Chapter 328

Nanxi was shocked and opened her eyes!

Regret and unspeakable discomfort turned over and over in her heart. Many of Nanxi's peers' impression of Mr. Yuan remained as an academician of the Academy of Agricultural Sciences and always won national honor. She was a great grandfather and did not have any more emotional level.

But Nanxi had to love her all her life since she was a child. No matter Zhang's grandparents or her grandparents who died very early, Nanxi loved to tell her stories of her whole life.

In particular, her grandfather, who was not a traditional capitalist, dared to break into and seize the territory. He often recalled the past and always said that the most respected person was Mr. Yuan.

In the 1960s, when there was a domestic famine and people ate people, real gold and silver could not necessarily be exchanged for food. Thanks to Mr. Yuan's discovery that rice can be self pollinated in 60 years, and his strong insistence in 61 years, he sprinkled the seeds of mutant plants into the experimental field. After repeated research and experiments, the yield of rice was greatly increased from 64 to 65, so that immeasurable people could not starve to death.

Her grandfather is not a sentimental person, otherwise he would not deliberately create a situation of checks and balances among the three brothers. But the old man who licked blood by the edge of the knife and the muzzle of the gun always said with tears when he mentioned Mr. Yuan: "the old man is using mortal body to shoulder with the gods. His great virtue is boundless."

Apricot eyes closed and observed a minute of silence. The face of his dead grandfather flashed in his mind. He felt the greatness of the people he respected, and a drop of tears fell from the corners of his eyes.

He grabbed the door frame and said softly, "I see. You told Zhang Yichen that I would sleep in tomorrow morning. He doesn't want to eat breakfast or get up early. He shouldn't come back too early."

After receiving the reply "OK", Nanxi took a heavy step to get off the bus.

Enter the gate, walk through the garden and come to the main building. Open the fingerprint lock, change the pink woolen slippers of Xiangjia, walk into the hall and don't see nanmu. The familiar smell of tomato and egg noodles comes from the kitchen.

Stop at the junction of the restaurant and the kitchen.

Looking at the busy nanmu, she sighed in a charming voice: "how fragrant, mom, give me a bowl."

The first boarding time is 11 a.m. and Nanxi arrives at the airport at 10 a.m. I made an appointment with Zhang Yichen to punch in the newly opened Genting French restaurant. Who expected me to stand up.

Nanmu's body trembled, covered her chest, slowed down for a few seconds, turned back and scolded: "smelly Nizi, scared me to death!"

Nanxi pursed her lips wrongfully and walked to nanmu.

Intoxicated to smell mom's noodles, greedily pointed to the empty bowl and said, "Mom, I'm hungry."

Nanmu glanced sideways at Nanxi. She seemed to endure something. She disliked and asked, "did you wash your hands? Go and eat after washing your hands."

"OK, I'll take a shower soon." Nanxi happily replied and turned to the bathroom on the first floor.

After twenty minutes, apply SK's ex boyfriend mask.

On the table, she put up a delicious bowl of noodles. She pressed the bright mobile phone and waited for two minutes. The mask time was immediately removed and the essence was shot evenly.

Pick up the chopsticks and say with a sense of ceremony, "I'll eat. Thank you, mom."

Eat more than half of the bowl and want to touch the belly with a little support, which visually indicates that it is delicious. Glancing at nanmu secretly, I was afraid of being scolded.

He put down his chopsticks and said seriously, "my mother's adult has achieved great craftsmanship, but my daughter's stomach is small and her capacity is limited. Please forgive me."

Nanxi's mother stared and pretended. She brought her bowl to her face and picked up chopsticks to eat the rest of her meal.

Nanxi and Huang Yi have a premise to eat and drink together. She only eats a few mouthfuls and will ask Huang Yi to ask for two straws or spoons at the same time.

The leftovers at home are generally used to feed the stray animals who come to the yard as guests. Nanxi's abnormal behavior undoubtedly makes Nanxi feel very uncomfortable. When she contacts her birthday on May 23 tomorrow, her nose is sour.

Reaching for the bowl, he said in a hoarse voice, "Mom, don't eat. I'll treat you to a big meal in the evening. There's a French dish in the building next to the international trade. It tastes great. Even my friends who open restaurants recommend it."

Zhang Yichen booked the venue all day. He couldn't come and asked Nanxi to take his friends.

Just now Nanxi was not in the mood and ran aground. At the moment, she felt especially suitable to take nanmu.

Nanxi's mother pushed away Nanxi's white hand and sighed: "Hey, old Mr. Yuan has died. Let's not waste food today and tomorrow. Let's remember him."

