C297

Chapter 297 - Heart beating

Xiao Yi only chuckled, then looked at the dumbstruck Zhang Yuan Yuan, and mocked: Yuan Yuan, how do I address you from now on?

However, when Yuan Yuan heard these words, it sounded like a ridicule.

He thought about the ridicule he had towards Xiao Yi from the bottom of his heart, and how he treated Xiao Yi as a villain who had come to send gifts to curry favor with his father. Furthermore, he angrily chased Xiao Yi out of the old house. It was a gift sent by Xiao Yi that Xiao Yi had ridiculed him.

So it turned out that the person whom he had fought so hard for was his uncle.

Thinking of this, Zhang Yuan Yuan immediately snorted coldly. She turned her face away and pretended to ignore Xiao Yi.

"Cough cough …" Secretary Zhang immediately coughed lightly two times before opening his mouth to help the two of them out, "You youngsters, there is no need to care about your seniority. Brother, just call her Yuan Yuan from now on.

"Dad, Yuan Yuan is my breast name. How can he call out that name? " Hearing that, Zhang Yuan Yuan was unhappy.

Zhang Weimin laughed lightly, looked at Zhang Yuan Yuan and said: "If that's the case, then in the future, Xiao Yi will call you Niece."

"Don't." When he thought of himself being called niece by such a young man at such a young age … … This Yuan Yuan, immediately got mad, "In the future, just call me Yuan Yuan."

He made a choice between and his niece's name, so Yuan Yuan chose the latter.

Xiao Yi, who was at the side, saw that Yuan Yuan still had some unhappiness on her face. Immediately, she secretly snickered twice, and actually started to instruct the little girl: "Yuan Yuan, go make a pot of tea. "Old brother and I will enjoy the calligraphy in the study today."

"What?" Zhang Yuan Yuan was so angry that her face turned cold, she gritted her teeth and said hatefully: "You actually dare to instruct me?"

"Ah …" Xiao Yi pretended to reveal a look of astonishment, and looked at Zhang Yuan Yuan who was so angry that her face was pale, and slowly asked: Yuan Yuan, am I not your Little Uncle? For such a small matter, can you really not be ordered to do so? "

"No orders." Zhang Yuan Yuan did not hesitate, she immediately enunciated word by word, drawing in her last word, expressing her protest.

However, Zhang Weiming remained silent. At this time, after hesitating for a moment, he looked at Zhang Yuan Yuan, and softly ordered: "Yuan Yuan, go brew a pot of tea. "Brother, it's rare for me and my brother to be in high spirits today. Let's enjoy the calligraphy in this study."

Zhang Yuan Yuan, who was about to reject Xiao Yi, saw his father speak up. Finally, there was no longer any reason for him to refuse. Glaring hatefully at Xiao Yi, he bellowed: "The tea is served, it's not yours."

Xiao Yi looked at the furious Zhang Yuan Yuan, and a bitter smile appeared on her face. Then, he looked at Zhang Weimin, the older brother, for help.

"You youngsters don't need to be so angry." When Zhang Weimin saw Xiao Yi's pleading look in his eyes, he immediately helped him out, "Young man, we have a lot of things to discuss together. The two of you should be more intimate. It just so happens that Xiao Yi isn't married, and you aren't married, Yuan Yuan. "

"Hmph." Zhang Yuan Yuan angrily walked out of the study room with an angry look on her face. Looking at her attitude, she was basically going head to head with Xiao Yi. If you want to get close to them, that's an ant sitting on the sofa.

However, Xiao Yi who was standing in the study room, revealed a sinister smile. Looking at Zhang Yuan Yuan's beautiful figure, she pretended to be unintentional and spoke slowly: "Big brother, just now in the bathroom, I was already close to Yuan Yuan. Furthermore, Yuan Yuan even told me the joke of a sow climbing the tree, it's really funny. "

Zhang Yuan Yuan who had just walked out of her study heard Xiao Yi's words. Suddenly, a flushed face turned around. Both of his eyes were spitting fire as she looked at Xiao Yi, and shouted loudly: "Your heart is beating faster, you f * cker!

I will remember you for the rest of my life, Xiao Yi! "

With a thump, Zhang Yuan Yuan finally left in a fit of rage.

He then left behind the baffled Xiao Yi, looked at the similarly stupefied Old Secretary Zhang Weimin, and laughed awkwardly: "This joke, isn't funny at all."

Zhang Weiming nodded in agreement. He forced out a few lines of smile and said, "Yuan Yuan, this girl, is actually not bad. Maybe there was a charcoal fire downstairs today. Sky dry matter is dry, easy to fire. This little uncle of yours, you should take on some responsibility. "

"Fine." Xiao Yi no longer continued with this topic and instead changed the topic. "Big Brother, the words you wrote last night, are similarly not bad. I can tell that Yuan Yuan is back, and you're in an excellent mood … "

After a while, Xiao Yi and Old Secretary began to quietly chat in the study room. From between the lines, they began to talk.

