Needless to say, although most of the furniture in Zhou Yamei's home is in the style of the 1930s and is more Western-style, the workmanship is very solid.

Li Xuewu wandered around for more than half an hour without seeing any movement.

In other words, the sound of table legs scraping against the floor was also covered up by the low voice.

In order to decorate this house, Fu Haibo put in a lot of effort.

After searching many places in the city, I finally came up with a complete set of furniture with similar colors and styles, and even the sizes were very suitable.

You can just say that the sofa in the small study cannot be used by a person lying upright, and his calves have to hang out half way, unless he is lying on his stomach.

Li Xuewu particularly likes the leather surface of the sofa, which is just like the recliner in Zhou Yamei's studio downstairs. It is very comfortable to touch.

In these days, most sofas have a spring structure. The more springs, the stronger they are and the stronger they are, and the better the feeling of sitting on them.

It's no problem for one person to sit on it, but to test the quality of a sofa, it must pass extreme tests, including the springs.

So if you hold a person and bump around, if the springs are constant, the frame is silent, and the spring is strong, it proves that this sofa is a good sofa.

Li Xuewu tried it himself and found that the quality was indeed very good. It would not deform no matter how much pressure another person put on it, and there would be no rattling sound from the spring.

He actually wanted to test whether the cabinet was strong, but Zhou Yamei didn't want to. He really didn't have the strength, and couldn't stand his troubles.

Finally, I listened to her and tried the quality of the bed before giving her satisfactory approval.

He was satisfied and ready to go to bed, but Zhou Yamei still had to get up and clean the battlefield.

First, I went to the bathroom to put in a hot towel and helped the hard-working guy clean up, then I went to clean up the study, and finally I took a shower, and that was it.

When she returned to bed and wanted to talk to him, she saw Li Xuewu coming over again.

"oops--"

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"I would say Mr. Hala, tear it up and wash it, and pull it in until it's too late."

When Fu Zhidong opened his eyes in the morning, he found that he was sleeping next to his uncle. He was so surprised that he almost jumped up and screamed.

He told his uncle about his friends at school and the pinyin and Chinese characters he was learning.

Also, the foreign language his mother taught him.

Russian is actually difficult to learn, especially after getting used to Mandarin, which has a flat and pointed tongue, and your tongue will grunt.

"Master Hara means good things, tear it up and wash it off means thank you, and don't pull it in until it means noon is good. I will also have many other things."

Fu Zhidong can not only speak but also write these Russian vocabulary words, and his writing is quite good.

Li Xuewu lay on the head of the bed and watched Fu Zhidong lying on the bed using a pencil to write the words he just said for him on the paper, very seriously.

"How do you say goodbye?"

"Goodbye? I don't know, I haven't learned it yet." Fu Zhidong raised his head and looked at his uncle and said, "My mother hasn't taught me yet."

"Then I'll teach you, there are two kinds. One is to tell the elders, hoping to meet again." Li Xuewu took the pencil from his godson's hand, wrote дocвnдahnr in the notebook, and read: "Da Sidaniya,

goodbye."

"One is to talk to peers, and have a close relationship, and can meet again soon." He wrote пoka in the notebook with a pencil again, pointed to Fu Zhidong and read: "Baga, goodbye."

"Baga?" Fu Zhidong looked at his godfather in confusion and asked, "Isn't Baga Japanese? I heard it from my kindergarten classmate."

"It's not that Baga, it's Baga."

Li Xuewu pointed to the words in the notebook and corrected: "The pronunciation of the two languages ​​is similar."

"I remember this -"

Fu Zhidong was very honest. He pointed to Baga, which had only four letters. The pronunciation also impressed him deeply.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Li Xuewu smiled and touched his little head, and said: "No matter how you remember it, as long as you can use it, use it in the right context.

It’s right, it’s good, it’s Hala Shao.”

"Hehe, I get it."

Fu Zhidong took the pencil and learned to write these two words in the notebook. He was very slow but serious. It was obvious that he was a careful and steady child.

Li Xuewu only waited for him to finish writing, and then took him to read it a few times to familiarize him with the pronunciation.

"Zhidong, uncle is leaving today and is going back to the capital." He looked at his godson and said, "Which way should you say goodbye to your uncle?"

"Uncle - can't you stay a few more days?" Fu Zhidong heard that he was leaving, so he got up, threw himself into his arms, and said in a pleading tone: "I still have a lot of things to say to you.

Well, I also know a lot of words."

"Well, uncle knows that Zhidong studies well, is well-behaved and obedient, and is friendly to his classmates. Teacher Zhang even praised Zhidong to his uncle."

Li Xuewu held his godson in his arms, comforted him and said, "Zhidong is praised by Teacher Zhang because he is not late every day and does his homework well, right?"

"Um--"

Fu Zhidong had already pursed his lips and looked like he was about to cry, but he still held back the tears in his eyes as he listened to his uncle's words.

