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"Mom! My mother-in-law!"

Xu Fei hugged Zhang Guiqin, unable to help himself, old tears.

"Get up!"

"I do not!"

"Sai face is no, go above!"

The mother kicked her son away and went into the hospital with big bags. She left at the end of January, and now at the beginning of April, she apparently feels comfortable at home, ruddy and full of spirit.

After all, in his early forties, he is also a dancer, and in another 20 years there will be a flower in the proper square.

Zhang Guiqin saw that the pomegranate was still there, Yonglu Bicao, and the dog came over to shake his tail enthusiastically, and sighed: "I haven't seen you for a long time, and I miss your little courtyard. Hey, how did Westinghouse lock?"

"All moved out."

"What?"

Suspended by this voice, Xu Fei hurriedly said: "No quarrel! No contradiction! It was Shen Lin who moved away and felt awkward, and the two of them rented a house outside."

"..."

Zhang Guiqin glanced at him for a long time, "You just believe me, and I can't take care of your business, just go and clean up for me."

"Eh!"

Teacher Xu carried his luggage into the house and had a busy schedule. The mother slept in the master bedroom as usual, and he slept in the study.

The east and west houses are empty, and the furnishings are still there. What kind of arhat bed of red sandalwood, the cabinet of Huanghuali, the chair of mahogany, the paperweight of ancient inkstone, and the pet of Jinchan tea remain intact.

At noon, Zhang Guiqin cooked, and the two women ate in the kitchen, and the more they ate, the worse.

"Less people are deserted, like a haunted house. Hey, where do they live, I'll see."

"Dongcheng, it's quite far away. Let's take a rest and have a meal."

"That's all right. Does Xiaoxu still go to school?"

"It's good to go. I made an advertisement and broadcast it. Zhang Li is also working, busy with the crew."

Xu Fei chewed her mother's food, which was a long-lost taste. "You don't have to go to the shop all the time. Wang Bailin did a good job. Just check the accounts at the end of the month. Do I still have two yards in the Daju Hutong? , Plan to reinstall it, you can help me watch it. "

"Oh, I just changed from a waiter to a foreman?"

"Look what you said, you are right."

"Your boy, if you weren't my son ..."

Zhang Guiqin waved his chopsticks, indicating that he had glued you to the wall.

…………

Asian Organizing Committee, conference room.

The performance team is all here, and the director is introducing the progress of the opening ceremony.

"Long story short, what has been determined so far:

The literary and artistic performance is divided into two planes. A total of 10,800 people participated in the background reproduction performance opposite the podium. Those who participated in the venue performance, according to the reports of the various groups, estimated a total of 10,000 people.

The main content of the program has been approved. The following groups are rehearsing. We help coordinate the venue and personnel. Within this year, we must complete the arrangement and rehearsal of all the programs. In the first half of next year, we will practice, rehearse, and rehearse.

Comrades, do n’t feel that you have enough time, you need to get nervous ... "

Xu Fei quietly asked Cheng Dong, "Where are we rehearsing?"

"A university playground, you can borrow us for the summer vacation. The notification letter has been sent, the place is very cooperative, and you can go to Beijing at any time. There are different candidates for the lead boxing you said, I mean take a video of each, compare and compare Raise your hand to vote. "

"Yes, I will arrange it as soon as possible."

The Asian Games Committee is very short, and each department is like non-stop parts, supporting the work of this huge machine.

Next year will be the Asian Games. The more money is spent, the more aggressive the leaders will be.

The enthusiasm of the people is increasing, and the literary and art circles bear the brunt. Today, Cui Jian, Ming Guo, Cai Guoqing, the newspaper Tian Tian Bao, and the charity performance are all scheduled for next year.

This piece of Xu Fei group, he does not understand choreography, he is responsible for visual effects, including clothing modeling, stage design and the like, equivalent to art director.

In the afternoon, the meeting was adjourned.

After running away in twos and threes, Cheng Dong greeted everyone, "Hey, everybody rub it up early this morning?"

"OK, I'll go if you treat me."

"I don't want to eat hot pot. I'll go barbecue."

"I can't go, change the day."

"Hey, Teacher Xu, are you going?"

"I have something to do, I have to go back."

Xu Fei waved his hand, pedaled to the car and ran to Dongcheng.

On April day, the temperature picked up quickly, pink and willow green.

His jeans and sneakers were not bought in vain. Most of the year, he changed to a pair of cotton shoes. Today is wearing a lousy jacket, but inside is an imported sweater, more than a thousand dollars.

No way, plain and unpretentious.

When passing by a vegetable market, I bought a basket of things and quickly arrived in a residential area. This piece is a family home of a certain unit. It is a new building with a bicycle shed underneath.

Most of the young and middle-aged people are busy and busy.

Xu Fei climbed to the fifth floor and estimated that he hadn't reached the point of work, so he took the key and opened the door.

"How about today ..."

The door opened, Chen Xiaoxu froze, blinked, and ran to the bedroom.

"You come back to me!"

boom!

The door was closed and locked.

Xu Fei shouted through the door: "Are you sick? You come out."

"Do not!"

"What are you doing to hide me?"

"You can't control it."

"As for being so afraid of me?"

"Who is afraid of you?"

"Then you come out."

"Do not!"

"I'll tell you about advertising, come out."

"..."

There was a pause for a few seconds, and squeaking came out, Xiao Xu glanced, uncomfortable. Since that troublesome understanding, he has never been alone with him, and is a little afraid.

Sit on the chair.

"I can't eat you again!"

Xu Fei rolled his eyes and opened the bag. "I just came from the Asian Games Organizing Committee and bought a piece of ribs. Let's stew beans at night. Have this ..."

He pushed a bag of beef jerky and a bag of nougat.

"Why are you so thick-skinned?"

Xiaoxu pulled away and frowned, "Bring your spare ribs and order food. Is this your home?"

"I am thick-skinned, you know the first day?"

"You are getting thicker and thicker, like a wall putty."

"Then I'm still white, you are getting darker and fatter."

"get out!"

"What are you doing out there, who wouldn't fight with you without me?"

Xu Fei took it as soon as he saw it, put the vegetables in the house and wondered, "Hey, didn't you go to school today?"

"..."

"I'm dark and fat. I have stayed up late and my head is bald, you look at it."

He lifted his hair, revealing the brain door of his hairline worries, "I will shave even if I'm bald, and I can pull down my handsomeness."

"Bah, shameless!"

Xiao Xu grunted and couldn't help laughing, saying: "I didn't go yesterday, the school was closed."

"Oh."

He didn't dare to ask, "What are you doing at home?"

"Aren't you talking about advertising?"

"Well, how are you doing?"

She got up and entered the workshop, took out a half-foot thick draft, and spread it on the table. "No one is satisfied. If you are in a hurry, you can find someone else, or just wait."

"I'm not in a hurry ..."

Xu Fei picked up the sketch and looked at it, quite surprised. "Progress is fast. It's a bit of a meaning. It's thinking a little more."

"How to open?"

"This is very complicated. I want to tell you that I am planning. I can only say that I can use your imagination again."

He leaned over there, "Come on, let's study."