After that, he took his chopsticks, picked up the remaining half of Nanxi's bowl of noodles and ate it in small bites.

Nanxi relaxed a little and let the boulder press down again. She asked softly, "has the news been announced?"

Adhering to the quality of eating without speaking, nanmu said slowly after eating noodles: "The media just announced that Yichen called me as early as noon and said he couldn't pick you up. He also said that he shouldn't have been absent on a special day, but it was urgent. His friend's mental state was very bad. He told him that old yuan's physical condition, he had to take the doctor, but he was late. Hey, don't be angry with him."

"Yes." Nanxi agreed.

Nanmu picked up the dishes and chopsticks and said sadly: "When Premier Zhou died, people took a long street to see him off. I thought your generation of young people didn't like this behavior. Unexpectedly, it was reported in the news that young people in Shashi spontaneously gathered around the gate of the hospital to see him off. Many old people knelt at the gate of the hospital and kowtowed. If your grandfather were alive, they would certainly go to see him off."

Wipe out the tears that overflow your eyes. You may be afraid that your daughter, who has always been too calm, will laugh at her and say more: "people, with age, the tears are shallow. You can't see these."

Nanxi stood up, took her mother's hand and brought it into her arms. As she coaxed herself when she was a child, she gently went up and down and caressed her back.

Soft voice comforted: "Mom, you and your grandparents are really great. It is you who have built a country with nothing. We have today's good day and should thank everyone of the older generation."

The windproof and rainy mother finally took off her strength and lay down on Nanxi's shoulder and sobbed silently.

In the afternoon, Nanxi went back to the house to make up for an hour. When she got up, she smelled the familiar taste of egg noodles, and her fear rose in her heart.

Does nanmu think she wants to eat more at night?

Vaguely remembering the unpleasant but warm memory of her childhood, she went back to her hometown with nanmu to visit her grandparents. Grandma saw that she liked to eat osmanthus cake and made a lot. As long as nanmu left her, grandma sent it to her mouth.

For a long time, Nanxi was very resistant to sweet things.

Can the feelings of a lifetime remind nanmu of her grandmother and prepare to relieve her feelings?

Nanxi stood on the stairs and wandered. Because her daughter was still on a special day, she should have been happy with her mother, but she really didn't want to eat any more!

If nanmu asks for Mr. Yuan, she can't refuse.

In an instant, the pressure bent Nanxi's back and turned to the safe house.

Seeing that she is still sleeping, nanmu may, probably, should cook less?

Just took a step, let me stop: "Xiao Xi, come here."

Nanxi just wants to cry, so hesitation is a taboo in life. When she can do something, don't hesitate.

With a sad face, he went to the kitchen and couldn't lean against the door frame. He looked at nanmu eagerly and waited for disposal.

Glancing at her daughter's depressed appearance, nanmu frowned and asked, "what's the matter? Didn't you wake up?"

"I said no, can you go back to sleep?" Nanxi carefully tempted.

"No!"

Nanmu refused ruthlessly, turned back and turned off the fire of the integrated stove.

Seeing the birth of a new bowl of noodles, Nanxi stepped back and said timidly, "Mom, I really can't eat any more."

Seeing her daughter's intention to escape, nanmu smiled and said, "it's so beautiful for you. I'll make you two meals a day. Send this bowl to your father and accompany me to see your father later. Yichen said hello to the people inside. As long as they pass the inspection, your father can eat it."

Nanxi breathed a long sigh of relief.

He ran back to nanmu a few steps and helped him get the insulated lunch box. As a result, he was scolded for his kindness.

"Pay attention to your image. Don't run so fast and flustered."

Nanxi didn't care at all. The movement in her hand didn't stop. In her opinion, just don't continue to eat noodles and say a few words about the tip of the iceberg.

The mother and daughter packed up, and Feng Ma drove them to Tilanqiao prison.

It took more than 50 minutes. When the inspection passed, the surface of the insulated lunch box was glued together.

Even so, Nanfu still eats delicious.

After eating, the bandit angrily wiped his mouth, smiled at his two favorite women and praised them: "his wife's cooking is delicious, which is thousands of times better than Lao Jin who gave us the spoon. He also boasted that he worked as a chef in Marriott before he came in. He really should let him taste my wife's cooking. He was absolutely ashamed."

"You've doubled my feelings." nanmu promised that the ground was not exposed to the mountain and dew.

Nanfu took advantage of the situation to show his loyalty and swore to the ceiling: "absolutely not! I'm in there. I don't have many beliefs that can support me out. My wife's food can definitely be counted as one of them."

"Smelly." nanmu whispered.

The two of them are tired of coming and going. Nanxi sits aside like air, holding up her cheeks with both hands and squinting her eyelids.

