Wei Hong quickly joined Jiang Yuping in preparing dinner, and Xiao Jianhua also sat down on the sofa to watch Liang Damin and Qiu Jingwen play chess.
Qiu Jingwen looked at Xiao Jianhua and said:
"Xiao Jianhua, why don't you play a couple of rounds with Lao Liang? I'll go get the wine glasses first."
Xiao Jianhua quickly waved his hand:
"Director Qiu, no, no, no, I'm just a novice at chess. You two experts should play against each other. I'll watch and learn."
Xiao Jianhua was a few years younger than Qiu Jingwen, and he was just an ordinary salesman, unlike Qiu Jingwen and Liang Damin, who were both middle-level managers in the factory. Even if his chess skills were about the same as Qiu Jingwen and Liang Damin, he wouldn't have disrupted the two middle-level managers' chess game.
Qiu Shui was quite perceptive; seeing Wei Hong and her husband approach, she proactively offered them water cups and poured tea before quietly leaving.
She returned to her bedroom and flipped through the Sherlock Holmes book she had already read twice. There were two red books on the bed: one was "The Guerrilla Force Behind Enemy Lines" and the other was "Defend Yan'an." There was also a book that was not a red book, but Yu Dafu's "A Spring Night's Intoxication."
She had the idea of becoming a writer since she was in fifth grade, and Qiu Shui knew that reading more books, learning more, and accumulating more stories were prerequisites for becoming a writer.
As a result, Qiu Jingwen's home suddenly became lively.
In the kitchen and living room, Jiang Yuping and Qiuyue were preparing dinner, while Wei Hong was helping in the dining room.
She arranged the cucumber and tomato salad, sprinkled white sugar on the tomatoes, and placed the garlic cloves, chili oil, and seasonings made with vinegar and soy sauce that Jiang Yuping had prepared in individual dishes, so that they could be used as a dipping sauce for cold or hot dishes later.
When Qiu Yang returned home, the dining table was already full of dishes, and it was almost time to eat.
Looking at the table full of dishes, he felt a pang of sorrow, and tears almost welled up in his eyes.
Qiu Yang understood that such a wonderful and happy family, including the opportunity to have dinner with Liang Damin and Wei Hong, was gone just like that, or rather, there were very few opportunities left.
Once the investigation team uncovers my father's identity as a spy, and once the police find out that he is the murderer who killed Liu Han, my father will definitely never be able to return to this home again, at least not in the short term.
Filled with sorrow and helplessness, Qiu Yang greeted Wei Hong, then walked to the kitchen and greeted his mother Jiang Yuping and sister.
He knew that although his mother and sister pretended to be nonchalant and were happily busy preparing dinner, they were actually filled with anxiety and tension, each with their own thoughts and worries, but neither of them showed it on their faces.
After greeting everyone, Qiu Yang went to the living room, greeted the elders, and then went into his younger sister Qiu Shui's room.
Qiu Shui was reading a book, and a small table fan was blowing directly on her chest and face.
Upon seeing her brother enter, Qiu Shui covered her chest with her hands and laughed:
"Brother, you're here! Your sister missed you so much."
Seeing his younger sister's voice sounding somewhat mushy and even trembling, Qiu Yang asked:
"What about the autumn waters, the autumn harvest, and the autumn cicadas?"
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