Zhang Yuan Yuan made tea downstairs as she scolded angrily: "Xiao Yi, you scoundrel. You actually shamelessly let me make you a cup of tea. I think I should make you a pot of rat poison. I'm going to let you die and watch the sow climb the tree. "

Upstairs, Xiao Yi shuddered lightly.

After drinking the word of appreciation, Old Secretary left them to have lunch together. That Yuan Yuan was sitting at the table beside him. It seemed that she really hated sitting at the same table as Xiao Yi. A pair of chopsticks jabbed at the porcelain bowl, causing it to clink non-stop.

"What, is Yuan Yuan's food tasty?" Zhang Weimin finally raised his head and looked at Yuan Yuan, and asked.

"No." immediately put down his bowl and chopsticks, stood up and said: Looking at the face of a certain someone, my appetite is already full.

Then, Yuan Yuan put down her chopsticks. She walked to a nearby red charcoal fire and picked up a scroll and started reading it.

The word in Zhang Yuan Yuan's hand, was precisely the word that Old Secretary Zhang Weimin had taken down from the study. Just now in the study room, he had been talking about this word, and it seemed like he was not done yet. The Old Secretary took it downstairs and while the dishes were still being served, he took the opportunity to carefully examine the words for a while, unwilling to part with it. When she was eating, she casually placed the letter on the tea table beside him.

As he stared at the scroll, Yuan Yuan was unable to let go of it. His eyes lit up as he fully immersed himself in the charm between the lines.

"Tsk tsk tsk, good calligraphy." This Zhang Yuan Yuan had studied calligraphy for many years already. At this time, she opened her mouth and praised, "Like the flowing clouds and flowing water; flowing in all directions; jumping about in the cave; and being gentle and unyielding." "The hidden edge shows its edge, while the exposed edge also shows its hidden edge. The exposed end of the brush comes to a sudden halt, as if a sharp knife had been cut, and the hanging needle has been drawn in a straight or curved way; the lifting and pressing of the brush is distinct, the drawing force is strong; it is also thick and thin, without any tact or politeness, and it is also in the middle side, neither dry nor wet."

This piece of Yuan Yuan's evaluation, was actually quite accurate. In the end, she had gone to another country and had seen the greater world. Now, he was full of energy and vigor. Obviously, after seeing the good stuff, her heart began to surge.

Xiao Yi and Zhang Weimin were still sitting by the side of the table, talking with their eyes squinted. A white steam rose from the lamb hotpot on the table. Xiao Yi and Old Secretary raised their glasses and clashed it against each other with glee.

"Oh right, I heard that you went to the capital and did some important things." Old Secretary Zhang Weimin suddenly raised his head. He looked at Xiao Yi and asked.

"I can't say it's a big matter, but I went to wander around for a while." Xiao Yi drank his wine absentmindedly, and replied casually.

"You, ah, always have a look of disapproval." The Secretary Zhang laughed and scolded, then his tone became serious: "That Ye Liuyun, he was born in one of the four great families, the Ye Family. Behind him was a huge power and a huge amount of money. "From now on, you must be careful when you go to the capital."

"It's fine." Xiao Yi smiled boldly at Secretary Zhang's kind reminder: "In this world, there are many people that I cannot afford to offend from the beginning. However, in the end, they were the ones who couldn't offend me anymore. The glory of life lies in suppressing my rivals. In the future, if I have the chance, I'll make another trip to the capital. Then, I will definitely stomp that Ye Liuyun under my feet with hatred. "

Towards this Xiao Yi's speech, Zhang Weimin just laughed. He picked up the wine cup in front of him and downed it in one gulp. Then, he wiped the wine that was dripping from the corner of his mouth and said: "Looks like I'm old. "You have lost a lot of courage. From now on, this world belongs to you, young people."

The two of them seemed to have been friends for a long time, gulping down large mouthfuls of meat and drinking wine. His bold words were filled with a sense of satisfaction. Zhao Xing sat at the side with a calm expression and placed the peanuts on the plate into his mouth.

After eating his fill, Xiao Yi leaned on the sofa. He rubbed his stomach with a joyful expression on his face.

Suddenly, Xiao Yi discovered Zhang Yuan Yuan beside him. He was staring at the word in his hand with infatuation. Taking a look, the character was exactly the wild grass that Xiao Yi himself had written down in the past.

Immediately, Xiao Yi laughed: "Compared to me, how is the writing of this character?"

"Compared to you?" That Yuan Yuan turned her head and looked at Xiao Yi who brought his hot face over. Snorting coldly, she declared in a ruthless manner, "You should say this, you don't even have the qualifications to compete with others. This wild grass was beautifully written. She was open and uninhibited, but her charm was hidden. Every single stroke was as though an army of ten thousand horses roaring in rage as the river surged by. This kind of wild grass could be called calligraphy treasure. Furthermore, she was able to write such an impressive and domineering line of words. Surely, the calligrapher who wrote this was a true man with great ambition and poetry in his heart. How can I be like you, born to be a wretched scoundrel. "