Reborn fashion designer

Chapter 354 Dare to mess with me?Have you ever seen a fist as big as a casserole (please vote for me!)

China is a country all over the world, and the customs of celebrating the New Year are different in different places.

In Shangjing, a festive atmosphere filled the air early in the morning.

Every household has posted new couplets and blessing characters on this day, and many people have bought firecrackers to prepare for a lively festival.

Lao Zhaotou, who originally planned to spend the Spring Festival in his new home, gave up the idea.

Lao Xiang has to be on duty again.

"You said it's the same for you. You're so old and you're still ahead of the curve. Wouldn't it be nice to have a peaceful New Year's Eve?"

In the afternoon, in the old house in the courtyard, Lao Zhao kept his mouth busy while making dumplings.

"Hey, I'm not thinking that Sissi's daughter will live with us next year so that I can ask for leave then." He started to explain with a smile.

According to his point of view, no one is to blame for this matter, except that brat Xiangyang.

Don't be in a hurry and get it done quickly.
Liu Qianqian didn't answer the door, so he was really embarrassed to say so.

But the thought that he would be a grandfather soon made Lao Xiang feel even sweeter.

"I said, Lao Zhao, let Yangyang bring the things you prepared for the child when the time comes. Don't let Sissi's child complain about us."

"That kid Sissi is not that kind of person."

Having said this, Lao Zhao still inevitably raised his head and glanced towards the north room when he mentioned this matter.

Those little sweaters she knitted for her two little children, if you calculate the time, you should wear them less than half a year after the children are born.

"These two children must not follow the bastard."

He suddenly calculated the days in his mind, and thought that the child's birth date would be around the same time as Xiangyang's birthday, and Lao Zhao sighed inwardly.

She still feels that girls are better like their mothers.

The two kids are just too busy.

There was a lot going on, and the commotion was quite loud.

While she was thinking, the cell phone on the window sill rang.

"You go on rolling the dough, I'll take it."

"I'll help you get it."

Guessing that it was Yangyang who called, Lao Xiang put down the rolling pin in his hand with a "whoosh".

Seeing that his son's name was displayed on the phone, Lao Xiang pressed the speakerphone, and Liu Qianqian's soft voice reached the ears of the old couple, "Hey, parents-in-law, what are you doing?"

"Hey, it's Sissi. Your mother-in-law and I are making dumplings."

Lao Xiang just replied with a smile.

There was a "pop" and he was hit on the shoulder.

"Sissi, your uncle is on duty at night. I'll make some dumplings for him and take them to work."

Lao Zhao rolled his eyes at Lao Xiang, snatched the phone away and put it to his mouth, "Where are you and Yangyang?"

"Mother-in-law, we are at my father's house." Liu Qian said with a smile, "They are making dumplings too."

At 8 o'clock in the evening in Beijing, it was still afternoon in France, and Yang Ma's Spring Festival Gala officially started.

8 o'clock is very particular.

Because at this point in time, the whole world is on the same day.

In the few seconds before the start, some people kept wearing scarves to cheer for their favorite stars.

"This year, the little tiger team gathers together, my youth~Happy Spring Festival! Congratulations on getting rich!"

"The princess also has a show~"

"Ah, it's another year, happy Spring Festival everyone!"

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After more than ten seconds of broadcast, the live broadcast was shown in front of the TV.

In the applause of the scene, the annual party finally kicked off.

A red sun rises in the background of the stage.
Song: "Wanjiang"

Lyricist:.
Composer:.
Vocals: Cheng Long, Li Yugang
Performance:.
As the cast introduction was printed on the screen, in front of a group of children's palace choirs wearing 56 ethnic costumes, Cheng Long, who was standing tall and dressed in a familiar Tang suit, picked up the microphone.

"The red sun rises in the east, its avenue is full of rays of light

I'm so lucky to be born in your arms
Difficult to share with Dang Fu, stand upright
The ten thousand borders of our country are based on the belief of benevolence and love that cannot be destroyed for thousands of years
"

"Huh? Cheng Long's singing tone is different from before."

