I have ten trillion licking dog gold

"Om..."

The surging sound shook the air and could be heard even on the fourth floor.

Pan Hui, who was cleaning the kitchen, paused for a moment, then smiled and shook her head.

After a few minutes.

The door opens.

"It makes such a loud noise every time. Can you go to the auto repair shop to make the sound quieter?"

Pan Hui put down the rag and walked out of the kitchen.

In the entire laid-off compound, many families now buy cars, but there is only one Maserati.

"Mom, I didn't modify it. This is the sound that comes with it from the factory. How can I change it?"

Fang Qing closed the door and quickly noticed a pile of gifts on the table.

"Maotai, is it real or fake?"

"Girl, do you even give fake gifts?"

"You can't say for sure, there are a lot of fake Moutai on the market."

Fang Qing approached, picked up the wine and looked at it for a while. Of course, she was specialized in the art, so even if she had poems and books in her belly, she couldn't tell the truth from the false.

"Who sent it?"

She asked her mother curiously.

Taking Moutai as a gift is quite rare in their social class.

Pan Hui did not answer, but asked: "What was the result?"

Fang Qing put down her drink.

"I guess there's not much hope."

Pan Hui seemed to have expected it, and glared at her daughter, "If you don't want to go, you can just say so."

Fang Qing, who had just come back from "applying for a job", looked aggrieved: "Mom, I went just as you asked me to do. What else do you want me to do?"

It had been a long time since she came back years ago, so the couple was thinking of finding a job for their daughter in Shacheng temporarily.

Salary is not important, at least the family can stay together.

With Fang Qing's academic qualifications and abilities, many people naturally helped introduce him.

Fang Qing couldn't stand her mother's bullying, so she went to meet a family today.

"You went, but all you left was a body."

Fang Qing was speechless, and then couldn't help laughing, "Mom, what do you mean by this?"

"If you really meant it, would you drive there?"

"What does it have to do with me driving?"

Fang Qing looked confused.

"If you drive a car like this, how can anyone have the confidence to accept you?"

Although she is the most ordinary housewife, Pan Hui is still quite intelligent, otherwise she would not be able to educate a daughter like Fang Qing.

Fang Qing was immediately speechless.

indeed.

In a small city like Shacheng, Maserati's importance is very important.

"When I went there, I parked my car in the underground garage, and no one saw me driving anything."

Pan Hui didn't listen to her sophistry, "Although the salary in Shacheng is not that high, it's nice to be with my parents, isn't it?"

As a traditional Chinese woman, her views are relatively conservative. Although she is proud of her daughter, Pan Hui still feels that girls do not need to work too hard.

more important.

As a parent, who doesn’t want their children to be with them if possible.

"Mom, aren't I staying with you now?"

Of course Fang Qing could understand her mother's mood and held her mother's hand.

"I'm with you now, but I don't know when I'll fly away again."

Pan Hui sighed.

Fang Qing smiled and was about to say something when Pan Hui patted her hand and said, "Go find your dad."

"Where's my dad?"

Fang Qing was about to ask.

"Your dad said he would add food himself in the evening, so he went fishing. It should be right next to the city wall. It's probably the same area he often took you to when you were a kid."

"Is he alone?"

"How can a person have such patience?"

Pan Hui winked at the Maotai on the table.

Fang Qing was stunned and couldn't help but ask again: "With whom?" "You'll know when you go."

Pan Hui still didn't say anything, but actually let it slip.

Fang Qing smiled helplessly and did not ask any further questions.

"Then I'll go take a look."

"Go."

Fang Qing went out and did not drive again. After all, it was only a few minutes' walk from the city gate, and the place where her father took her fishing when she was a child could not be driven in.

She, the daughter of the Fang family, is now a real celebrity in the compound, enjoying star treatment. On the way out of the compound, everyone she meets has to look at her.

Walking out of the city gate, the lawn beside the moat that was used as a playground in childhood has changed.

Every summer when I was a child, this lawn would always be filled with adults holding straw mats to enjoy the shade.

The children would rock the hanging basket, or chase and play.

Every night at that time, the sky was full of people, laughter and laughter under the stars.

Unfortunately, in order to promote tourism development, the city walls have been extensively repaired, and the lawns have been planted with various flowers and green plants. It is no longer possible to spread out mats to enjoy the cool air.

of course.

As a generation ages and a generation grows up, there are fewer and fewer people in the ancient city. Most young people go to big cities to work hard. The once bustling scene is destined to become only a memory.

Fang Qing walked along the outside of the city wall, walking on the stone road towards the north gate.

"Ding ding ding..."

From time to time, tourist bicycles pass by, reminding passers-by to give way.

After walking about 900 meters, Fang Qing caught a glimpse of her father in a patch of reeds.

Except for my father.

There was a guy next to me.

"Your skills are basically insulated from fishing in this life."

The two were not fishing.

Fang Weiguo complained while sitting on a stool and working. The fishing rod was placed on the ground. As expected, the fishing line must have become entangled.

"Uncle Fang, didn't I just follow what you taught me?"

The person who was probably the culprit that caused the fishing line to become knotted quietly defended himself.

"Did I teach you to throw like that? When you were a kid, you often came to see me and your dad fishing. Why didn't you learn any experience at all?"

"Uncle Fang, I was just in elementary school at that time, right? I still don't remember."

Someone is arguing with reason and is well-founded.

Fang Qing, who had just arrived, smiled silently as she watched the two men, one large and one small, bickering.

"I'll do it."

"No, I'll do it myself."

Fang Weiguo immediately refused, probably because he was worried that he would become more involved and create chaos.

"Uncle Fang, believe me..."

Someone is enthusiastic.

"You'd better take a break."

"Did you catch any fish?"

While the two were pulling each other, Fang Qing approached.

Fang Weiguo turned his head, saw his daughter, and immediately began to complain, "Oh, forget it, I fished well, this kid had to ask me to teach him, and the result was good, he directly tied up the fishing line with one rod."

"Uncle Fang, what you said is unreasonable. Didn't you insist on teaching me?"

The other party immediately argued, and both sides insisted on their own opinions.

"Dad, with your fishing skills, you'd better not mislead others. You have this fishing rod at home. I'm afraid you haven't used it in more than ten years, right?"

Fang Qing is still objective and fair.

"You girl, you turn your elbows out, don't you?"

Fang Weiguo smiled helplessly.

"Uncle Fang, Fang Qing's profession requires her to tell the truth."

Before anyone could gloat about his misfortune, Fang Qing's eyes had already moved to his face.

"Fishing is a sport that ordinary people can't learn. You may never have a chance in this life."

Jiang Chen was embarrassed.

"Haha."

It was Fang Weiguo's turn to laugh heartily. (End of chapter)