Jiang Jinjin was particularly moved.

She has received many gifts since she was a child, but none of them touched her heartstrings once.

Even Zhou Mingfeng's carefully prepared gifts are no match for this small handmade villa.

She wanted to show it off to the world, and immediately posted a one-stop Weibo Weibo to let the world know that she received a big villa today! Of course, by the way, she also broadcasted her moving with Zhou Mingfeng. It was as if her whole world had changed people.

Zhou Mingfeng received a small composition from Jiang Jinjin.

Obviously, the protagonist of the small composition is not him.

This made him unable to help but fall into contemplation. Is it possible that one of his drawings of the manor is not as good as this kind of handmade villa that deceives children?

This was what Assistant Liu saw when he came in.

He thought that Zhou always encountered some work problems.

Seeing Zhou Mingfeng's face hesitated to say something, he finally shook his head in the expectant gaze of Assistant Liu, and said warmly: "Today Christmas, you also get off work and go back to accompany your wife early."

Liu Zhu thought for a moment, and curiously asked, "Zhou, have you prepared a gift for your wife this time?"

Now think about it, with Zhou Zong's wise and martial arts, most of the things at work will not make him show that expression.

Then, there are only private matters, and the only thing that can affect Zhou Zong's mind now, except for Zong Zong's son, is Zong Zong's wife.

After much deliberation, he is still more inclined to be his wife.

Didn't you prepare a gift yet? Upset about the gift?

Zhou Mingfeng replied: "Prepared."

Assistant Liu nodded, "Then...Zhou, I'm off work?"

The gifts are all given, and it seems that there is no use for him.

"Go ahead."

On the other side, Jiang Jinjin naturally found the drawing under the pillow.

But the first draft of that kind of design, when a layman saw it, he couldn't see anything famous. Of course, Jiang Jinjin would not think of this drawing as a Christmas gift. He thought it was Zhou Mingfeng who accidentally fell on the bed, so he put it on. He collected the drawing and put it back on his study desk.

When Zhou Mingfeng came back from get off work, Jiang Jinjin and Zhou Yan had already had dinner.

Zhou Yan continued to return to the room and put himself in the problem-brushing mode, while Jiang Jinjin went back to the bedroom...knitting a scarf.

She is also on a whim.

When I went to the convenience store today, I found that Deng Qin and another girl were knitting scarves. Only when I asked, I realized that they were a New Year's Day gift for her boyfriend.

She was still immersed in the touch of that small handmade villa and couldn't help herself.

So he drove to the shop and bought wool needles and dark gray wool.

Of course she overestimated herself. Seeing that Deng Qin and the others are really easy to knit scarves, just move their fingers. Why is it so difficult to get here? When he was struggling on the verge of giving up, Zhou Mingfeng came back.

"What are you doing?" Zhou Mingfeng asked.

He suddenly made a sound, which shocked her.

She gave him a blank look. "Almost poked. Can't you see what I'm doing? Knitting a scarf."

Woven scarves?

Frankly speaking, Zhou Mingfeng really didn't see it.

Of course, he also guessed that most of the scarf was not knitted for him. If it was prepared for him, she would not let him know now.

So...

Zhou Mingfeng asked unclearly, "Weave a scarf for Ayan?"

Jiang Jinjin was still looking down at the needle and threading method, without raising his head, "Yes. But don't tell him first."

Not that I wanted to surprise Zhou Yan.

She just felt...mostly she would choose to give up.

Zhou Mingfeng's eyes fell heavily on the top of her hair. It is impossible to say that the heart is not subtle, but after thinking about it, I can only nod and agree.

The relationship between her and A Yan was so good, beyond his expectation.

But he is happy to see it happen, not only for Ayan, but also for her.

On New Year's Day, students also have to take three days off.

Before the holiday, Zhou Yan borrowed a notebook from Xu Congjian, and now it is used up and ready to return it to him. But while he was still taking notes, a student nearby was playing around and hit Xu Congjian's desk. Several of Xu Congjian's notebooks fell to the ground.

At this moment, Xu Congjian went to pick up the boiling water, and was not in his seat.

Seeing Zhou Yan squatting down to pick up the notebook, the two squatting students were too frightened to speak.

Although Zhou Yan is no longer making trouble and is studying hard, he almost passed the top ten in the mid-term exam this semester, but his classmates were still afraid of him.

There was a low air pressure all around.

Zhou Yan didn't care at all. When picking up Xu Congjian's notebook, he inadvertently caught a glimpse of a word he wrote in the blank space, and was stunned for an instant.

The handwriting is vigorous and powerful, that is one word, Jiang.

Zhou Yan just froze for a while, stood up, holding the notebook in his hand, Xu Congjian walked into the classroom with a thermos cup, and saw the notebook in Zhou Yan's hand, his expression froze.

The atmosphere suddenly became weird.

The other classmates stopped talking, and looked at the two men with doubts.

Zhou Yan looked down and put the notebook back on Xu Congjian's desk casually.

"Xu Congjian," Zhou Yan lowered his head and glanced at his watch. "It's still early, how about we go to play court?"

Xu Congjian was silent for a moment, nodded, and walked over, pressing the thermos cup on the notebook, "Okay."

Both of them can be regarded as academic masters.

I asked the teacher for a class leave, and the teacher actually approved it.