Countless people sitting in front of the TV had just realized that Cheng Long was a little different from before, when the melodious voice of Li Yugang, who was wearing a red robe and brocade clothes, sounded.
Paris, the home of President An.

Listening to Li Yugang's unique voice, Liu Qianqian stared at the screen in front of the TV in confusion.

"What beautiful words."

she muttered.

Not only her, but also Liu Xiaoli rarely looked at Principal An seriously after hearing "Wanjiang".

Originally, the two children had insisted on coming here to spend the Spring Festival together, but she was still a little unhappy.

She still wanted to avoid such a sensitive time.

Not just avoidance, but also respect.

When Liu Qianqian returned to Wuhan.
When Liu Xiaoli noticed the smile on Lao An's face when he looked at the two children, she probably understood.

Why is that one so generous?

After all, this is Liu Qianqian’s first Spring Festival since she got married.

After the wedding banquet is held and the marriage is officially completed, it is time to return to the 'parent's house'.

on the TV,

"Foot the streamer, brick by brick, the years soak the red wall
Lamenting the withered prosperity, a flower and a tree, sorrow and joy, through the vicissitudes of life
The Hometown in the Heart of Kyushu Isshiki
Only Huaxia's cutting-edge road is in full bloom

"

China thousands of miles away.

Cheng Long, Li Yugang and the Children's Palace sang together in the latter part of the song.

With melodious tunes, gorgeous lyrics and the unique charm of Eastern culture, "Wanjiang" awakens every audience in front of the TV.

During the singing, the background of the stage switched to the land of China.

Ancient mountain villages, the long Great Wall, bright red flags, and the Forbidden City with red walls and yellow tiles
Behind the red lanterns, the beautiful scenery of the mountains and rivers appears in the beautiful picture of white snow-capped mountains, green grasslands, and golden crop fields.
There are also soldiers guarding the national border monument during the Spring Festival, with frosty faces looking at the majestic vastness of the motherland.

"What a magnificent poem. What a beautiful poem. My country is boundless and I am lucky to be born in China."

"Old Han, is this the song written by the young man you keep mentioning?"

"Well, how's it going? Not bad, right?"

"It's pretty good," Han Sanping's lover smiled, then said, "It will actually be better next year."

The radiant Han Sanping was stunned, right?

The key point of this song is right in the middle of two movies that I am planning to make.

The "great cause of founding the country" has not caught up, and the "great cause of founding the party" has not caught up.
"But fortunately, I saved a little." Thinking that he had kept Li Shaohong in contact with Xiangyang's father-in-law, Principal An.

The corners of his regretful mouth quickly turned away.

Paris.

Liu Xiaoli and Zhao Xin were busy in the kitchen.

Principal An, who was missed by Han Sanping, was answering the congratulatory call from the leader with a serious face.

Don't tell me, the people above also like this song.

The theme of "Singing the Prosperity of All Frontiers", at this juncture, is closely related to the rejuvenation of a powerful nation.

As long as you have some sense, you can find that the key points of this song are really well chosen.

"It's all my son-in-law's fault. He's a child."

Liu Qianqian was speechless for a moment.

What is a good son-in-law?
Isn’t my daughter bad?
If you didn't have a daughter as good as me, how could you have such a good son-in-law?

Hearing Principal An praising Xiang Yang in various ways on the phone without mentioning her at all, Liu Qianqian pouted in dissatisfaction.

"Xiangyang, I want to take a walk."

"Ah, why don't you take a rest?"

Xiang Yang, who planned to go back to his home to celebrate Valentine's Day after dinner, didn't want to move at all.

"If you can't afford it, I'll go by myself."

Liu Qianxi wrinkled her nose, stood up from the sofa, walked directly to the corridor at the door with a pretty face, put on the thick clothes hanging on the hangers, and started to change her shoes.

Seeing her leaving immediately, Xiang Yang reacted quickly.

