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Chapter 215 Who is my sister-in-law?

"Now we have it all!"

When Qiao Yu saw his wife Tong Qi serving fried peanuts and smashed cucumbers, he smiled and looked quite satisfied.

"Mr. Qiao, Aunt Tong, let me offer you a toast."

Fangyan picked up the wine glass with both hands.

Qiao Yu poured the wine in her glass into Tong Qi's glass bit by bit, poured a shallow layer of wine, and then drank it all in one gulp.

Tong Qi asked curiously, "Has the composer of this song been decided?"

Qiao Yu shook her head: "The composition style should be more lively. In my opinion, Comrade Jianfen is very suitable."

Fangyan was very helpless because Gu Jianfen and Zhao Jiping were busy composing the music for "A Bite of China" and had no time at all.

"Otherwise, I wouldn't dare to bother you."

"So, what about Comrade Guangnan?"

As soon as Qiao Yu finished speaking, Tong Qi added that he was the composer of "In the Fields of Hope" and "Toast Song".

Fangyan nodded, and the deal was happily finalized.

"I think this song can also be included in this year's Cultural Bureau Spring Festival Gala." Qiao Yu smiled and said, "Including your previous song, there will be two songs written by you in the program list."

Fang Yan said: "In front of you, it's not worth mentioning."

Qiao Yu said kindly, "It doesn't matter if it's worth it or not. I'm just someone who has written a few lyrics."

Tong Qi asked curiously: "Who are you going to let sing?"

According to the dialect, this person must understand folk vocal music, otherwise he will not be able to sing folk songs with charm.

Qiao Yu said: "I think the female comrade who sang "In the Fields of Hope" is pretty good."

"Mr. Qiao, which one are you talking about?"

Fangyan raised his eyebrows, "There is more than one lesbian who sang "On the Fields of Hope"."

Qiao Yu was surprised and looked at her husband, "Really?"

"Your memory has become worse again."

Fang Yan said: "Aunt Tong, you have a really good memory."

"It's not that I have a good memory, it's him. His memory has become worse due to drinking."

Tong Qi said with a straight face: "Don't drink this wine today."

"Oh, how can I not drink this wine?"

Qiao Yu said anxiously, "Drinking is like writing. Sometimes it's difficult. There are three types of drunkenness: happy drunkenness, bitter drunkenness, depressed drunkenness, forced drunkenness, and self-intoxication. It's like writing an article. Sometimes you can write thousands of words at once, and sometimes you can't write a single line in three days and two nights. It can make you feel confused, restless, anxious, and infatuated."

Then he looked at Fang Yan, "Xiao Fang, you are also a creator, do you think I am right or wrong?"

"The Master once said, 'Only wine, without measure, can stop it from getting drunk.'"

Fangyan looked at Qiao Yu on the left and Tong Qi on the right, "Of course, Confucius also said, don't be trapped by alcohol."

"You are such a sly fellow, you don't offend either side."

Qiao Yu was particularly energetic and his face was flushed.

Tong Qi was also happy and would interrupt and make some jokes from time to time.

As they drank and chatted, Fang Yan finally decided to let both Yang Shuqing and him try singing "La Meizi" and choose one from the two.

I don’t need to say much about who to choose.

...............

A night passed and the sun rose again.

The magpie built a nest on the old locust tree at the gate of the yard, chirping and singing happily.

Seeing Fang Yan striding out of the door, Yang Xia frowned:
"Why didn't Yanzi ride his motorcycle to work today?"

"Mom, brother is definitely not going to work."

Fang Yan said that the direction he was walking this time was completely opposite to the direction he usually went to work.

"I don't know what Yanzi is up to."

Fang Hong asked in confusion: "He just came back and he disappeared again."

Yang Xia said: "Maybe it's for the novel again."

"impossible!"

Fang Yan said that the manuscript of "Huang Feihong" was still in his room, and he did not take it with him on this trip.

"How do you know?"

Fang Hong and Yang Xia looked at each other.

