There is a saying that people in the entire East Asian cultural circle are too deeply influenced by Confucianism and live too introverted and deep lives, so when communicating, they often need to use alcohol as a bridge.
After a few drinks, all the rules and regulations are thrown aside and we can really start a conversation.
Just like in the Gu family's house at this moment, all the men, young and old, are drinking. Under the influence of alcohol, some questions that are usually difficult to ask and words that are difficult to say can be easily talked about.
This time, Professor Han, who had completely abandoned his identity and let himself go, flicked the ash from his cigarette and put down his wine glass, "Brother Gu, why didn't your boss come back for the New Year?"
Gu Daqiang smiled and sighed, "Young man, busy! He said he couldn't leave because of work."
Han Zhiyuan pouted slightly, "I didn't expect that we have some similarities in this regard. Let's meet each other!"
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"My brother?"
In the small room on the second floor, Gu Haitao was stunned, put down the bottle, and was a little surprised.
Huo Qianli had already completed his "output" on the other three people, successfully making them full of fighting spirit again. The rest of the drinking party was naturally filled with casual chats and light-hearted topics, which inevitably brought up Gu Haitao, the big brother who had never appeared.
"He has nothing to say!" Gu Haitao was unexpectedly disdainful of his elder brother, and said with a pursed mouth: "He is obsessed with money every day! After graduation, he only came home once in the first year, and in the past two years he said he was busy and had no time to come back! To put it bluntly, he thinks his family is too poor! A son will not think his mother is ugly, and a dog will not think his family is poor. He is a college student, but he has read so much that he has become a dog!"
"If you're talking about your brother, just talk about your brother. Don't bring up the college students. You're sweeping everyone under the same brush!" Xiao Yao, who was drunk, scolded with a smile!
"Don't be so arbitrary!" Huo Qianli regretted bringing up this topic after hearing this, and quickly said, "Maybe your brother is really busy with work. Don't make random guesses. You can't jump to conclusions without investigation, understand?"
"That's right!" Lao Zhou echoed, raising the bottle, "Come on, drink!"
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The men had a great time chatting and got excited while drinking, but fortunately, women didn't seem to have to go through so much trouble, as they naturally had countless topics to talk about.
In the master bedroom, Cheng Suqing and Mrs. Jiang sat side by side on the sofa, with a thin quilt on their legs to keep warm, watching TV and chatting idly.
No one could tell that this was the combination of a department director of a Provincial People's Hospital and a housewife who was busy with housework in the countryside every day.
This time, Cheng Suqing, like Han Zhiyuan, came here to let go of themselves, to adapt to the local customs and to be happy.
Cheng Suqing smiled and said, "Sister, the jelly today is so delicious. Who made it? Would it be convenient for you to have another portion tomorrow?"
"Well! That's easy!" Sister Jiang smiled meaningfully, "It's hard for others to say, but if you want to eat it, it's absolutely okay!"
"Huh? What do you mean?" Cheng Suqing asked puzzledly.
Sister Jiang raised her eyebrows. "That was done by a young girl. Her craftsmanship is good. I can't even catch up with her! The key is that she is very beautiful!"
Cheng Suqing's expression changed. "Could it be, her? With my Qianli? Them?"
Sister Jiang nodded proudly and smiled: "Everyone in our village said they are a perfect match!"
"This Qianli! He didn't even tell me about such a big thing!" Cheng Suqing looked angry, "I'll talk to him tomorrow!"
"Oh! Young people are so shy!" Sister Jiang stretched out her hands, touched them lightly with her thumbs, and unconsciously lowered her voice, "Besides, it seems that they haven't made it clear yet."
Cheng Suqing squeezed in the direction of Jiang Sao Sao, full of interest, "Tell me about this girl? What are her parents like?"
Sister Jiang recalled, "That was more than 30 years ago. A teacher came to our village. He was very clean and good-looking, just like Cadre Huo now."
Cheng Suqing liked to hear people praising Huo Qianli and smiled happily. At the same time, she instantly established the image of the teacher in her mind.
Sister Jiang then told the story of how the teacher used his knowledge and personality to win the favor of everyone in the village, especially young women of marriageable age.
Cheng Suqing's childish nature came out, and she asked with a smile if she was among the girls who liked the teacher.
Sister Jiang blushed and after a while she said shyly, "Don't tell Gu Daqiang."
Then she talked about how Jiang Qingyue's mother boldly pursued love and finally succeeded in living together. Teacher Jiang was not only good-looking, well-educated, and had good character, but was also good at farm work. The couple managed their daily life very well, which made everyone envious.
What happened next finally gave some people an excuse. Jiang Qingyue's mother had been pregnant for several years, but she finally got pregnant and gave birth to two daughters. Many people privately ridiculed her for being a loser, but unexpectedly, Teacher Jiang didn't mind at all and loved her two daughters very much.
"Then!" At this point, Mrs. Jiang suddenly sighed, her eyes dimmed, like a dark cloud floating across the clear sky, "Teacher Jiang saved some money over the years and wanted to make his family live a better life. When he was renovating the house, he fell from the upstairs and hit his head."
She looked at Cheng Suqing and said, "We sent her to the town hospital, but they couldn't save her."
Cheng Suqing herself is an expert in the medical system and has a clear understanding of the medical level in rural areas more than 20 years ago. She sighed softly.
"Hey, so that's what you mean by life!" Sister Jiang patted the quilt on her legs, "We envied her so much back then, but in the end, her good life only lasted for a dozen years. Many people advised her to remarry. She is indeed good-looking, and even if she has two burdens, there will definitely be someone willing to marry her. In our mountain village, there are still many bachelors who can't find a wife."
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