"My wife, I'm here."

"." Liu Qianqian said nothing, holding on to the cabinet at the door and stretching her legs.

"hey-hey."

Xiang Yang quickly bent down and tied his wife's shoelaces.

Seeing that he pampered her unambiguously, Liu Qianqian's eyes swayed with emotion.

It’s better for my husband.

As soon as he stood up, Liu Qianqian took Xiang Yang's windbreaker off the hanger, spread it out and helped him put it on before pointing at her neck.

the meaning is obvious
Tie a scarf for me.

"What's wrong? Not feeling well?"

Xiang Yang, who knew that pregnant women could be emotional sometimes, was not angry at all for her behavior.

The doctor specifically explained these things yesterday.

Liu Qianqian is now in good health in all aspects and her baby is developing well.

But still be careful.

Especially after pregnancy, due to changes in hormone levels in the body, mood swings will be greater.
"A little bit." Liu Qianqian frowned.

"Here, stretch your head over here." Xiang Yang smiled slightly, spread out the scarf he had knitted for Liu Qianqian, and when she lowered her head in response, he put it around the back of her neck and tied the knot skillfully while smiling:
"Do you know why I knit a scarf for you?"

"Huh, don't listen to the sweet talk."

"That won't work."

"Then tell me later. You don't want to hear my father's voice."

Xiang Yang couldn't help but feel lucky.

It turns out I'm angry with Principal An, so that's fine.
"Let's go, take me to eat something delicious." After the scarf was tied, Liu Qianqian felt a little itchy on her neck and raised her hand to brush her wavy hair.

Smelling the fragrant and fragrant hair fragrance on the tip of his nose, Xiang Yang couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, "It smells so good."

"Poverty."

After saying that, Liu Qianqian stretched out her hand and waited for it to be held by Xiangyang.

Seeing him changing shoes slowly, Liu Qianqian said slightly: "Hurry up, your arms are tired."

"Fine, right now."

In the kitchen, when she saw the two of them going out in the corridor, Liu Xiaoli looked over and said, "Why are they already married? It's like they were in love back then."

"Haha, Aunt Liu, you don't understand this."

Glancing at Liu Qianqian enviously, Zhao Xin happily explained:
"Sissi and Brother Yang are so inseparable that many people yearn for them."

"Longing?"

Liu Xiaoli couldn't understand what was worth yearning for in this kind of life.

Isn’t it the same with falling in love and getting married?

She smiled and said, "If you are yearning for it, you can also find one."

"Hehe, that's not possible." As Zhao Xin spoke, he saw Xiang Yang holding Liu Qianqian in his arms, opening the door and walking out. "Now, based on the online summary, it's much more comfortable to say 'eating dog food' than to experience it yourself."

"They are so annoying, why do some people like to watch them?"

"No, many people on the Internet are still urging us to update it."

After walking out of the door, Liu Qianqian whispered: "Hold hands, don't hug me."

She still likes the feeling of being held by her hand.It's like being tied to his warmth for a lifetime.

How could she not know the meaning of giving something like a scarf?
Even if you really don’t understand, you can look it up online and you’ll know what it means.

"Ah."

After walking a few steps, the fresh air calmed down Liu Qianqian's ups and downs, and infinite tenderness appeared on her face.

"Husband, please go home and teach me today."

"Teach you what?"

"Of course you're going to teach me how to knit a scarf. I also want to tie you up."

Yes, she wanted to too.

In the cold winter, learn from the old people and knit a scarf to give to your loved one.

Although this kind of thing is rare and common, it is also her first time.

She wanted to give him all her many firsts.

However, do not know why.

As soon as she said it, Liu Qianqian couldn't help but think of Xiangyang's ridicule to her a few days ago.

She stopped and stared at Xiang Yang with burning eyes. She suddenly clenched her other hand into a fist and gestured in front of him, and said angrily:

"If you don't have the patience, have you ever seen a fist as big as a casserole?"

……

　Make up for the missed chapter yesterday.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)