Mr. Zhang's son was a little amused and said, "Dad, if you change the house, where will we live? You can grow vegetables in the suburbs, but it's too far for us to work in the suburbs..."
Old man Zhang snorted twice: "If you want a house, go earn it yourself. This house is mine, I won't take care of you."
Mr. Zhang’s son held his forehead with his hand. He was so dignified that the provincial party secretary was scolded by his father in front of so many people.
Many people looked at the provincial party secretary with sympathy, and some were worried that he would have to sleep on the streets.
Xiangnan smiled and said, "Mr. Zhang, I don't want anything valuable. Let's be friends and give each other gifts. I don't want anything valuable, I want something from my heart."
Old Man Zhang thought for a moment and said, "I have a few valuable things, but the one you want to confide in is just a jar of paper cranes I folded when I was young. I was injured and lying in bed, and I really wanted to go to the war. I folded them when I was bored, and they're a little faded.
But I did put a lot of effort into it, and I kept it for decades."
"Okay, this is it. Mr. Zhang, wait a moment, I'll draw you a picture."
Xiangnan picked up the brush and drew another picture in a few strokes. He did it easily and freely, just like a child drawing for fun, the kind of two or three-year-old child who knew nothing.
There are actually four persimmons under the paper, with different shades of color, placed randomly. It is very simple, but the brushstrokes for each persimmon are different, with flexible use of virtuality and reality, yin and yang, and thickness.
"Very good, very good painting." Chief Ji praised it first, and then he held it up like a treasure: "I also..."
Zhang Lao quickly pressed his hand down: "This is a gift from Xiangnan, you can't take it!"
"Xiangnan, I don't have that thousand paper cranes, but I have a lark. I'd like to exchange it with you. Give me this one too!"
Xiangnan was a little amused and said, "Commander, you are Brother Huo's benefactor. If you want, I can draw a bunch of paintings for you. Please give one to Mr. Zhang."
But Chief Ji really couldn't bear to do so. He was really greedy. It was the first time he realized that he was such a selfish person. He really didn't want to give any of them to others and wanted to keep them all for himself.
Chief Ji gritted his teeth and raised his hand unwillingly: "I want to see it, you have to show me!"
"What are you afraid of? I won't show it to you. You have so many here, and I have to come and beg you to show it to me every day!" Old Zhang was speechless.
Chief Ji pulled Xiangnan and said, "Xiangnan, stay here for a few more days. I'll ask your Aunt Qin to make you some delicious food. Have fun in the provincial capital. There's a park in the east of the city. Let Huo De take you around.
There are many beautiful clothes in that department store. Nini loves shopping there. You go buy them and I’ll pay for them.”
"Okay, then I won't be polite. I'll choose carefully the clothes you gave me."
This means you have agreed to stay.
Chief Ji was very happy. Of course, there were some people among the onlookers who knew the value of it and they wanted it too!
But Chief Ji almost didn't let even Old Zhang take it, so they probably wouldn't be able to get it even if they asked, so they could only leave with hatred.
Chief Ji drove everyone away. He wanted to ask Xiangnan how the painter could draw several persimmons so simply and yet so differently.
Xiangnan and Chief Ji were discussing in the study, and Huo De was listening. Only then did he realize that Xiangnan really understood it, and not only did he understand it, but he must have practiced it countless times.
But she is only in her twenties and doesn't look like she has practiced before. So where did she practice?
Huo De became more and more curious about Xiang Nan's origins. He didn't believe that she was Xiang Jing's sister, a country girl.
Such a lively, insightful, intelligent and tactful girl cannot be produced in the countryside.
Xiangnan stayed at Chief Ji's house. Although Chief Ji drove away a group of people, there was still a group of people who stayed for dinner in the evening.
Tonight is a small advance banquet for tomorrow's main banquet, with four or five tables set up in the yard outside.
They are all the ones that Chief Ji is most familiar with.
Mr. Zhang was also there. He brought a thousand paper cranes he had folded and put them in a very old glass bottle.
"Don't be fooled by the fact that this glass bottle doesn't look very pretty. It was built by a female soldier in the army who had a crush on me. She would use this glass bottle to bring me water to drink every day.
Later, she went to the battlefield and never came back. I kept the glass bottle, and in the chaos of war, I managed to keep it from getting damaged at all."
Mr. Zhang felt a little emotional when talking about the past. Although he had no feelings for the female soldier, they were old comrades, and she sacrificed for the country, so he wanted to remember her.
Xiangnan was holding a glass bottle, which contained some paper cranes made of slightly faded pink paper. They were folded very well, and it was obvious that a lot of care had been put into them.
"Thank you, Mr. Zhang. I like this very much. I will keep it well for you. I will remember it for everyone."
Zhang Lao's eyes became red with envy, and he nodded vigorously: "Good boy, you are a good boy."
How many comrades died in battle during that era. They have no children or descendants, and even their relatives are gone. Few people can remember them.
Some didn't even have their names left.
But Xiangnan knew what he wanted to say. She held the glass bottle and told him that she would remember her for everyone.
This "she" is not just her, but so many comrades-in-arms back then, every hero who left no name and no descendants.
Chief Ji glanced at Huo De and said, "You've found a good wife. We all like her very much, but I'm afraid your Huo family won't accept her."
Huo De said calmly: "Don't worry, I believe Xiangnan can make them like her. Besides, you know that I don't have to go back to that home."
It was Grandpa Huo who insisted that he go back and inherit the family property.
He never took these things to heart before and was devoted to the army. If that family really couldn't accept Xiangnan, then they wouldn't accept him. Xiangnan would never be bound by them, let alone accept their insults and contempt.
There was no way he could get a divorce.
Chief Ji nodded and said, "You have always had the right ideas. As long as you don't bear to part with your property, they can't do anything to you."
"But my wife said that if it's given to us, we must have it. If it's not given to us, it will be given to someone else. Why shouldn't we want it?"
Chief Ji laughed out loud after hearing this: "That's right, you are their child, it would be even worse if they didn't give it to you and gave it to someone else.
I don't think this kid will suffer any loss. Maybe he can even fight against those ambitious people.
I'll ask Xiaojie to help you keep an eye on her."
Chief Ji's daughter Ji Jie married Huo De's third uncle. It was also because of this relationship that Chief Ji had the opportunity to take Huo De to the Huo family and let Mr. Huo recognize Huo De.
This is fate.
"Well, with Aunt San's protection, she will be able to do things more easily. Thank you, leader."
"Why should I thank you? Stop pestering Xiangnan and ask her to draw a few pictures for me when she's in a good mood these days. Got it?"
have no idea!
Huo De didn't want to give Xiang Nan's time to Chief Ji at all. She finally had time off from business to spend time with him, but Chief Ji took up most of it!
As the two were talking, there was a crisp "bang" sound from the other side. Huo De looked over nervously and saw Xiangnan falling to the ground, and the glass bottle in his hand was crushed to the ground and shattered.
Huo De rushed over and picked her up: "Wife, how are you? Are you hurt anywhere?"
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