Restart the Flying Age

When the whole city was rumbled by firecrackers, Wu Tao and his father finally set foot on the way home.

Just now Qiu Weimin bowed his head and listened to his teachings, and his respectful appearance made Wu Tao as if he remembered the chic and heroic old man who would slap Fang Qiu back then.

Talented people come out from generation to generation, and each has been in charge for hundreds of years.

Who hasn't been young yet?

However, after this incident, Wu Tao obviously felt that the old man's mental state had taken on a new look. This can be regarded as two birds with one stone, which not only solves Qiu Xiaotian's worries, but also resolves the old man's heart disease.

"Oh, grandpa, it's a bit late, and it's time for the family to worship the ancestors." Wu Tao said suddenly as he looked at his watch. In the past, the old man valued these old rules most.

Unexpectedly, the old man waved his hand when he heard the words, and said in disapproval: "It doesn't matter, today's matter, we count the merits of our ancestors and grandchildren. It doesn't matter if the ancestors wait."

After a pause, the old man said again: "Xiao Tao, grandpa's old bone is not completely useless, is it?"

Wu Tao was taken aback, and immediately reacted, with a serious expression on his face and said: "Grandpa, you are very useful. Just now I ran with Rongrong several times, and Director Qiu didn't pay attention to us. As a result, you got out of the game and didn't say anything, you are done!"

"... I won’t say anything about this outsider in advance, just take our family as an example. Don’t look at my dad and I’m doing such a big business outside now, but if we weren’t sitting at home without you, we would all feel that we would lose our backbone and we would not be able to do anything. Get your heart out."

When the old man heard this, his eyebrows were instantly pleased, and he waved his hand proudly, "You guys go and do it, I have me at home!"

At the end of the New Year’s Eve dinner, the old man was so happy that he ate two bowls of rice.

Wu Binghua and Zhang Huilan were so scared that they looked at each other and asked again and again, "Dad, are you okay?"

"What can I do?" The old man raised gray eyebrows, "Why are you out of food?"

"I'll give you a gift..." Zhang Huilan said repeatedly. You have to make more rice for the New Year’s Eve, and you have to leave it.

Not long after the New Year's Eve dinner was over, Qiu Xiaotian called.

The seven-foot man, the artist who has always wanted to save face in front of Wu Tao, cried like a tearful man at the moment, thanking him again and again.

Wu Tao couldn't listen to it, so he simply said, "It's my grandfather that you should be most grateful for", and then handed the phone to the old man.

As a result, the call could not end until two hours later.

When it came, Qiu Xiaotian repeatedly asked with lingering fear: "Isn't your grandpa really sent by my dad? In one breath, he trained me for two hours. Fortunately, my phone is not expensive, otherwise..."

Wu Tao glanced at his cell phone, "Your uncle, Qiu Xiaotian, the phone bill will be deducted from your salary in the future!"

After speaking, he hung up the phone with a snap.

Although he doesn't actually care about the international long-distance call charges of these thousands of dollars, it is really cool to say that.

The sound of firecrackers bid farewell to the old year, and the new year was greeted with joy and laughter.

At the Spring Festival Gala in 1997, a spring story was sung all over the country, giving the greatest affirmation to the life-long achievements of the chief designer.

Of course, it is the final affirmation.

Seeing that the zero point was near, Wu Tao's cell phone rang again.

The subordinates made New Year's greetings one by one, and received his cell phone fever. When it finally died, the village was full of fires and firecrackers rumbled.

It's zero o'clock, and 1997 finally came.

It's raining……

Feeling the drizzle falling above his head, Wu Tao shrank and returned to the room.

It is raining but not snowing, indicating that this winter is not too cold, which is a typical feature of the El Niño climate. This means that the flood season of the coming summer will come as scheduled.

The light rain outside the window was pattering, and the fire in the east room was booming.

The old man is tired early and has fallen asleep. Xiao Jiang was also trapped in mud, holding the toy he had just bought in his hand and didn't let go.

Wu Binghua lifted up Yaoer to wash, and Zhang Huilan also finished making dumplings. She packed up the dumplings full of helmets and said, "Tao, send it to you, Auntie Hua."

"okay."

When Wu Tao walked to the gate of Aunt Hua's house, carrying the dumplings covered by the floral blue cloth, he was greeted by Aunt Hua and came out to close the door.

According to the custom of Beijiang, in order to welcome the God of Wealth, the door to the house should be closed as late as possible.

"Tao, come in quickly." Aunt Hua held the oil paper umbrella and quickly covered it for him, letting in.

Wu Tao walked in, "Aunt Hua, happy new year!"

Xinruolanxiang's flower aunt couldn't help but startled: "Boss, a good Chinese New Year!"

Wu Tao couldn't help but raised his brows. For so many festive seasons, Aunt Hua lingered on the sadness of missing his dad in the dark egg. Today, it seems to be a little different.

When he entered the main room, the black egg was already asleep in the room.

While Aunt Hua was watching the night in the hall alone, there was a thick stack of papers on the coffee table. The portrait of the black egg's father was still there, and suddenly seemed to be smiling.

Putting down the dumplings, Wu Tao was very surprised, "Aunt Hua, it's so late, are you still working?"

Aunt Hua smiled gracefully. Although she still lives in this old house, she has already cultivated her self-cultivation and temperament in her gestures. "Anyway, it's okay, and I can't sleep, just think about my plans for the coming year."

"...Now Baimeiqianjiao's stall is spread out, but you said that keeping a business is more difficult than starting a business. So I have to take care of this matter carefully and make a good plan." Aunt Hua made a cup of tea, but she went up. Good Longjing, hand it to Wu Tao.

"...I didn’t know before, but now I understand that being an official is not as easy as we thought. It’s not as easy as we thought. It’s not as easy as we thought it was. At night, don’t you think less than me, right?"

Listening to Aunt Hua's relaxed and calm tone, Wu Tao was relieved, but couldn't help asking, "So Aunt Hua, where's Uncle?"

"Black egg his dad, I miss him so much." Aunt Hua pursed her red lips, as if trying to restrain herself, "But he has gone away from me with the me in the past. Isn't it a bit like this? fickle?"

The words that came, Hua Aunty spoke, subconsciously tugging with her fingers, feeling anxious.

"I can't tell." Wu Tao saw the performance of the other party in his eyes, but he did not try to explain anything, just casually said: "But I have read a sentence, forgetting is the best memorial. Maybe you and The black egg is living more and more prosperous, which is the result that the uncle is most willing to see~www.wuxiaspot.com~ After a long time, Aunt Hua straightened her upper body, her pretty face was full of firmness and said: "You are right. . "

"Then tell me about your work plans and ideas for Bai Mei Qianjiao for the coming year." Wu Tao leaned back on the sofa and changed the subject.

Aunt Hua was shocked, "First, stop the pace of expansion; second, integrate resources management, establish a unified training system and financial system, and set up professional training courses for beauty; third, strengthen horizontal exchanges among senior beauty technicians and establish a reasonable professional system ..."

Listening to Aunt Hua's endless ideas, Wu Tao really felt admired, which made him think of a word.

Some people look obscure, but once they are successful, they can soar into the sky.

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