The moving of things is mainly done by two young men, Dongdong and Song Yi.
An Hua asked them to put the things in the designated place, and then paid attention to Xiao Chen, "Comrade Xiao Tiezhu, the movement is over, and the politics should fade from our lips. Next, we should carry out the construction of spiritual culture."
Xiao Yu stood there and watched for a while. "Oh, petty bourgeoisie is petty bourgeoisie, and it's also very spirited. Comrade, you are really good at language packaging."
An Hua glanced over and said, "From your tone, I can tell you have a lot of complaints about me."
"Hey, that's not the case. Don't accuse me." Xiao Chen half raised his hands and quickly clarified.
An Huan glanced at him, hummed slowly, and then walked past him.
Xiao touched his nose. What does this mean? Could it be that he is angry?
Xiao Chen sat on the sofa and spread out the newspaper, but his eyes kept glancing at An Hua.
"Put this ornament here, put the vase on the table, and put that set of teacups in the cupboard first, and take them out when you need to..."
An Hua put all the things she brought back today on display, and the originally simple environment immediately gained a touch of gorgeous retro style.
There is a small viewing platform where the living room on the first floor connects to the dining room. There is only a large floor-standing vase on it. The porcelain quality of the vase is good, but the bright red peony pattern on the vase is very vulgar.
This bottle has been there since they moved in. I don't know if it belongs to the organization or was left by the previous owner.
An Hua stood there, looking at the big vase and muttering to herself, "Move the vase away and put a Steinway piano in it..."
When he turned around, he bumped into Xiao Chen.
"There's no sound on the road, you scared me to death!"
Xiao Xiao smiled shamelessly, "I called you but you didn't respond. What are you thinking about?"
An Hua: "How can I use words to better describe my petty bourgeois behavior so that you, old man, won't be so dissatisfied?"
Xiao Xiao paused and muttered, "What a weird thing." He then pulled Dong Dong over and asked, "How did the piano and shit get together?"
Dongdong looked at his father, confused, and after a while he realized, "Are you talking about the Steinway piano?"
Xiao: "Ah, yes, yes, yes."
Dong Dong: "Dad, you don't understand this. Steinway is a brand of piano."
Xiao Xiao glared, "Isn't it normal that I don't understand?"
Dongdong smiled and said yes.
At this time, An Hua, who had left, came back and said to Xiao Xiao, "By the way, if you have time, come and watch a movie with me someday."
"Okay, let's go to the club to watch it?" Xiao Chen was very happy, "Then let's do it tomorrow. I'll ask them to play "The Selling Girl". Don't you female comrades like to watch this?"
"Who are the lesbians? How many lesbians do you know?"
Xiao Xiao hurriedly said: "No, I heard it, I heard it."
An Hua: "Your story is outdated. Nowadays, lesbians like to watch "The Chase"."
Xiao Qi thought about it and said, "What kind of movie is this? I've never heard of it."
An Hua: "Japanese movies are popular all over the country now."
Xiao Chen's expression suddenly changed, "Japanese movies? I won't watch them."
An Hua: “….”
Xiao Chen: "If you want to go, go by yourself. I'm not interested in these petty bourgeois things."
An Hua was disappointed. She had originally wanted to try to go on a movie date with Tie Zhu.
"Then I'd better go with Tiantian! And bring the twins with me!"
Xiao looked down on him.
Not only do I have to be a small business owner, but I also have to take care of the children.
An Hua put the gramophone in the study and played a song by Zhou Xuan. The humming and humming voice sounded, adding to the atmosphere of the Republic of China.
An Hua supported her chin with one hand, clapped her hands with the other, and sang along quietly.
Xiao Chen passed by the door and saw it, and sighed sadly.
This house is about to be conquered by the petty bourgeoisie!
Before going to bed at night, An Hua took a shower and changed into a cheongsam.
She hid the cheongsams in the space before exercising and took out a few of them. However, An Hua currently has no plans to wear it outside. She just wants to enjoy it in private and wear it for Comrade Tiezhu to see.
An Hua was born with fair skin, and the green cheongsam made her skin look even whiter than snow. The thin brocade wrapped around her delicate and graceful body, which swayed as she walked, which was captivating.
But her black hair was braided into a bun and hung behind her head, making her face look like a female student in the Republic of China, innocent and pure.
Xiao Chen was stunned.
An Hua curled her lips and asked, "Does it look good?"
Xiao Xiao nodded blankly.
"This is petty bourgeoisie, you won't criticize it?"
Xiao Chen jumped up from the bed, stretched out his long arms, and pulled the person under him.
"Not only do I need to criticize, I also need to fight."
One hand was playing with the hips through the thin fabric.
"Fight hard!"
Xiao Yu did what he said and was indeed ruthless. An Hua slept until nine o'clock the next day and was late for work.
Xiao Chen, who had won the struggle, had already arrived at the office refreshed.
He sat there happily savoring it for a while, then made a phone call.
"Get me a piano. A Steinway."
"What the hell! You don't even understand this. Steinway is a brand of piano!"
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