"Because my brother came back from drinking yesterday, I went to his room and asked him for a novel to read."

Fang Yan's tone was filled with resentment.

Every time it ends precisely at the climax, making it impossible to go up or down, and it is very uncomfortable.

Fang Hong asked: "Then do you know what he is going to do?"

"I guess she is preparing a wedding gift for you. She will give you a big surprise on your wedding day!"

A cunning light flashed in Fang Yan's eyes.

"I have told him several times about this Yanzi, telling him not to prepare anymore."

Fang Hong felt both relieved and helpless.

In addition to monkey stamps and other things, Fangyan also gave calligraphy and paintings with very auspicious meanings.

The painting is Wang Xuetao's "Painting of Magpies".

The word "Flowers and Full Moon" was specially requested from Shen Congwen.

"Just let Yanzi do whatever he wants."

Yang Xia smiled and said, "I just don't know if he will come back for lunch. Yan Zi, has your brother told you about it?"

"I told you."

Fang Yan swallowed her saliva, "If he doesn't come back at noon, and comes back at night, I'll have some delicious fish and meat, preferably a chicken and a duck..."

Fang Hong rolled her eyes, "I think you want to eat it yourself, but you insist on relying on your brother."

"No, no, I'm telling the truth!"

Fang Yan put her index finger, middle finger and ring finger together, "I swear to the great man! It was definitely my brother who said that!"

Fang Hong and Yang Xia looked at each other, thinking that Fang Yan wanted to prepare a sumptuous and surprising "farewell meal" for his sister.

………………

The night gradually darkened.

Fang Yan held her cheeks with both hands, staring at the cold dishes such as pork head, cold tofu and cabbage hearts, waiting and waiting.

Finally, a burst of laughter spread in the yard.

There are familiar male voices and unfamiliar female voices.

"Sister Fang Hong!"

"Auntie!" "Hey hey..."

Yang Xia walked out of the kitchen, following the crisp call, and looked towards the three pretty girls coming towards her.

Like Fang Hong, he recognized them at first sight.

Zhao Jing is just as dignified and elegant as in the photo.

Zhang Yu is just like Zhou Yun in "Lush Mountain Love", lively, pure and full of energy.

Finally, his eyes fell on Gong Xing, who was standing closest to Fang Yan. He was wearing a white shirt and jeans. He had a slim figure, was quiet and had a pretty face.

Then, he glanced at Fangyan who was standing in the crowd and said, "My son is really promising... bah, what a good-for-nothing!"
"Wow!"

Fang Yan ran out and saw her three favorite movie stars. Her eyes sparkled.

"You are Teacher Fang's sister, Xiaoyanzi, right?"

Zhang Yu smiled and took the initiative to greet them.

"Yeah yeah!"

Fang Yan spoke sweetly and called Zhang Yu and Zhao Jing "sister".

When it was Gong Xian's turn, she almost rushed over, surprised and happy: "Sister Gong Xian!"

"Hey, Swallow."

A smile appeared on Gong Xing's lips, and he thought of his younger sister, Gong Ying.

"Let's not stand outside, let's go inside and eat and talk."

With a snap, Fangyan clapped his hands.

"Yes, yes, come in and try my cooking skills."

Yang Xia reached out and took the roast duck handed to her by Fangyan.

Gong Xing noticed that she was looking at him, so he forced himself to remain calm and opened the bag in his hand.

"Auntie, Sister Fang Hong, this is a little gift from the three of us, a quilt cover with a hundred children pattern."

"Hey, just come if you want to. Why bring such an expensive gift?"

Yang Xia looked at Gong Xing and the other two with satisfaction, and became even more satisfied when Fang Yan said that this quilt cover could only be bought in Shanghai.

Fang Hong gently pulled Fang Yan's hand and said, "Yan Zi, that quilt cover with a hundred children's pattern..."

"Don't worry, sister, I know what I'm doing."

Fangyan said that she would cover all their expenses for the next few days.

Fang Hong breathed a sigh of relief, "That's good, that's good."

