Chapter 226： Good job gold plating

Chapter 226: Good job with gold plating

Unexpectedly, An Zhixia could hardly suppress the smile on her lips. There's no way she's just a common person, and she feels very happy when she sees the person who made trouble for her suffer. When she heard the extremely lively and flavorful follow-up to the second day of junior high school, she was almost hurt from laughing.

When she arrived home humming a song, she saw her brother and sister-in-law plowing the ground again with a hoe.

Fang Hongye slapped her aching waist and asked with a smile: "Have you had lunch? There are still lion heads and rice in the pot from the canteen."

After eating Roujiamo and drinking a cup of grain and soybean milk, An Zhixia shook her head. She couldn't help but cover her sore belly and began to tell them about the Xue family, "That Dongyun is also weird. She actually added so much to the bowl for guests. There were disgusting things and laxatives. In the end, we didn’t fall for it. The three of them drank it for a day and a night, and the smell didn’t leave the yard for three days.”

After An Zhiqiu laughed, he put down the **** with a long sigh, washed his hands in the yard, and called his sister and wife to come into the house. There is a two-hand-sized pear wood box placed on the dining table. Its appearance is smooth and slightly dark. It is unknown how many times its owner has touched it lovingly.

"This is what Grandma Niang Tuokang handed over to us," An Zhiqiu said, taking out a piece of wire from his pocket, and poked it into the copper keyhole a few times. After a crisp click, the lock was opened.

The people in the room couldn't help but hold their breath. An Zhiqiu opened the box solemnly.

Opening up the top layer of burgundy velvet, seven letters were revealed, which were yellowed and wrinkled with a few tear stains. They turned out to be unsent letters written by An's mother to their biological father.

An Zhiqiu touched the small regular characters on the hairpin that looked very similar to her sister's with trembling hands, and choked up: "This is my mother's calligraphy, she wrote it!"

Seeing that her brother was so excited, An Zhixia took it over, opened it one by one and read softly: "I love Qingling: This is the 237th day since you left. Our pair of lovely children were born. I finally endured it." I can’t help but miss you and the joy of having them, so I wrote this letter on the bed..."

Every year on their birthdays, An’s mother would always write a letter. Starting from the third year, she would also include photos of the three of them. The beautiful woman in the photo always had a slight sadness between her eyebrows, and the light in her eyes faded little by little. Even if there was no accident, she was ready to leave the brother and sister at any time.

The letter mostly contains details about the growth of the brother and sister, mixed with her growing longing and memories for her lover, and occasionally there are two sentences about her guilt and longing for her relatives.

In the box were a cat-shaped mutton-fat jade pendant, a pair of mutton-fat jade bracelets, a blood-stained silver pocket watch, and two rows of small yellow croakers.

An Zhixia felt that her heart had been tempered by the cruel reality, so she and her brother had a mother who had a small heart that could only hold love and could not live without a man, and a woman who only had the word Qingling and her lover. The father who died heroically on the battlefield during a close relationship?

"Brother, be happy. My mother has passed away for more than ten years, and you have married your sister-in-law and become the head of the family. We have a heroic father and have inherited this box of belongings. Shouldn't we be happy and proud?" An Zhixia frowned. He poked his brother's brows that were about to wrinkle together.

As she spoke, she put the mutton-fat jade pendant and pocket watch in the box into her handkerchief, took another third of the small yellow croaker, and pushed the remaining things to Fang Hongye, "Sister-in-law, you'd better hurry up and get it." If my brother becomes a father, he won’t miss his mother anymore.”

"Who, who misses my mother!" An Zhiqiu glared at her, looked at his sister and daughter-in-law looking at him worriedly, and sighed longly: "Well, actually, for her, this is the best destination. On the contrary, we held her back for several years.”

He took out some more small yellow croakers from the box and stuffed them into the girl's arms: "Either you take them all, or each of you takes half."

An Zhixia stuck out her tongue at him, grabbed the letters and rushed back to her room.

“Sister, why don’t you leave one for me?”

"You can just lie down in bed and hug me while you cry? Are you ashamed?" An Zhixia laughed, opened the door, replied, and closed it again.

An Zhixia felt a little sad after putting things into the supermarket. Is there anything more important than living? She is an atheist. Even if she is reborn, she still firmly believes that she only lives once! Fighting for the sake of illusory love is an extremely irresponsible behavior for oneself and his family.

Think about the ending of the brother and sister in the article. To put it bluntly, Mother An is not worthy of being a mother! It's unbelievable that her brother never forgets her.

The burning anger made her chant the Heart-clearing Mantra ten times.

“Sister, is Sister Zhixia here?” Pan Xiyu shouted in a crisp voice outside the courtyard gate.

When An Zhixia opened the door, her brother had already led people in.

Pan Xiyu jumped over, and the two sisters took her arms kindly, "Sister, didn't I help you hand in the manuscript today? It turned out that our Kyoto performance troupe will be held in the largest theater on the 7th of next month. The large-scale spring performance team competition is said to be a report to the organization. Comrades from the TV station will record it live, and audiences across the country can watch it live!

And each unit will issue a certain amount of tickets and votes.

At the end of the performance, the audience filled in their three favorite programs on the ballot. The top three performing groups will not only receive leadership awards, group competition trophies, and bonuses. The group leaders are expected to be promoted, and they will also have the opportunity to go abroad to compete with foreign friends in performances! "

"Then what?" An Zhixia wasn't too interested. Her own shows were all one-time buyouts, and it had nothing to do with her the moment she took action.

"Captain Jiang nominated you to be the director of the entire team competition. She said that being able to design such a powerful, clear and sublimated screenwriter will definitely make the entire team competition better presented to the leaders," Pan Xiyu said happily. said.

“Captain Jiang? The leader of the Mingmei Performance Troupe?”

"Yes," Pan Xiyu whispered in her ear: "Captain Jiang is a low-key person. No one knows that her aunt and brother-in-law's father is the general leader of the Kyoto theatrical performance. So she still has the right to speak, how about it, Sister Zhixia, if you take this job, you will most likely be transferred to a better department in the city center by the leaders. "

"I think it's good to be an ordinary salesperson. Such an important performance in the Kyoto Performance Troupe Competition is left to me, a little-known comrade. Does the old leader also agree? I'm afraid many actors are not convinced. They think Kyoto There is no one left, so let me, a nineteen-year-old girl with no background and qualifications, take over?" An Zhixia thought it was impossible even though she had real talent and learning.

"What's so difficult about this? Sister Zhixia, you have the deputy director in front of you and a selected performance list in your hand. You can just come up with one or two good ideas and make a good name. This is gold-plated It’s such a good job, no one can get it even if you steal it!”

(End of this chapter)