The strongest all-around superstar

Chapter 202

After the turmoil, Song Jiajia, a girl from the city, fell asleep peacefully for the first time in the quiet countryside, and slept soundly.

For her, the environment is not important, the most important thing is to be accompanied by a lover.

In the morning, she ran with Yangliu and worshiped her ancestors. At noon, she followed her third aunt and learned to cook. In the evening, she held someone's big hand and watched the moon by the small river.

She is very satisfied and contented.

There is a wonderful lyrics: not so much, just a little...

Days are just plain.

Happiness is as simple as it gets.

In the future, it will be good to work hand in hand.

Three days later, Yangliu's grandfather and parents finally returned from their trip.

Seeing Song Jiajia, the "brand new daughter-in-law", they had different attitudes.

Old man Yang was very calm, it seemed that no matter who Yang Liu brought back, he was the same in his eyes, and he could welcome him happily.

Papa Yang was a little stunned at first, and then laughed.

Take a look!Our son is capable, any girl is good!It is more than enough to match him!And this one is more reserved, more mature, and more in line with his aesthetics.

Yang's mother kept a straight face and called Yang Liu into the room alone.

As soon as the door was closed, they began to take out the long-preserved artifact-feather duster, and beat their heads and faces vigorously.

Yang Liu giggled, neither dodging nor dodging.

Mother Yang beat her harder and harder, and finally threw away the things in her hand in a fit of anger.

Yang Liu cleared her throat and said, "Don't get angry, I'll get you a glass of water..."

Mother Yang said angrily: "Sit down for me! Don't even think about slipping away!"

Yang Liu said: "Hey!"

He was very obedient, moved over the small bench like a good baby, and sat down on his knees obediently, ready to listen to his mother's teachings.

Mother Yang said, "Are you serious this time?"

Yang Liu said: "Of course, I want to marry her... Eh? Why do you speak like my third uncle? I didn't do it last time!"

Mother Yang said coldly: "Then... what about Bingbing?"

Yang Liu's face collapsed, and he said with a dry smile: "Mom, I have nothing to do with her, the past can't be explained in words...a twisted melon, it's not sweet..."

Yang's mother was silent for a long time, and finally sighed: "Actually, at that time, my mother still saw something wrong. You refused to admit the identity of his girlfriend, and you never took the initiative to mention getting married... In the days to come , Time has confirmed my inference... It's been more than a year, and she never came back..."

Yang Liu said: "Ahem, you old sage, your eyes are like torches!"

Mother Yang rolled her eyes at him and said, "I can't help it. It's still the same sentence, I just hope that no matter where you go in the future, you will be worthy of your conscience. We dare not do things that hurt nature and reason!"

Yang Liu said: "Hey, I remember."

Mother Yang continued: "Don't forget your ancestors! And don't forget who you are!"

Yang Liu nodded.

Mother Yang suddenly smiled: "This Song Jiajia...do you like it very much?"

Yang Liu also laughed: "How could it be that I like it, I really like it!"

After Yang's mother went out, it was as if she was a different person. She was cheerful, and her attitude was extremely amiable.

Song Meimei's heart fell to the ground, and she was flattered.

Then, they had a good time and began to discuss the meeting of the two families.

"What? Xiao Song's father is... a professor?"

Yangliu's father was quite surprised, with a weird look on his face.

His education level is relatively low, and he instinctively fears the word "professor".

"Ahem...how about...let's take it easy and meet again after the Mid-Autumn Festival..."

Yang Liudao: "Dad, what do you mean? You don't want to care about your son's happiness anymore? Professors are human too, so what's there to be afraid of?"

Papa Yang wondered: "I don't read much, and when I look back, I don't know how to be polite, I can't speak, and I make jokes..."

Yang Liu sneered and said, "Dad, what age is this, so what if you don't study much? Uncle Song can still draw you to match him as soon as he sees you?"

Song Jiajia interjected, "Uncle, my father has a good temper, and he doesn't pay too much attention."

Have a good temper?Who is that crazy old man with a knife trying to chop off his son-in-law?

Yang Liu stared at her, Song Jiajia choked up and lowered her head.

"uh-huh!"

Old man Yang coughed hard, successfully attracting everyone's attention.

He looked at his son with contempt, and said loudly, "I'll accompany you."

Yangliu's father had the backbone in an instant, and he was overjoyed when he heard the words: "Hey! It would be great if you could go there yourself, Dad!"

In Yangjiagou, who can be more capable and experienced than old man Yang?Veterans go out, one is worth two!
Yang Liu secretly exclaimed!