Fang Yan lowered his voice and asked, "Sister, are you happy? Are you surprised?"

Fang Hong knew that he had invited this person specially for her, and her heart suddenly warmed up. She said half-jokingly:
"Tell me the truth, among these three, is there anyone you like?"

"hey-hey."

Fangyan smiled without saying anything and sat down at the dining table.

In the restaurant, six people sat around a table.

Fang Yan sat next to Fang Hong on one side and Gong Xing on the other.

At the beginning of the dinner, Fang Yan gave a brief opening speech. Everyone, including Gong Xing, was very reserved.

Fortunately, under his control, the atmosphere gradually became relaxed.

Everyone was very excited and spoke louder.

Gong Xing, Zhang Yu and the other two expressed their blessings to Fang Hong. Not only did they congratulate her, but they also expressed their wish to attend the wedding tomorrow.

"Welcome! Of course you are welcome!"

Fang Hong was so excited that she couldn't stop laughing.

Yang Xia looked around and said meaningfully, "Today is such a rare day, we have to drink some wine to celebrate."

Fang Yan looked at it and whispered, "Mom, do you really want to drink it?"

"It's okay to drink a little."

Yang Xia stood up and brought back a bottle of Xifeng Liquor. "This is from Yanzi's friend. Lu Yao brought it to me when he came home."

When Zhang Yu and Zhao Jing heard "Lu Yao", they looked at each other.

Fang Yan was about to take the glass and pour the wine for everyone, but Yang Xia unexpectedly handed it to Fang Hong, "Yaya, pour it for everyone."

Fang Hong opened the wine and poured it for Zhang Yu first. Just as a thin layer of wine appeared, Zhang Yu hurriedly called for a stop.

Zhao Jing held the cup and took a thin layer.

Glancing at Fangyan's reaction, Fang Hong finally poured the wine for Gong Xing. Perhaps she didn't control it well and half a cup went down in one gulp.

Gong Xing pursed his lips but didn't even say no.

"Sister, you poured too much."

Fang Yan shook his head and laughed, then picked up his own empty cup and exchanged it with Gong Xing's.

Fang Hong apologized repeatedly with a smile, and poured a little for Gong Xing, Yang Xia and herself, leaving the rest for Fang Yan to enjoy alone.

"when!"

A few of them clinked their glasses and Fangyan drank it all in one gulp.

Yang Xia and Fang Hong did it all, and Zhao Jing did it too.

Zhang Yu took a sip, but underestimated the alcohol content of the liquor and it was so spicy that he stuck out his tongue.

Gong Xing couldn't drink much, but when he saw that Yang Xia and the others had finished their drinks, he bit his lip and forced himself to take a big gulp. A spicy taste rolled up in his throat and he coughed lightly.

"Drink slowly."

Fangyan opened a bottle of Arctic Ocean and handed it to her.

Gong Xing quickly took a sip and recovered. His face gradually turned red, spreading all the way to his ears.

Yang Xia saw this and said with a smile: "Come, eat some vegetables. Eating vegetables can help with the wine!"

It was a subtle dinner that took place in a subtle atmosphere until the end.

Fang Yan rescued Gong Xing and her two daughters from the delicate atmosphere and sent them back to the guesthouse, saying that it was unsafe late at night.

After watching the four people disappear at the entrance of the alley, Fang Yan finally couldn't hold back any longer:

"Mom, sister, who do you think will be my sister-in-law?"

"Wait for your brother to come back and let him tell you himself."

After Yang Xia finished speaking, Fang Hong continued to ask: "Yanzi, if you were to choose, who would you most like to date your brother?"

"Of course it's Sister Gong Xing!"

Fang Yan blurted out, but soon hesitated, "Well, Sister Zhang Yu is actually not bad..."

Then he thought, “It’s so hard to choose. It would be great if I could marry them all to be my sisters-in-law.”

"What nonsense are you talking about!"

Yang Xia glared, then exchanged glances with Fang Hong, and everything was said without words.

(End of this chapter)