The sweet dead man's love words came to the end of the prison visit, and Nanfu slowly thought of her.

After a few words of concern about the recent situation, he angrily asked, "your mother said you had married the smelly boy. What about others?"

The nodding apricot eyes were already hung with tears. When Nanfu asked, he immediately lowered his eyebrows. The key play was that his eyes seemed to be low but not completely low. From the perspective that Nanfu could see clearly, the misty rain filled the air, as if he had been greatly wronged.

The leg face let nanmu unscrew it. Staring at Zhongnan Xi with a warning, she sadly put away some grievances and planned to use Nanfu's mouth to scold Zhang Yichen's catharsis.

"Yichen didn't come back in time for something urgent. Last week, he took me and his mother to Hong Kong and Taiwan to buy us all the summer clothes. Before Xiaoxi's birthday, they gave me a mother's Day gift today."

Showing off his anger, he glanced at Nanxi and Nanfu fiercely, and shouted in a low voice: "I have more heart than you two."

Nanfu couldn't keep his face. He raised his eyebrows and said, "I can't help being trapped. I'll make it up for you when I go out."

"OK, I'll wait for you to come out." nanmu exchanged an agreed look with Nanfu tenderly.

Then he combined the discontent divided into two parts into one and threw it all to Nanxi through his eyes.

What can Nanxi do? She set her own game, only a mute ate Coptis.

The 40 minute visit is over.

Nanmu laments that the time is so fast, while Nanxi is sad in her heart. She must come to see Nanfu alone next time. The taste of the air background cloth is not good.

Sitting on the bus home, she may experience emotional stimulation frequently in a day. Nanmu didn't blame her for wanting to complain and talked to her about her childhood.

"When you were a child, I asked a special teacher to give you a celebrity course. Your father told me several times about this. He loves you."

Nanxi said smoothly, doubling the grievances that had just failed to be realized, Duqi's lips and pleading grievances in a low voice: "you still didn't agree with me selflessly, and insisted on allowing the teacher to carry out exclusive special training."

Nanmu raised her hand, symbolically unscrewed Nanxi's ears and said, "without my training, how much pain would you have to suffer to enter the entertainment industry? Let the popular plain stars step up their physical fitness, manners and talents. Think about their pain."

Nanxi didn't think about their pain. She wanted to retort: "you can focus on the key ways and methods. The courses you asked the teacher to arrange for me are more painful than childhood nightmares."

Also on a special day, he endured it and responded: "thank you, mom, for your wise vision."

Nanxi's mother stared back at her daughter's flattery and picked out a few more well intentioned points. She didn't change the topic until Nanxi was convinced.

"Do you know why your father hates Yichen?"

Let the ears that instill the idea of "parents' hard work" have sequelae, and then listen to other words, they will play broken exclamations by themselves.

Nanxi subconsciously replied, "well, OK."

When he realized that he had made a big mistake, he hurriedly raised his hand to cover his mouth and answered the question positively: "because Zhang Yichen is one of the few people who dare to face my father's dignity. For my father, who is used to the Bund, it is tantamount to a naked provocation."

"Ha," nanmu laughed at Nanxi's vivid description, "count one of the reasons, mainly because he will take what your father cares about most."

"Hmm? What?" Nanxi raised her vigilance and confusion. Did Zhang Yichen participate in the third uncle's power struggle?

Aware of her look change, nanmu fiercely stopped her thoughts: "of course your father cares about you most. Money and everything are in the back!"

Hearing this, Nanxi was more confused: "Mom, it doesn't make sense. If my father doesn't go in, I won't choose Zhang Yichen, and he won't support me to choose Zhang Yichen. It's hard to make a reasonable inference. Your point of view is hard to stand."

"In fact, you and Yichen have been together since childhood. They have become irreplaceable people in each other's hearts."

Nanmu abnormally took out patience and tolerated to state something Nanxi didn't want to admit: "do you remember the summer vacation when you were eight and he was nine?"

Nanxi instinctively shook her head and took out a resistant attitude: "I don't remember."

Nanmu ignored her intention to escape and slowly talked about her beautiful memories.

"That year, our two families took you to Xisha to play. She squatted on the beach to build a castle, and your father squatted behind you to dig a hole for you. He planned that when you were tired, you would sit down and sit in the hole he dug. At that time, he would pull you into his arms and pretend that the hole had nothing to do with him. His heroic image in your eyes would be incomparably tall. But he didn't calculate it. The one who helped you build a castle was afraid of the rising tide, Always pay attention to your surroundings. Inadvertently see through his tricks and catch up with him and pull you back. "