Chapter 44 Have you seen what a family tree looks like?
Jian Qingyi glanced at Jian Yiwei beside her.
Just bear with it!
"Xiao Jing, don't learn from her. She is lazy and eats a lot every day..." Mao Chunqiao became more and more excited as she spoke.
"Grandma..." Jian Yiwei called out dissatisfiedly.
Jian Qingyi quietly tugged at the corner of Jian Yiwei's clothes, glanced at the sofa, indicating that there was someone else over there.
Jian Yiwei pursed his lips and sat down on the bench next to Jian Qingyi.
That way, he was obviously unhappy.
Mao Chunqiao in the kitchen seemed to realize something and stopped talking.
Jian Qingyi lowered her head and continued to sew her sachet, without any emotion, as if the person Mao Chunqiao had just talked about was not her.
Thanks to the presence of Jian Yiwei and Lu Yujing, the "big Buddhas", the meal was quite peaceful.
The sachet was also completed by Jian Qingyi in a hurry.
She carefully checked it again to make sure there were no flaws before handing it over.
"Give!"
Lu Yujing reached out to take it and gently stroked the gentian flowers on the sachet.
Jian Qingyi didn't pay much attention to it. She stretched and turned to tidy up the needles and thread, scissors, rags and remaining dried flowers on the low cabinet.
Thinking that today's drawing was not yet finished, her hands moved faster.
After returning to the cabin and locking the door, Jian Qingyi took out the picture book from the island.
With her extraordinary memory, she quickly wrote and drew in the picture book.
Suddenly, there was a series of "crackling and banging" sounds outside the window.
Then came the wailing of women and children.
There were also voices of men cursing.
The pen in Jian Qingyi's hand paused for only a moment, and then returned to its previous state.
But the conversation in the living room suddenly stopped.
Given Jian Zhongliang's personality, she didn't find it strange.
really……
Not long after, the voice of Jian Zhongliang trying to stop the fight came from the opposite building.
Then there was the drunken quarrel between the men.
Because the sounds were too mixed, Jian Qingyi couldn't hear clearly.
Only occasionally could I hear one or two sentences whose voices broke due to excessive excitement.
What are you doing? You're looking at the pot while having the food in your bowl.
What does it mean that he has taken a fancy to his wife?
What do you like to do?
Jian Qingyi curled her lips and chuckled.
Sun Qiang, that unscrupulous guy, never disappoints anyone.
Because his wife didn't give birth to a boy for him, which ended the Sun family's lineage, Sun Qiang had a small quarrel every three days and a big fight every five days.
Drinking cat urine will disturb the neighbors.
At the beginning, neighbors would try to persuade them.
After a while, everyone got tired of persuading me.
What's more, Sun Qiang is a person who has no manners when drinking. Anyone who tries to persuade him will be scolded.
It's a completely indiscriminate attack.
Even dogs passing by his door would be kicked twice.
The most important thing is...
While the person trying to stop the quarrel was still feeling upset about being caught in the crossfire, the couple had already become very loving and affectionate.
Over time, no one wanted to care about their family's troubles anymore.
But there are also those who are stubborn...
Just like the original owner's scumbag father.
She is sometimes quite curious.
Although he was not kind to the original owner, he didn't let her freeze or starve, and he even paid for the original owner, who always fell behind in the class, to go to high school.
It is said that he was good to the original owner, but he didn't care about her at all. Even when Mao Chunqiao arranged a marriage for the original owner, he didn't stand up and say a word.
If the original owner had not fallen into the water and returned to heaven, if she had come here, the original owner might have really married the pig butcher whose wife had died and had a child.
Jian Qingyi finished all five drawings, but the building opposite was still noisy. She put away her drawings, went into the island to take a shower, and when she came out after drying her hair, the building opposite had finally quieted down.
She pulled the quilt over her and snuggled into the bed.
As the lights went out, a faint moonlight filtered through the curtains into the cabin.
In the small building diagonally opposite, a tall figure stood by the window.
"Political Commissar, the sheets and quilts are all new, the basin and kettle have been washed, and the cups and handkerchiefs have been washed with boiling water." Jian Yiwei said respectfully.
Lu Yujing nodded slightly.
Knowing this gentleman's temper, Jian Yiwei said nothing more and turned around to close the door.
"Shh!"
Jian Yiwei was just about to go back to his room to sleep when a head popped out from the door nearby.
Seeing him looking over, Jian Zhongkang waved at him.
Jian Yiwei glanced at the closed door behind him and walked over quietly.
"What's the matter?" he asked in a low voice.
Jian Zhongkang pulled him into the house.
The door then closed gently.
"What's the matter? You're still so mysterious." Jian Yiwei couldn't help laughing when he saw his parents acting like thieves.
"Keep your voice down!" Jian Zhongkang glared at him.
"What's going on?" Jian Yiwei lowered his voice.
Wang Xiujuan felt sorry for her son and pulled him to sit beside the bed.
Seeing this, Jian Zhongkang also sat on the chair at the head of the bed.
He glanced at the closed door before whispering, "What do your political commissar's parents do?"
"Dad, why are you asking this?" Jian Yiwei looked surprised.
I don't understand what his father is up to.
"Just answer whatever I ask you. Why do you ask so many questions?" Jian Zhongkang lowered his voice very low.
"Our political commissar's father is the leader of our city, and his mother is the director of our art troupe." Thinking that this was not a secret, Jian Yiwei said it.
"Oh my god..."
Wang Xiujuan's eyes widened in shock.
Jian Zhongkang was also shocked.
Although I knew that Lu Yujing's family background must be extraordinary, I didn't expect it to be so extraordinary.
"Dad, Mom, why are you asking this?" Jian Yiwei was very curious.
"You said you wanted to introduce your sister to your political commissar..." Wang Xiujuan started tentatively.
"Mom, what are you thinking about?" Jian Yiwei interrupted Wang Xiujuan before she could finish.
What kind of family is the Lu family?
They were noble families whose family tree could be traced back to the Five Barbarians and Sixteen Kingdoms. They had produced many strategists and powerful officials in every dynasty, not to mention fiefs and lands.
Even in the war-torn era, the Lu family remained standing.
At the critical moment of life and death, Mr. Lu led the Lu family to fight a desperate battle with that group of thieves.
What kind of family are they?
Have you ever seen what a family tree looks like?
Can this be linked together?
Not to mention that his political commissar is the only male grandson of the Lu family's generation.
"Dad, Mom, don't think about it anymore." Jian Yiwei said with a serious face.
"Yeah!" Jian Zhongkang nodded.
Jian Zhongkang gave up the unrealistic idea.
"As your sister's brother, you have to pay attention to her affairs." Wang Xiujuan whispered.
"And Yi Yi." Jian Zhongkang did not forget his little niece.
"Yes, yes, yes! And Yi Yi, they are all sisters, you can't be biased." Wang Xiujuan quickly agreed.
Jian Yiwei: “…”
My legs feel inexplicably weak.
"Did you hear that?" Jian Zhongkang frowned unhappily as there was no response.
"I heard it." Jian Yiwei nodded.
"You also need to pay attention to your own marriage. You are already in your twenties." Wang Xiujuan said again.
"Mom, I understand. I'm going to bed first. I have to get up early tomorrow." Jian Yiwei left as if he was escaping.
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