Chapter 17 Chapter 17 "Like to act like a spoiled child?"...
During the Qingming Festival, the snow has just stopped in the north and the temperature has begun to rise. In the south, everything is reviving and spring flowers are blooming.
The black tiles and white walls in the mountain stream are lined up like stairs rising step by step to the sky, surrounded by large fields of rape flowers.
Everyone was exhausted after the long ride, but only Old Man Qin could not help but burst into poetry:
"The rapeseed blossoms and fruits are a truly beautiful sight during the Qingming Festival. Everyone should start learning early and be humble and ask more questions. This attitude is very good."
Qin Du glanced at him.
After nearly seven hours of driving, the convoy stopped in front of a beautiful village.
The first thing that catches your eye is the tall and magnificent "Qin Clan Ancestral Hall".
This is the hometown where Mr. Qin lived when he was a child.
When he was twelve years old, he and his younger brother followed their father to the distant Jinhai City to make a living. His father was illiterate and could only do some manual labor, so he followed him to help on the construction site.
They say some people are born with a benefactor. When the old man was 18, the head of the Urban Construction Bureau came to inspect and took a liking to the simple and capable young man, assigning him a job as a gatekeeper. He saw and heard so much that he gradually developed ambition and gave up his stable job to strike out on his own.
When the Rilon Group was still a small store, it happened to catch a good time and made a fortune from the real estate market. Later, it extended its hands to electronics, education, etc.
Every decision made by the old man was based on his grasp of the opportunity. He was unstoppable and expanded his territory. In just thirty years, he eliminated countless aristocratic families and firmly established himself as the largest conglomerate in the country.
This old man who can barely read or write has become a role model for all entrepreneurs.
Therefore, the old man has always believed that this poor and dilapidated little village is a Feng Shui treasure land that will bring him good fortune.
The group got off the bus and busied themselves packing their luggage.
Cheng Yunqing looked around and his heart suddenly started beating fast.
He lowered his voice and asked Liu Jingheng:
"You haven't told me yet where our destination is this time."
Liu Jingheng slowly raised her hand and pointed to the ancestral hall not far away.
"So, you should discuss it with Qin Chuyao, right?" Cheng Yunqing's voice suddenly turned cold.
Liu Jingheng nodded. This question has been asked before.
He no longer paid attention to him, lowered his eyes, and carefully observed the large rapeseed field in front of him.
The spring breeze, filled with the rich fragrance of rapeseed flowers, attracts butterflies and bees to fly around.
Liu Jingheng slowly raised his hand and tried to touch the small white butterflies surrounding him.
Cheng Yunqing looked at him for a long time, and his tense body relaxed little by little.
A spring-like smile spread across the corners of his lips. It seemed he had misunderstood. Liu Jingheng just wanted to see the rapeseed flowers. It just so happened that Qin Chuyao's hometown was surrounded by a vast sea of rapeseed flowers.
He squatted down beside Liu Jingheng, his pupils illuminated by the sea of flowers into a bright golden color.
"Liu Jingheng." His voice tightened. "I know a place where there are mountains and fields of rapeseed flowers, more than here. So next year during the Qingming Festival... let's enjoy the flowers together again."
Liu Jingheng said absentmindedly: "Okay."
Cheng Yunqing couldn't help but raise the corner of his lips, but when he realized his own loss of composure, he quickly restrained his expression.
The emotions that surged in my heart were like a sea of rapeseed flowers blown by the breeze, floating like waves.
"Liu Jingheng." The cold voice broke the warm scene in front of them at an inopportune moment.
They both looked up.
The tall man stood against the light, his expression hidden in a haze.
"After arriving at the destination, you, as the trainee housekeeper, will be responsible for arranging accommodation." Qin Du said.
Liu Jingheng looked at her empty hands in confusion. There was no list of guests staying at the hotel or their room numbers, so he had to make one up himself.
He slowly looked at the rapeseed field before him, his fingers tracing through the rainy sky:
"You, live in this field; Grandpa Qin, live in the field next to you; I live..."
He pointed to a hornet's nest on a nearby tree and said, "Here."
He loves all animals.
Qin Du looked at him for a long time, then sneered.
He leaned over, his face close to Liu Jingheng's, and spoke almost word by word:
"Then please, after you have made all the arrangements, notify everyone to go into the fields and rest."
It was clearly just an ordinary sentence, but Liu Jingheng felt that the moment it was spoken, the sky around her became even darker, and the moisture hidden in the dark clouds slanted down, making it hard to breathe.
"Okay... okay." He was so nervous that his mouth smacked.
Qin Du turned his head, pursing his lips sharply.
"Do you like to act like a spoiled child?" he said word by word.
Liu Jingheng scratched his head and said, "No."
Qin Du looked at him coldly for a moment, then turned and left.
Liu Jingheng really planned to divide the rapeseed field into N pieces, with the fat people occupying two pieces.
Fortunately, Uncle Li was worried and called to remind me.
The Qin family has always regarded this place as a Feng Shui treasure land. They built a resort here a few years ago and come back here every year to worship their ancestors. Except for Old Man Qin who goes back to the old house to reminisce with relatives, everyone else lives in the resort.
Although outsiders are not allowed to participate in ancestor worship, Qin Du included Cheng Yunqing because he might become a family member in the future.
There was no plot in the original text about the original owner arranging accommodation, and Liu Jingheng didn't know what to do.
Qin Chuyao, on the other hand, acted out of character and kept winking at him.
