"If Ziqing carries Xiaojiu on his back, wouldn't that be like Zhu Bajie carrying his wife?" Wen Yulun knew about the agreement between Wen Ziqing and Zhao Qingshan, and in his heart, he had long considered Zhou Yuanyuan a member of the Wen family. When Zhou Jiasheng asked, his answer came out without hesitation.
"Oh~! Brother Ziqing, Zhu Bajie is carrying his wife on his back~! Brother Ziqing, Zhu Bajie is carrying his wife on his back~!" Zhou Jiasheng didn't understand what his wife really meant at all. He thought it was funny and said this in a loud voice as if he was afraid that the world would not be in chaos.
Zhou Yuanyuan rolled her eyes at Zhou Jiasheng in anger. She thought that the idea of a young wife was just a joke made up by adults. She had never considered whether or not to get married in her life.
"Yulun, is there a clean guesthouse nearby? We'd like to settle down there first." Zhao Qingshan asked quickly when he saw Wen Yulun leading them towards the Wen residence. The bus station wasn't far from the Wen residence, only about three or four bus stops away, or a ten to twenty-minute walk. Zhao Qingshan and his friends, needing to find a place to stay, naturally refused to take a bus and opted to walk instead.
Zhao Qingshan thought about his family, which totaled six people, old and young! He couldn't just squeeze into the Wen family, could he? Besides, although Old Wen was hospitable, he couldn't stand up to Feng Xueying in the Wen family! Unless it was necessary, Zhao Qingshan didn't want to deal with a woman like Feng Xueying.
However, in front of Wen Yulun, Zhao Qingshan couldn't say that he didn't like Feng Xueying. He just said that he had a big family and had things to do tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, so it would be more comfortable for him to live outside.
Wen Yulun certainly knew why Zhao Qingshan was so reluctant to move into the Wen family, but as a son, he couldn't bring himself to tell Zhao Qingshan about his mother Feng Xueying's faults. The Wen family's small building was very spacious, and even if Zhao Qingshan and his family were many, they could still squeeze in. However, Wen Yulun knew that his eldest sister-in-law, Wu Xiuli, was a troublesome person and always had her eyes on him. The Zhao family was just country folk, and Wu Xiuli must have looked down on them. Rather than causing trouble and offending Zhao Qingshan later, it would be better for her to follow Zhao Qingshan's wishes and live outside.
"Uncle Zhao, don't worry. There's a guesthouse right near my house, only a five-minute walk away. It's run by our Cultural Bureau, and the environment is pretty good. I'll take you there later!" Wen Yulun thought for a moment and actually thought of a good place. The guesthouse run by the Cultural Bureau was only a five-minute walk from Wen's family compound, where the Municipal Party Committee's families lived, and the environment was quiet and peaceful. Wen Yulun knew Zhao Qingshan and the others would be satisfied.
Wen Yiran hadn't been feeling as energetic these past two days, whether it was the crowds or just exhaustion, but he was in a much worse state than when Zhao Qingshan arrived. Even if Zhao Qingshan hadn't come to Qingshan City, Wen Yulun was planning to go to Zhaojiagou to invite him over. After all, Wen Yiran carried the hopes of so many in the Wen family.
Wen Yiran's transfer order had already arrived. In three months, he would be transferred to the Kyoto Economic Development Department as Deputy Director. How could Wen Yiran start his new job while being so ill? He couldn't just watch such a great opportunity slip away, could he?
Seeing Wen Yulun's words, Zhao Qingshan no longer insisted on finding a guesthouse far from the Wen family. After all, his main reason for coming to Qingshan City was to help Wen Yiran recover, so living closer to the Wen family would be helpful. Besides, with Wen Yulun around, knowing the area well would definitely be better than just searching blindly on their own, right?
After walking for more than ten minutes, the group arrived in front of a towering building.
"Uncle Zhao, we're here, let's go in!" Wen Yulun called out.
Everyone stopped and stared at the towering building in front of them in a daze.
Zhou Yuanyuan, lying on Wen Ziqing's back, was also stunned. Looking at the imposing high-rise building before her, Zhou Yuanyuan felt that her knowledge had been refreshed. Is this a guesthouse? Is this a star-rated hotel?
Based on Zhou Yuanyuan's experience in her previous life, she thought that the Cultural Bureau Guesthouse mentioned by Wen Yulun was just a small hotel. Suddenly, she came to a place that looked like a four-star hotel in her previous life. Zhou Yuanyuan almost thought that Wen Yulun had taken the wrong way.
Zhou Yuanyuan didn't know that the Qingshan Municipal Cultural Bureau's guesthouse was famous throughout Qingshan City. Qingshan, an ancient cultural capital, had always had frequent cultural exchanges with various other cities. Cultural exchanges generally took place on a grand scale, with many participants. Therefore, to better accommodate these visitors, the Qingshan Municipal Cultural Bureau applied for permission to construct a tall building to serve as a guesthouse.
The Cultural Bureau's guesthouse was quiet, comfortable, and clean. However, not everyone could stay in such a place. If it weren't for Wen Yulun, Zhao Qingshan wouldn't have been able to even enter the guesthouse with just the few letters of introduction from Zhaojiagou.
Everyone followed Wen Yulun in a daze. A round-faced girl at the front desk saw Wen Yulun and quickly greeted him with a smile, "Director Wen, are there any guests?"
Wen Yulun is currently a researcher of ancient calligraphy and painting at the Cultural Bureau, at the deputy director level. Wen Yulun himself has beautiful handwriting. Outside, everyone who knows him calls Wen Yulun Director Wen.
Looking at Zhao Qingshan and his group, they didn't look like superiors coming for inspection or exchange scholars from other cities. The round-faced girl had been working in the guesthouse for several years and had developed a pair of sharp eyes.
Although Zhao Qingshan and his men were dressed rather rustically, revealing them to be farmers from the countryside, the round-faced girl showed no disdain. Hadn't you seen Director Wen being so polite to these people? Perhaps they were relatives of Director Wen's!
Who doesn't have one or two poor relatives in the countryside these days? Just because Wen Yulun was so respectful to Zhao Qingshan, the round-faced girl felt she couldn't offend this group of people.
"Xiaomei, are you on duty today? Hurry up and help my Uncle Zhao get four rooms." Wen Yulun said to the round-faced girl with a smile.
Wen Yulun's words concealed two meanings: first, to show that he knew Xiaomei, thus strengthening their relationship. Second, Zhao Qingshan was his elder, and he asked Xiaomei to take good care of him while he stayed at the guesthouse.
"Five rooms." Wen Ziqing suddenly spoke.
"Ziqing, go home and live with me later. Your grandpa misses you so much. Be good, okay?" Wen Yulun felt a headache. His eldest nephew hadn't even married Little Nine yet, and he was already acting like a member of the Zhao family. If he went back to Qingshan City instead of going home, his dad would be so sad to know!
"I live here too." Wen Ziqing ignored Wen Yulun's persuasion and stared at Wen Yulun with a stubborn look in his eyes. Wen Ziqing didn't like to talk, otherwise he would have asked Wen Yulun if his room was still available since Wu Xiuli and her son were here.
"Okay, okay, five rooms is five." Wen Yulun didn't think about Wu Xiuli and her son. He just chose to compromise out of habit.
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