Chapter 189 Suit and Leather Shoes

Da Wa walked to Zhen Gang: "Being a doctor or being a teacher just like Zhen Xing, you have to think clearly. Men are afraid of going into the wrong profession, and women are afraid of marrying the wrong man. You can't decide, today's Liu Ping is tomorrow's you."

"Brother, I think Brother Gengsheng made a mistake before. Guoan is not suitable for you." Erwa looked at Dawa and said seriously, "The director of women is quite suitable for you."

The big baby raised his leg and kicked his ass.

Erwa staggered, quickly supported the ground, stabilized her body, and shouted, "Dad, big brother hit me."

"Second brother, I can help you beat him." Sanwa was overjoyed and ran out and said, "You can anytime."

Erwa rolled her eyes: "If you want to hit him, slap him twice while he is asleep."

"Don't you want to hit him?" Sanwa asked in disbelief.

Erwa: "Dad wants to beat him, too. I'll tell Dad, and Dad will write it down. When he saves enough, he'll slap him with the belt."

"The little abacus is really good." The big baby looked at him, "How about I beat you up again and let Dad write more?"

Erwa picked up the duck and ran into the house: "Mom, I washed the duck, and it hasn't opened its belly. Come on. I'll make dumplings."

"I'm coming?" Song Zhaodi froze for a moment, "Afraid the big baby will hit you? Don't be afraid, if he dares to touch your finger again, I'll beat him."

"Big brother just mentioned opening the skull and breaking the belly. When I think of the duck's internal organs to be pulled out later, I feel bloody and like a murderer." Erwa said, she couldn't help shivering.

Song Zhaodi almost choked, and then shouted outside: "Dad, come in for me."

"Understood." Dawa heard it, glanced at Erwa helplessly, took the duck out again, and asked outside, "Zhengang, how about you?"

Zhen Gang waved his hand: "I don't need your help. I'm just doing research." While speaking, he cut open the chicken's belly, and couldn't help but ask, "Dad, is the chicken's belly the same as a human belly?"

"I don't know that." Dawa thought for a while, "Why don't you go back to the hospital to have a look. Seeing that there is a doctor performing an operation, I beg him to take you in for a visit."

Zhong Jianguo hurriedly came out and said, "Zhengang, don't listen to him. If you're curious, you can go to the hospital to have a look, just ask Liu Ping. Don't make it difficult for other doctors."

"I know, Uncle Zhong." Zhen Gang was not so bold, "Speaking of Liu Ping, did she come to see the teacher?"

Song Zhaodi was afraid that he would not be able to hear him outside, so she said loudly, "No. Liu Ping didn't go home this year and stayed in the hospital on duty. Your grandmother Liu called me in the morning to ask how Liu Ping is doing recently. Okay, I made dumplings in the evening and gave her a bowl in a lunch box. Your grandma Liu is very happy." After a while, "It's just that Dali's grandma is not very good."

"Sick?" Zhong Jianguo turned around and asked.

Song Zhaodi: "I've been in the hospital for more than a week. My eldest brother-in-law felt that the person who was sick was his mother, not my mother, so he didn't ask Aunt Liu to tell me. Aunt Liu felt that her sister-in-law was not in good health, which made me feel better. Get ready, just tell me."

"Aunt Yang must be seventy, right?" Zhong Jianguo asked.

Song Zhaodi: "After the Spring Festival, you will be sixty-six years old. There is a saying in our family that if you can survive sixty-six, you can live to seventy-one."

"Will you not get sick in the middle?" Sanwa was curious.

Song Zhaodi: "I don't know. But there is a saying. However, many people die in their sixties. Sixty-six years old is considered a long life on our side. Hey, it's a big New Year's Eve, don't talk about this. Zhong Jianguo, go down. Dumplings. Revitalize, go to the fire, cook in a pot on the ground, one pot is enough for us to eat."

After six o'clock, the dumplings were cooked, Zhenxing took a flashlight, and Erwa brought the dumplings to Liu Ping.

Liu Ping was very surprised to see his brothers coming, took the dumplings and said thank you subconsciously. Erwa was stunned for a moment, and continued, "You're welcome. Dumplings are still hot, eat them hot. Then went back with the revitalization.

Erwa couldn't help but say, "Liu Ping actually knows to say thank you. Did I hear it right?"

"In the past, Grandpa Liu was on the island. She was the daughter of the teacher. You can find Grandpa Liu if anything happens." Zhen Xing said, "Now that Grandpa Liu is in Binhai, the attitude of people around her will change. She is not stupid, she is sure I can feel it. She is here alone, and she has a quarrel with her colleagues. The leader should criticize how to criticize, and she will not give Grandpa Liu face again. After a long time, she will definitely make progress. "

Erwa: "You're right. I hope that when my mother comes to deliver the lunch box tomorrow, she will mention the subject matter to her, and she will not say that my mother is nosy."

"Unless she doesn't want to marry again." Zhen Xing said, "She wants to get married, and there are no teachers and connections on this island."

Erwa: "I hope there will be good news tomorrow. Let's go back quickly, the dumplings should be cold." He spoke and ran.

Zhenxing quickly followed.

At night, the temperature was low, and after eating, Song Zhaodi went to wash her face and feet, ran to the bed, and slept as usual.

The next morning, Song Zhaodi opened her eyes and saw a black suit by the head of the bed. She was instantly happy and pushed Zhong Jianguo: "Wake up."

"What's wrong? Zhong Jianguo rubbed his eyes.

Song Zhaodi handed him the clothes: "Your son made it for you."

"Clothes?" Zhong Jianguo hurriedly sat up.

Song Zhaodi: "Yes, wool fabric. You can buy eight of our suits with one suit."