What it means is: I'll give you one chance. It doesn't matter whether the room faces the sun or not, but as long as I turn left when I go out, I can go directly to Yunqing's bed.
He squeezed so hard that his eyes almost blinked, and Liu Jingheng finally finished running the CPU.
Then he slowly made an OK gesture to Qin Chuyao.
Qin Chuyao smiled proudly.
As soon as he went out and turned left and entered Liu Jingheng's room, he could no longer laugh.
"You have so many tricks."
Liu Jingheng gave him a thumbs up, meaning, don't worry about me doing the job.
Liu Jingheng, with his powerful figure, stands between the protagonist and the supporting character. Because of his selfishness, the window of his room offers a panoramic view of the rapeseed flower field.
Cheng Yunqing was very satisfied with this arrangement, because as soon as he went out and turned right, he could go directly to Liu Jingheng's bed.
After the rain stops, they can sit together in front of the window to watch the stars and the moon, and talk about everything from poetry and songs to their ideals in life.
How happy and beautiful it is, how lucky I am.
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There are many preparations before the ancestor worship ceremony: counting the offerings and paper money, rehearsing the process, writing petitions, etc.
late at night.
The old man crumpled the wasted petition into a ball and threw it aside.
Although his calligraphy skills had made great progress under Liu Jingheng's guidance, he lacked the talent and his skills were at best as good as a chicken's.
The old man rolled his eyes and decided to ask Teacher Xiao Liu to take action personally.
After giving the instructions for the work, the old man just became a hands-off boss and went to chat and brag with his relatives.
After Liu Jingheng finished writing the petition, he waited and waited but the old man didn't show up. He wanted to sleep, so he took the petition and went to find the only person who had the final say.
Qin Du had just hung up the company's senior management meeting video when he saw Liu Jingheng sitting in a wheelchair with a dull look in her eyes and her feet swaying slightly from time to time.
Qin Du looked at his feet, his eyes filled with chill.
"What's the matter?" Qin Du loosened his tie and picked up the black tea.
"Biaowen, I can't find Grandpa Qin, so I'll give it to you." Liu Jingheng spoke very slowly, thinking carefully, for fear that Qin Du would think she was acting like a spoiled child again.
Uncle Li said that Mr. Qin hates people acting like a spoiled brat the most.
Liu Jingheng couldn't help but worry about her own fate.
Mr. Qin is so difficult to deal with. When his villain uncle comes online later, won’t I have to bite my tail and live with myself?
Liu Jingheng still doesn't know Qin Du's real name, nor does she care.
Qin Du took a stack of petitions from him and flipped through them one by one.
During this time, he looked up at Liu Jingheng.
It was a bit surprising. I thought it must be a great person to make the old man kick so many calligraphy teachers. Now my heart is set on Jingheng.
I have to admit that this guy has some skills.
A memorial was written in three types of fonts: regular script, running script and official script. The fonts were either elegant and lively or thick and steady, and it really had some of Wen Zhengming's style.
Qin Du flipped through the pages one by one, and when he reached the last one, his fingers suddenly paused.
In neat and handsome small characters, it is written vertically:
[Current residence: No. 012, Yinqiao Road, Jinhai City;
Presented by: Mr. Qin;
Today, on the occasion of Qingming Festival, the filial son Qin Zong has specially prepared a large amount of gold, silver and treasures for the spirit of Tang Shanping to keep for his personal use.
Liu Jingheng didn't know Qin Du's real name, so she could only use Mr. Qin instead.
Qin Du looked at the three words "Tang Shanping" for a long time.
Qin Du was silent for a long time, then asked softly:
"This shouldn't be what the old man asked you to write."
Liu Jingheng didn't respond casually this time: "Yes."
Qin Du put the petition aside. After a while, he picked it up again and read it word by word without saying a word.
Uncle Li just called and asked if Liu Jingheng had finished writing the petition, and also asked if she had written one for Mr. Qin's mother.
The name Tang Shanping was also told to him by Uncle Li.
Uncle Li also said that this petition should be shown to Mr. Qin alone and should not be seen by the old man or other people in the Qin family.
Although Liu Jingheng was curious, she also knew not to ask about other people's privacy.
But Uncle Li is a big sludge:
"Boss Qin's biological mother divorced the old master a few years ago, and they never spoke to each other until they died. According to the rules, she couldn't be buried in the Qin family's ancestral tomb after her death. But she and the old master were from the same village, and the Chinese believe in returning to one's roots. So not long ago, Boss Qin moved his mother's grave from the Longhai Cemetery back to his hometown, not far from the Qin family's ancestral tomb."
"Boss Qin actually misses his mother very much, but she is also a taboo for the Qin family, so you can just give this petition to Boss Qin quietly."
The memories ended, and Liu Jingheng looked at Qin Du.
He had been reading the memorial with his head down since just now. It took him almost half an hour to read just a few lines.
"Thank you." In the silence, these two words seemed to come from a very far away place.
Liu Jingheng looked up and turned around, looking for the source of the sound.
Finally, the answer was found from Qin Du's still open mouth.
"You're welcome," Liu Jingheng said. "My handwriting is pretty good. When you die, you can let me write your memorial."
Qin Du: "..."
"I'm sleepy. Sleep well." The cautious Liu Jingheng left these three words, pressed the electric wheelchair, turned around and left.
…
In the middle of the night, Liu Jingheng, who was sleeping, suddenly got up from the bed and did a sit-up.
He remembered the important thing that he had forgotten after thinking about it all the way in vain.
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