On the huge stadium, only Xu Congjian and Zhou Yan, both of them put on jerseys, and both launched an absolute offensive. No one backed down. This was almost a "fighting contest." For forty minutes, both of them were sweating profusely and were extremely happy. Sitting on the basketball court, Zhou Yan took the mineral water from Xu Congjian and drank a large bottle in one breath.

Zhou Yan didn't mention the notebook.

Xu Congjian did not say either.

But all the words have been said again.

"I heard her say, do you want to take the medical university?"

"Yep."

"Then study hard." Zhou Yan said, "I bet you to be the No. 1 in science this year. I bet with Yan Zhengfei with huge sums of money."

Xu Congjian smiled slightly, "Okay."

In the winter, Zhou Yan sweated and blew the wind again, and caught a cold after returning home at night.

Jiang Jinjin is still taking the convenience store employees to dinner.

After the family doctor came over, he prescribed the medicine and left. Zhou Mingfeng was busy in the study for a long time before turning off the computer and going to the second bedroom next door. Zhou Yan was sitting on the bed and reading.

In fact, father and son rarely talk together.

Although the relationship is now much closer than before, neither Zhou Mingfeng nor Zhou Yan is used to changing the previous way of getting along.

Zhou Yan asked suddenly: "You will be with her forever?"

Zhou Mingfeng still didn't know how to answer this question.

He looked at his son's eyes and said, "I don't know."

Zhou Yan was very excited for a moment, and sat up straight, "Don't know? Don't you want to spend a lifetime with her?"

He had already thought that she would stay in this family forever.

"This matter is not something you should worry about." Zhou Mingfeng said the truth. No one can guarantee a lifetime, if he takes a lifetime as an oath, I am afraid that with her character, he will want to run away immediately.

On this snowy night, Zhou Mingfeng said his own thoughts to his son for the first time.

"If, one day I will be gone." Zhou Mingfeng's voice was steady and light, as if he was saying something unusual, "You treat her better."

Zhou Yan was stunned.

How did this suddenly extend to the issue of life and death?

He looked puzzled.

Zhou Mingfeng smiled faintly: "I am twelve years older than her. This kind of thing is very likely to happen. At that time, if she knows someone, you remember to help her check it out. If you have a family then, Remember to visit her often. She likes to be lively, but is afraid of trouble, so you can control it well by yourself."

He may really not be young anymore.

Occasionally, I think about what happened behind me.

She is so much younger than him, probably he will walk in front of her. fair enough.

As for why I have to talk to my son about this, it is probably because I am not young anymore.

Zhou Yan looked at his father in a daze, obviously his father didn't say anything, but he was, for the first time, he really felt that his father loved Ms. Jiang very much.

Zhou Mingfeng's life is not equal to Jiang Jinjin's life.

He has been her all his life, and she doesn't have to be, but even so, he is ready.

The door was vacant.

Jiang Jinjin was listening to the conversation quietly while leaning against the wall outside.

...

When Zhou Mingfeng returned to the bedroom, Jiang Jinjin had already removed her makeup in the bathroom. After she washed, she sat on the side of the bed, glanced at Zhou Mingfeng, and retrieved an authoritative investigation report from her mobile phone.

"Surveys show that women generally live longer than men." Jiang Jin Tsugaru snorted, "I said you are a black-hearted capitalist. You still don't believe me. Now I've got hold of it. How old is Zhou Yan? It is not certain who will provide for whom."

Zhou Mingfeng looked at the investigation report very seriously.

After reading it, he looked at her again.

Jiang Jinjin stretched out his hand and nodded behind his forehead, hands on his hips, "You father and son, huh, man."

Zhou Mingfeng took her hand to her arms, "Are you angry?"

Jiang Jinjin: "No, you are very insidious, and you asked him to help me check, just like him, you will definitely say," she deliberately said cocky in Zhou Yan's tone, "this old man compares to my dad. That was landing on the moon and touching porcelain, Ms. Jiang, why are you getting worse and worse?"

Zhou Mingfeng was amused by her.

Jiang Jinjin hugged him and took a bite on his shoulder, "Why don't you pick a few candidates for me first?"

Zhou Mingfeng, an old vinegar, just wanted to show it in front of his son.

She can guarantee that if he is really gone someday, he will turn into A Piao and stay by her side.

If Zhou Yan really helped her to check, and really helped her make a decision, this old Apiao might even jump around and scold his unfilial son. At night, he would sneer at Zhou Yan again in a dream.

When Jiang Jinjin thought of the scene, he was immediately overwhelmed with joy.

"Are you very happy?" Zhou Mingfeng approached her and asked.

Jiang Jinjin didn't seem to notice it... madly and unconsciously, he continued to provoke him, "I think it should be better maintained, and there is no need to find an old man."

Think about Mrs. Liu, stumbling.

It wasn't until Zhou Mingfeng's hand encircled her wrist, and with a little effort, did she recover, put her hand out and hugged his neck, and said seriously: "Let's live longer."

Love me for a few years.

Zhou Mingfeng was startled, his eyes calmly hugged her into his arms.

Zhou Yan is seventeen years old this year.

He has received many, many love letters, but he doesn't understand what love is.

Is it saying that I love you every day?

It does not seem.

He never heard his dad and Ms. Jiang put love on his lips, but after tonight, he vaguely understood that maybe his dad has been expecting such a **** to appear in his life.

Fortunately, she came.