"No way?" Zhong Jianguo didn't believe it, "It's so expensive?"

Song Zhaodi: "Yours is wool, ours is cotton, what do you think?"

"What are you talking about?" Zhong Jianguo lifted the quilt, "I have to try it quickly. Hey, should I take off my wool pants?"

Song Zhaodi: "You can take it off if you are not too cold."

"Then I won't take it off." Zhong Jianguo put it on directly, "Can a wool sweater be worn under a shirt?"

Song Zhaodi smiled and said, "Try it. This dress was made by Erwa. I didn't intervene. I don't know if it's fat or thin."

When Zhong Jianguo put it on, he found that his arms were a little tight, so he thought about taking off the sweater, shivering and put on a cold shirt, and quickly put on his coat.

Song Zhaodi's eyes lit up and she couldn't help sitting upright: "Quickly button up."

"Why is this button so small?" Zhong Jianguo looked down, frowning slightly, "I almost didn't hold it."

Song Zhaodi: "Don't complain, the second baby sews it up one by one. The big guy sews your clothes on a cold day, and you can't find a second one on the whole island."

"I thought that kid didn't make me clothes again." Zhong Jianguo said, "I want to chat with him."

Song Zhaodi smiled and said, "He doesn't know what to do for you. You wear military uniforms all day, and Erwa thinks only military uniforms are the most suitable for you." While talking, she put on a cotton-padded jacket, and saw Zhong Jianguo button the top button of his shirt. up, walk over to untie the two.

"What are you doing?" Zhong Jianguo didn't understand.

Song Zhaodi: "The suit should have a tie, but Erwa didn't make a tie for you, so it would be bad if the buttons were all buttoned up. Hurry up and put on your coat, don't catch a cold."

"Put it on now?" Zhong Jianguo asked hurriedly, "Don't let Erwa come in and see? I didn't even notice when that kid came in."

Song Zhaodi: "It's estimated that Erwa put the clothes in when they were sleeping at eleven or two last night." After speaking, she handed him the coat.

Zhong Jianguo put it on, raised his arms, and couldn't help but say, "It's similar to me wearing a military uniform."

"Because the suit Erwa made for you is very close-fitting." Song Zhaodi said, "I'll wake a few of them up." When they knocked on the door next door and no one answered, Song Zhaodi rushed inside and shouted, "Dawa, Er Baby, get up."

After a while, the big baby pulled her shoes and came out: "Mother, it's only half past six." Pointing to the watch in her hand.

There are subsidies in Dawa's school, and the pocket money Song Zhaodi gave them, the brothers didn't use much, so they each got a watch. At Dai Lai's house, Sanwa secretly put Dawa's watch on his hand to show off, and was almost beaten by Dawa.

Song Zhaodi turned her head and said, "Zhong Jianguo, come out." Turning to Dawa, "Wake up a few younger brothers and look at your dad's new clothes."

Zhong Jianguo threw away the cotton coat, came out wearing a thin suit, and asked with a smile, "Son, how is it?"

Da Wa raised his hand and rubbed his eyes, looking at Zhong Jianguo, who was arrogant and arrogant in front of him, like a different person, he didn't dare to recognize him, and after a while he said, "Dad, in the future, Er Wa will be men's clothes, so you don't need to look for us. One of you is enough."

Zhong Jianguo was delighted: "Where's Erwa, tell him to come out and have a look."

"Come, come." The weather was cold and the sun hadn't come out yet, so Erwa didn't want to get up. As soon as he heard that his dad was wearing a suit, Erwa quickly got up, pulled his shoes and ran out, not even bothering to wear a padded jacket, and suddenly opened his eyes at the door, "My mother!"

Zhong Jianguo was very satisfied with his response: "Did you find that your father is not only highly educated, but also capable and very good-looking."

Erwa nodded: "The suit I made is so beautiful, it looks more than ten times better than before."

"Pfft!" Song Zhaodi squirted, "Zhong Jianguo, hurry up and change it back, don't get cold and get sick."

Zhong Jianguo took a deep breath and pointed at Erwa: "For the sake of making me clothes, I don't care about you."

"Dad, dad, wait, let me see." Sanwa pulled away the two older brothers, "My mother, is this still my dad? It's like—"

Zhong Jianguo: "Like what?"

"Just like my dad ten years ago." Sanwa said, "put on a suit, and the wrinkles on your face are gone."

Zhong Jianguo glared at him: "I have no wrinkles on my face."

"Don't mention it, Uncle Zhong's suits and military uniforms are really different, like a different person." Zhen Xing walked out, "It's just a set of clothes, why is there such a big difference."

Song Zhaodi: "Your Uncle Zhong's uniform is wide and big, and you don't have a good body. It doesn't show that your Uncle Zhong is in good shape. Look at this guy with a straight waist, bright eyes, handsome and tough, and he doesn't need to make up, just pick up the camera and take a picture and it can be published in the newspaper. ."

"Publication in the newspaper?" Dawa didn't understand, "What kind of newspaper?"

Zhong Jianguo: "Don't ask your mother, I know it all. In the past, singers, actors, etc. would be published in the newspapers when they went out to eat, and young girls would imitate them when they saw them."

"Some companies see young people imitating their dresses, and they will ask them to wear clothes made by their own company." Song Zhaodi said, "Celebrities are in the newspapers, and everyone sees them, which is equivalent to advertising. If you like that celebrity There are so many people, and other products produced by the company will be snapped up.”

Erwa hurriedly asked, "Mother, I will—"

"You don't have to wait until later." Song Zhaodi said, "It's easy to say if you are admitted to the University of God, but if you don't pass the test, everything will be discussed separately. If you have any questions, I will tell you all when you receive the university notice. Now Just ask your dad to change his clothes first. Put them on when the weather is warm."