Wonderful!Professor Song claims to be a man of culture, and pays attention to etiquette the most. Mr. Yang belongs to the elders. No matter how angry he is, he has to show his demeanor and hold me back!

Hahaha!
A mountain is higher than a mountain, capable people will make it by themselves!

Yang Liu bared her teeth and said with a smile: "You still love me, so what, after the festival, when I return to the capital, I will definitely find five catties of good shredded tobacco for you..."

Mr. Yang said casually: "How can five catties be enough? At least ten catties!"

Yang Liu said cheerfully, "That's it!"

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The Mid-Autumn Festival is approaching, according to the tradition passed down by the elders, when the new son-in-law comes to the house, you must prepare for the etiquette!Yang Liu and his party prepared eight items in total of chicken, fish, meat, tobacco, wine, oil, dried fruit, and fresh fruit, and rang the doorbell of Song's house.

Professor Song held his breath, he has been waiting for a long time!

He took the call from Song Jiajia, and was about to show some embarrassment to others!
As soon as Professor Song opened the door, he was stunned!
Hey!
What a hale and hearty old gentleman!

He was wearing an antique double-breasted robe, rubbing a pair of lion-head walnuts in his hands, his eyes were burning, and he was obviously very powerful, with a bone-like fairy style!
Professor Song choked, and said in astonishment, "You are?"

Song Jiajia popped up after hitting her: "Dad, this is Yang Liu's grandpa..."

Old man Yang nodded slightly: "Your in-laws are well!"

Professor Song hurriedly said: "Hello, old man, according to the tradition of our hometown, I have to respectfully call you my in-laws grandpa..."

Old Man Yang smiled and said, "You're welcome!"

Professor Song said: "Please, come in quickly!"

The old man of the Yang family came to the door, and he gave enough face!Thinking of this, Professor Song looked a little better.

Walk into the house, after the introduction, everyone will be seated according to the host and guest.

Song Jiajia's mother didn't have any complaints about Yangliu, she was beaming and served tea with her own hands.

Old man Yang held the teacup in his hand, looked at the second and third grades, closed his eyes and said: "The leaves are small and long, the soup is clear, neither too much nor too weak, neither dry nor astringent, well, after bitterness, there is lingering sweetness, such as looking back on the world... What a cup of white tea...Young relatives are very elegant people..."

Professor Song was shocked!

Remaining sweetness after suffering, such as the world situation?
Export is the article!

This old man has written and ink in his chest, and poetry and books in his stomach, it's really amazing!

Professor Song's heart was as sweet as honey, and he felt a sense of confidant, and said modestly: "My in-laws, my grandpa, praised me a lot, a cup of tea can taste all kinds of flavors in the world, you are the real master..."

Yang Liu listened to the sour teeth they were bragging about, and then looked at her confused parents, couldn't help pinching her thigh, afraid of laughing out loud...

Old man Yang put down the teacup, looked up and saw a "Bamboo and Stone Picture" hanging on the wall, signed Song Yuanqiao.

He rolled his eyes, let out a "huh" in his mouth, and then got up to take a closer look.

Professor Song is most proud of this painting in his life, otherwise it wouldn't be hung in the most conspicuous place in the living room!

Old man Yang put on a show, shook his head and said, "Wonderful! Bamboo is painted with thick ink, and stone is painted with light brush, and the contrast between thick and light is full of wit... Especially the noble and arrogant attitude, which is vivid on the paper, is really amazing... Such a beauty at the same time. And wild style works, I don't know which famous artist came from it?"

Professor Song's face was flushed red, almost crying!

So touching, so knowledgeable!
He pressed ecstasy, approached and said: "My in-laws also know calligraphy and painting?"

Old man Yang said: "I know a little bit."

Professor Song coughed and said, "This sketch is very clumsy. It's a casual work of the younger generation. It makes you laugh all the time!"

Old man Yang's expression was exaggerated, and he stared and said: "Hey! It's unbelievable! This old man is impressed! The so-called painting is like a person, such an open-minded attitude, it shows the mind of the young in-laws! It's amazing!"

Professor Song kept being modest, but he couldn't hide the joy in his eyes.

Old man Yang then took Professor Song's hand and said, "Do you have any other treasures in the young relative's family? Hurry up and take the old man to admire it..."

Professor Song couldn't get what he wanted, and he got it right in his arms: "Please! Your old study is kind!"

These two words were speculative, and they met each other so late, they really left everyone behind and disappeared in a whizzing way...

Song Jiajia stared at their backs dumbfounded, and secretly gave Yang Liu a thumbs up!

Someone Yang returned with a victorious scissorhands!
Perfect, it's done!

(End of this chapter)