Lu Shi didn't know why Zhang Weifang made such a comparison, but he still answered honestly:
"If we have to compare, your IQ is more advantageous."
The truth is really hurtful. Lu Shi's meaning was very clear. He was indirectly saying that she was ugly.
Zhang Weifang thought about it, and a small and exquisite mirror appeared in her hand. She gently put her face close to the mirror, and saw a round and lovely face reflected in the mirror.
The girl's eyebrows were like thick willow leaves, long and slender, as if dyed with ink, or like the wings of a dancing butterfly, light and agile.
A pair of watery round eyes, as clean as a pool of autumn water, clear and bright.
The corners of Zhang Weifang's mouth rose slightly, outlining a faint smile. Her beautiful eyes were now rippling with layers of ripples, as if countless waves were rolling and jumping in them.
After looking in the mirror, Zhang Weifang was full of confidence. The self in the mirror was beautiful and radiant.
She raised her head slightly, and her gaze naturally fell on Lu Shi. At that moment, her eyes seemed to turn into a clear spring, and stars seemed to twinkle in them, bright and warm.
Such a gaze is full of tenderness and sweetness, as warm as the spring sun, which makes people fall in love with it.
"Lu Shi, am I beautiful?"
At this time, Zhang Weifang's face was flushed. Her appearance was like the summer sun, which directly burned Lu Shi's eyes and made Lu Shi, who was always calm and self-controlled, lose control.
Lu Shi came over, held Zhang Weifang's face with both hands, and kissed her eyes softly like a feather. His voice was hoarse and low:
“It’s beautiful.”
What followed was a natural movement, which made Zhang Weifang temporarily forget the previous problems.
After the exercise, Zhang Weifang thought of the previous topic again. She leaned on Lu Shi's shoulder and asked again:
"Who is prettier, me or Feng Qiushuang?"
Lu Shi was smart for once. He held the person in his arms and whispered softly:
"Of course it's you."
Although she knew it was a lie, Zhang Weifang was still very happy to hear it. Besides, she didn't think she was that bad.
All I can say is that the two people have different kinds of beauty, one has the oriental classical beauty, the other has the western Greek aesthetic.
Zhang Weifang has a rather dignified appearance, while Feng Qiushuang has fair skin and a high nose bridge, but what is even more outstanding is her figure, which is curvy, plump and fleshy.
People who know Liu Jiahua privately joke that he is so lucky to have found a wife with such high standards.
In August, Zhang Weifang received a letter from home saying that Zhang Weiren's job had changed. He became the clerk of the director of Lizhuang Commune, or a junior secretary.
The director of Lizhuang Commune was Wei Boying, the son of a high-ranking official from a certain province, who came to the countryside to gain experience and gild his resume.
He often visited various villages to inspect work, and when he arrived in a village, he would look for a place to stay with the villagers.
Perhaps it was fate that Wei Bobing happened to stay at Zhang Weiren's house when he was inspecting Shuanglong Village.
After more than a year of observation, Wei Bobing found that Zhang Weiren was smart, resourceful, down-to-earth and hardworking. Like a good horse breeder meeting a thousand-mile horse, he naturally developed a liking for his talent.
So he transferred Zhang Weiren to his side, and he was also the first confidant he cultivated.
Zhang Weifang was very happy for her brother. She knew that Zhang Weiren had always been a very motivated person and had a bright future.
However, his parents mentioned Zhang Weiren's marriage in the letter. They all wanted him to get married earlier. Unfortunately, they didn't know that their son had lofty goals and would not fall in love with ordinary people.
Besides, Zhang Weiren is only 20 years old and has countless opportunities to choose from.
Zhang Weifang had no intention of interfering in his brother's marriage. After all, it was his private matter, and Zhang Weiren didn't like others to interfere.
Zhang Weifang is living a good life now, leading an ordinary life every day.
In the golden autumn of September, the weather gradually turned cooler, and Hu Zi was successfully promoted to the second grade. However, as he grew older, his desire to play became stronger.
In the classroom, the teacher was teaching seriously, but Hu Zi's thoughts had already drifted away.
He was fiddling with a pencil and eraser in his hands, glancing out the window from time to time, his mind completely not on studying.
After school, other students were doing their homework or reviewing their lessons seriously, but Hu Zi couldn't wait to run out to play and didn't go home until dark.
In this way, half a semester passed, and when it came to the final exam, Hu Zi's grades still showed no improvement, even worse than in the first grade.
The teacher talked to him many times, hoping that he could correct his attitude towards learning, but Hu Zi always ignored the teacher's words and did not take them to heart at all.
Faced with this situation, Zhang Weifang was extremely anxious. When the teacher came to visit Hu Zi, she directly pointed out the problem:
"Li Chengxi is very smart, but he doesn't like studying. I hope his parents can pay attention to this."
Zhang Weifang smiled and nodded repeatedly:
"Okay, Mr. Wang, thank you for your help."
After Teacher Wang left, Zhang Weifang's expression immediately turned from sunny to gloomy. Seeing that a storm was about to come, Hu Zi quickly ran over to admit his mistake:
"Mom, don't be angry. I just can't concentrate on my studies. Besides, what's the point of going to school now? Won't I still have to go to the countryside after graduating from high school?"
Zhang Weifang was so angry that she wanted to hit him. She didn't expect Hu Zi to have such thoughts. It seemed that the environment had affected him after all.
Zhang Weifang exhaled heavily, then said with a forced smile:
"Huzi, you're right. Mom respects your idea. Starting tomorrow, you don't have to go to school. You can choose between doing housework at home or going back to your hometown to farm!"
It was the first time that Hu Zi realized his mother was so understanding. He jumped for joy:
"Really? Then I'll help with the housework from now on."
"Very good. Starting tonight, cooking will be handed over to you. Lu Shi, you must teach him how to cook. Then you can be lazy in the future."
Lu Shi looked at him and asked:
"Are you serious?"
Zhang Weifang ignored him and urged the two of them to hurry up and cook.
Lu Shi was a very responsible person. Since he wanted to teach Hu Zi how to cook, he started from the beginning and taught him bit by bit, first teaching him how to cut vegetables, then knead dough, and make a fire.
After dinner, Lu Shi taught him how to take a bath and empty the ashes.
In the first few days, Hu Zi learned very quickly because he was new to the subject. Zhang Weifang even bought him a thin kitchen knife for him to learn from.
Hu Zi originally thought that he only needed to learn how to cook, but he didn't expect that he would have to help take care of his younger brother during the day.
The first time I changed his diaper, Hu Zi almost vomited. He covered his nose and jumped far away:
"Uncle Lu, I don't do this. It stinks. Go ahead."
"It's okay, just get used to it. This kind of thing happens every day. Otherwise, how do you think he grew up?"
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