After Cheng Xiaotian returned to Director Zhao's house, he was hugged by Grandma Zhao who was waiting at the door early. The level of enthusiasm even Director Zhao, who had always been generous, had a taste of it. He tried hard to recall whether he had enjoyed this passion in his past years, but he was very disappointed. However, when Director Zhao looked up and saw that Cheng Xiaotian's enjoyment face had turned red and purple at this time, and there was a possibility of continuing to deepen, Director Zhao was glad, thinking that if he had enjoyed this passion in the past years, he would not know where to wander. Maybe heaven or hell
While Director Zhao blocked Cheng Xiaotian's strong gaze for help, he forgot something very important. He told Grandma Zhao his truest feelings for him now. I don't know if he really forgot or holds some other revenge mentality.
Anyway, the result now is that Xiaotian is in pain and happiness
Cheng Xiaotian sat on the sofa with a flushed face. His eyes were slightly prominent compared to normal times. He raised his head lightly. His chest was rising and falling due to violent breathing. The whole feeling was like the fish struggling on the shore for a long time and then put into the water. He greedily breathed the hard-earned air
If someone asks Cheng Xiaotian what is the most precious thing in the world, he will definitely tell you without hesitation that it is air. Only after losing it can you know how to cherish it
Perhaps, each of us repeats this very simple mistake on some big and small things. So, I hope, from this moment now, let us cherish everything that belongs to us now, even if it is just the air that can be seen everywhere.
After adjustment, Cheng Xiaotian has returned from a dying fish to a human look. He looked at Director Zhao next to him, and he quickly looked around and actually admired his home.
Cheng Xiaotian was so angry that he hated Director Zhao's unjust behavior that he had just become itchy, but he smiled disdainfully on the surface. He took his eyes and glanced up and down to Director Zhao, then walked behind him gently, and looked forward to make the two faces meet. He said softly, Grandpa, can you laugh if you want to? If you hold it back, you will not be cured.
I don’t know if Director Zhao is trying to cooperate with Cheng Xiaotian’s words or is really afraid of getting sick. As soon as Cheng Xiaotian finished speaking, Director Zhao laughed out loud like a sudden balloon, without any grace.
Looking at Director Zhao's current appearance, there is no such thing as a scholar's elegant demeanor. Cheng Xiaotian even regrets why there is no digital camera or something in his hand. He viciously thought that if Director Zhao's appearance was taken at this time and sold it to those tabloids, the income should be considerable. Even Cheng Xiaotian had already thought about the title, and he called the Laughing Man: The Demeanor of the Director of the First Library in China
After Director Zhao calmed down a little, he might feel that his behavior just now was a bit too much. He looked at Cheng Xiaotian, who sat back on the sofa and said embarrassedly, "That Xiaotian, Grandpa did not mean it, it was definitely not intentional. It's just that your performance just now was too funny. When in your grandma's arms, it was like the fishing water bird. Grandpa couldn't remember the name. It was probably called a cormorant. Anyway, it's very similar. Grandpa didn't know that while people's faces changed and their necks were so stretched. That's fine, but you just had that expression on the sofa, and you were so dying. The fish came ashore. Do you think grandpa could not laugh? Fortunately, you are filial and afraid that grandpa would get sick.
After the story of Director Zhao, he thought of the funny point and laughed again. Perhaps the laughter just now was overdrawing his physical strength. This time, Grandma Zhao came over with the fruits she had prepared. Seeing Director Zhao's appearance, she couldn't help but laugh.
In fact, to be precise, Grandma Zhao's mouth has never closed after Xiaotian entered the door.
Grandma Zhao handed Cheng Xiaotian a peeled cantaloupe. She looked up at Director Zhao who was still chuckling and asked, "I said, Lao Zhao, what are you happy about? Tell me, let me know, look at your happy look."
Director Zhao originally wanted to say that it was because Xiaotian came back and was happy, but he didn't get enough time to answer. Cheng Xiaotian said first, Grandma, you don't know, Grandma just told me a joke, but it was funny. Look at my face, I smiled without any white color. I can't laugh at all now, my stomach is almost hurting to death.
Grandma Zhao has been following Director Zhao for almost her whole life. She has heard him tell jokes a few times, but looking at Cheng Xiaotian's red face, she also heard the laughter in the living room when she was in the kitchen, and she couldn't help but turn her hopeful eyes on Director Zhao.