"Fu Zhidong must study well, be praised by teachers, and be responsible for his own studies. Then my uncle must also work well like Zhidong."

Li Xuewu coaxed him and said: "Uncle must also be responsible for the factory. He cannot be late, let alone delay the work and tasks in the factory."

"But Zhidong can't let go of his uncle. My uncle knows it, because he can't let go of Zhidong either. He will miss Zhidong from time to time."

"uncle--"

Fu Zhidong put his arms around his uncle's neck, tears fell on his neck, and tried to be strong and said: "I miss you too."

"Hmm, it must be so. Uncle misses Zhidong, and Zhidong will definitely miss uncle too."

Li Xuewu patted his dry son on the back and comforted him: "Zhidong is already a child in school, so he is no longer an ignorant child."

"Promise uncle, be strong. A man will not shed tears easily. Uncle will come again."

"Well - I'm waiting for you, you must come." Fu Zhidong wiped the tears on his face, sat next to his uncle and said, "I, I want to study hard, and when I grow up, I will go to college and go to the capital."

"No problem. Zhidong has ambitions. My uncle will definitely support you. Just go to the capital."

Li Xuewu took his godson's little hand and said, "We have to agree that we will follow uncle to wash up, change clothes, go downstairs, eat, and uncle will take you to school. You can't cry."

Fu Zhidong pursed his lips, wiped his tears again and again, and said: "I, the most I can do is make sure I don't cry out, wuwu——"

"If you want to cry, then uncle won't dare to come next time." Li Xuewu wiped his tears and said, "Uncle also has a job."

"If Zhidong has to cry every time he comes or leaves, then my uncle won't be able to bear it and can only wait until Zhidong grows up before he comes again."

"don't want--!"

Fu Zhidong suppressed his emotions, let his godfather wipe his tears, and said, "I won't cry."

"What words should I use when I say goodbye to my uncle later?"

Li Xuewu picked up the notebook, pointed it to Fu Zhidong and asked, "What we just learned."

"Well -" Fu Zhidong was still sobbing a little. He looked at the book with tears in his eyes, then looked at his godfather and said, "I want to use Baga, and I want to meet you again soon."

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Zhou Yamei was busy making pancakes and cooking vegetables all morning. She only waited for Lao Biaozi and his wife to enter the yard, then went to pick them up and called the two men upstairs who were still on the lazy bed.

Just when she walked to the door of the guest room and heard the conversation in the room, she cried first.

I couldn't bear to cry, and I couldn't bear to leave Li Xuewu. There were still guests waiting downstairs, so I reminded them through the door to hurry downstairs.

"Brother Wu"

Lao Biaozi called him Brother Wu, and Mai Qinglan also called him Brother Wu.

Her belly is no longer small now. She is six months old and has no problem walking, but she has no strength and is not at the dock on weekdays.

The wind on the pier is strong, the temperature is low, and the humidity is high. It is the time of pregnancy, and the seams in the bones are stretched. If you are exposed to the cold and the tide, you will be considered useless in this life, and you will suffer in the future.

Mai Qinglan and Lao Biaozi are now living in the former youth club. The property rights were given to the recycling station, and Lao Biaozi has established a firm foothold again. Entertainment activities are not allowed during this period, so it has become the accommodation and office of the recycling station.

place.

They are all in the city, so it is very convenient to come here, and it only takes more than ten minutes to drive.

Li Xuewu came downstairs with his godson, greeted the couple and asked about the situation.

Mainly to care about Mai Qinglan's health and living conditions, and also talk about the situation in Beijing and her parents' situation at the club.

Lao Biaozi also had good intentions. He knew that his daughter-in-law was thinking about her parents in Beijing. He made phone calls and exchanged letters frequently, but they were never as good as letters from acquaintances.

Parents do not dare to trouble their children, report good news but not bad news, marry far away from the Northeast, and live in exile. Mai Qinglan does not dare to tell her parents about her grievances.

Therefore, I just want to hear what people close to me have to say about the situation at home. If it is really good, then I can rest assured.

"I actually don't go there very much recently. There's always something going on in the factory, and I can't rest on weekends."

Li Xuewu introduced with a smile: "I heard that your old man and old lady came back from the Northeast. I also asked Yu Li if Biaozi had been wronged or had any inconvenience in life."

"No - it's not him, it's my parents." Mai Qinglan explained with some embarrassment: "I only stayed for more than half a month. I said that I still have apprentices to take care of in the capital. I'm worried, so I won't stay any longer."

"How dare I not be filial to my father-in-law and mother-in-law?" Old Biaozi laughed and said, "Here you are, helping us unpack and wash our quilts, and help prepare the children's clothes and so on. I'm grateful and miss you before it's too late."

Mai Qinglan listened to his joking and felt a little embarrassed in front of Li Xuewu, so she kicked him secretly and stopped him from talking.
To be continued...