told him that the biggest restaurant in Wuzhen had collapsed, he flatly refused. Instead, he chose an antique tavern on this side of the river, built on the river, with bamboo houses and bamboo houses, to create a pure Jiangnan water diversion.

On the same day, he put down his luggage in the restaurant. After dinner, Ruan Hanyu was so interested that he came downstairs and started to walk along the street.

Everywhere are rows of old houses, crisscross rivers, connected by half moon arch bridges.

Ruan Hanyu lingers on those narrow streets, his stiff suit, tall figure and almost perfect face add a lot of color to this ancient town.

Many passers-by turned to him.

Ruan Hanyu's mouth slightly tilted, and he didn't care about other people's eyes. He was immersed in this antique atmosphere.

Unconsciously, he walked into a narrow alley, which was really narrow, narrow enough to accommodate only the next car to and fro, and he walked slowly.

Enjoying the scenery on both sides.

An old man, with a gray beard, was concentrating on making ginger Tang on the street. The smell was very good. The smell of ginger attracted his stomach. He took out 20 yuan from his bag and bought a small bag.

Here is your change The old man laughed and spoke with a kind face.

"Oh, keep the change." Ruan Hanyu picked up a piece of ginger candy in his hand and put it into his mouth. It was sweet and slightly spicy. It tasted very good. When he saw the fifteen yuan note handed over by the master, he laughed and shook his head.

"That's not right. My ginger candy has always been the same price. You look like an outsider. I've been in ginger candy business all my life. I've never cheated others or overcharged others. What I want to do is this flavor." The grandfather said solemnly, and handed back the change to Ruan Hanyu.

Ruan Hanyu had no choice but to take it back.Sure enough, the folk customs here are ancient and simple, and they are very human.

Bursts of baby's cry came from the front, the child's voice was very loud, and he was crying intermittently, as if he had been wronged, or he couldn't find his mother. The cry was louder and louder, as if he was fighting for something.

Suddenly, I heard such a cry. I don't know why, Ruan Hanyu's heart was a kind of miniature, and a kind of different feelings poured into his heart.

Whose children are not cared for by adults? He shook his head slightly, and his inexplicable face became unhappy.

As if seeing his uneasiness and discontent, the old man laughed again: "young man, the child is weaning. At this time, the child will cry because he is not used to leaving his mother's arms. That's OK."

Ruan Hanyu understood his grandfather's explanation, and then he went forward with a smile.

When I passed the courtyard, I looked at the place where the child was crying. Then I walked slowly.

Mu Qingzhu hurried home with an oil paper umbrella. It's a little late today. I don't know how Xiaobao is now. Is he very hungry.

Because of the home visit, the time was delayed. Although rice paste was prepared when I went out in the morning, the little guy who didn't drink breast milk would make a lot of trouble. His mother's legs and feet were inconvenient, so she would be tired of greeting him.

And this little guy is very stubborn and arrogant. Compared with someone, he is only better.

If you can't get what you want, you'll cry and fight for your life. Every time you cry, you'll be hoarse and blue, which makes her headache!

Light and rapid steps toward the front, such as flying, sure enough, far away came the little guy's crying, listen to the voice has been hoarse, I don't know how long it has been crying!

All of a sudden, my heart aches!

Three steps and two steps rushed in, picked up Xiaobao, patted him, and whispered softly: "Xiaobao, my mother is back, don't cry, don't cry."

Her soft words soon made the little guy's keen nerves feel love, and his lips opened, and he began to cry again,

however, this time, the cry changed, not so hissing, heart cracking and lung cracking. The cry was full of coquetry. His face was so wronged that his eyes and nose were all kneaded together, and his mouth was still out of control It's like being wronged by heaven.

Mu Qingzhu knew that he was affectable, but when he looked at his face crying purple and his lips were white, he was very distressed. He hugged him and coaxed him to kiss him. After a long time, he stopped. His hands went straight to her chest, and his lips arched to her chest.

Mu Qingzhu smiles bitterly!

Sure enough, this guy just wants to drink breast milk!

In order to reward him for his grievance, Mu Qingzhu didn't refuse him any more, just like him!

The little guy became more and more proud. He grabbed his mother's nipple in one hand and chewed the other one in his mouth. It was delicious.

"Qingzhu, I'm still used to him when I'm one year old. I don't know when I can break the milk." Wu Xiuping sighs and shakes her head beside her. Her daughter is too hard. She loves her daughter. After weaning early, her daughter can be relaxed.

Mu Qingzhu just smiles and caresses the little guy's pink face with his hand. He says, "let him be a little older, and he won't be three years old.".

Maybe it's telepathy. The little guy seems to see through her mind, and suddenly smiles sweetly in her arms.

"What a villain." When Mu Qingzhu saw his smiling face, he was very happy that he was tired of being busy all day.

On the path outside the courtyard, a slender figure was walking slowly.

When Ruan Hanyu walked back and passed the small courtyard, he looked at it involuntarily. The crying of the children in the room was gone. He could not say that it was quiet and peaceful.

The iron gate fence is not well fenced yet. It's shaking gently. It's obvious that someone came out or went in just now.

It seems that the little guy's parents have come back and calmed down his crying.

My heart is shallow and sentimental, walking slowly towards the end of the alley.

That night, Ruan Hanyu was very tired, but he couldn't sleep until late at night.

The smell in the air was moist and warm. It seemed that there was always a kind of uneasy smell mixed in it, which made his mind uneasy and the five gods did not make the decision.

The next day, he was not in a good mood. As usual, he just played in the upper reaches of the town and didn't care about his work.

When muqingzhu came back to school the next day, Kuang was sitting in the office with a worried face.

She was a little strange and asked softly, "what's the matter with you, President Kuang?"

Kuang sighed and stared at Mu Qingzhu's white face. After a while, his face turned red and he said, "Mr. mu, there are several more children who have left school today."

Wood clear bamboo a listen, show eyebrow twist into a straight line, is also full of worry.

"Is it all because of this crisis?" She looks very serious.

"Yes, now the chips produced by the chemical plant can't be sold. The people are slack and a lot of raw materials are piled up. The factory has sent several groups of sales personnel to several provinces, but they can't find a good sales channel. The other party either keeps the price low enough, or because of the inconvenient transportation, no one wants them. If it goes on like this, it will close down next month. Now the factory has been several years I haven't paid my salary for three months. I'm all in a bad mood. I don't want my children to go to school. " Kuang sighed.

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