Before Cheng Xiaotian finished speaking, Director Zhao was so excited that he almost swallowed the watermelon in his hand. After finally dealing with the watermelon in his hand, he raised his eyes but met Grandma Zhao's eager gaze. He was too busy to give him a smile that was not much different from crying. He glared at Cheng Xiaotian, who was eating melons with hatred. Looking at the constantly shaking shoulders, Director Zhao had no reason not to believe that the boy was laughing secretly.
While cursing Cheng Xiaotian laughed secretly, he also racked his brains to search for some bullshit jokes.
This joke must be told, otherwise how to explain the situation just now, Cheng Xiaotian's face could be explained as being excited when he went home to see his grandmother. But what did he say about his laughter in the living room just now? You can't tell the truth that he laughed unintentionally by seeing that little bastard was greeted by his old wife and was tortured by inadvertently. If he really said that, Director Zhao was confident that Grandma Zhao would definitely summon the whole family to criticize him. Although he also has the talent to write poetry, he cannot guarantee that like Comrade Heitu, the sound of the waves will remain the same with a broken poem. If he was about to get a room, it would be far away. At least the little bastard in front of him would be sure to take the blame.
Director Zhao was worried, and accidentally caught Cheng Xiaotian blinking his innocent big eyes. Director Zhao suddenly had a very bad premonition. Sure enough, Cheng Xiaotian touched his mouth and said, Grandpa, you are not willing to tell jokes to grandma, right? Is it okay? I just didn’t want to listen to it every day just now. What are you talking about? Grandpa, is it okay?
Didn’t someone say that once a person gets older, he will live younger and younger. According to Grandma Zhao’s current age, it is not a big deal for people who are no longer than 20 years old. It’s not a big deal. With the help of some ambitions, it has become complicated.
Sure enough, Grandma Zhao didn't care at first, so she asked Director Zhao to tell a joke, which was just so casual. But now, Cheng Xiaotian's unintentional reminder was a little excited. Why? Isn't it just tell a joke? As for being so difficult, I have lived with you for most of my life. Now, don't you even have the right to listen to a joke.
Thinking of this, although I didn't say anything, my face was already very ugly
Director Zhao noticed Grandma Zhao's ugly face and realized the current severe situation. He inexplicably glanced at Cheng Xiaotian, who was pretending to be serious, wondering when this little bastard was so insidious, and there was no honest look when he first arrived in City B.
Director Zhao sighed, but the grim situation in front of him still needs to be faced, but now this situation is really like a duck to be put on the shelves. He obviously won’t have any jokes, so where can he tell him?
Usually, I often eat and drink with a few old brothers, friends, etc., but the conversation between them is never separated from academic topics, and then there are social phenomena, national systems, etc.
Director Zhao really felt that a person's knowledge was always limited.
Director Zhao remembered a classic story, let’s just treat it as a joke. He coughed twice, and it was a opening remark.
It was said that there was a mountain in the past, there was a temple on the mountain, there was an old monk in the temple, and the old monk was telling stories to the little monk; it was said that there was a mountain in the past, there was a temple on the mountain, and there was an old monk in the temple, and the old monk was telling stories to the little monk...
Cheng Xiaotian sat upright with his hands behind his back, and in the place where Director Zhao and Grandma Zhao couldn't see him, he pinched himself fiercely. In the eyes of those who are interested, his expression was a bit funny. Cheng Xiaotian wanted to hold his position, but it was too hard. When Director Zhao's classic story was cycled to the fourth time, he finally escaped from the bathroom with urine. Although the effect of Director Zhao's classic story was not visible on the surface, the moment the bathroom door closed, the effect was still good.
In comparison, Grandma Zhao's kung fu showed up. At least she persisted in the eighth time of the classic story cycle. Although she did not give her laughter in the end, she just lost the sentence. It was getting late, so I went to make lunch first and then got up to go to the kitchen.
Director Zhao was a little stunned for a moment, wondering if he should continue his classic story. He unconsciously revolved himself up until Grandma Zhao's voice came from the kitchen.
Old Zhao, to be honest, I think you are much more funny than the joke you just told
Director Zhao was speechless for a moment. Now he really couldn't tell whether this sentence was praising or defaming himself. He didn't know what attitude he should have about the result of telling jokes for the first time in his life. Although Grandma Zhao's attitude was ambiguous, Cheng Xiaotian's performance was still very satisfactory. He listened to the bathroom still quite a lot of noise. Director Zhao finally found a little comfort. Not to mention Cheng Xiaotian is a joke, but he is still the one who laughs at the joke.
While Director Zhao blocked Cheng Xiaotian's strong gaze for help, he forgot something very important. He told Grandma Zhao his truest feelings for him now. I don't know if he really forgot or holds some other revenge mentality.
Anyway, the result now is that Xiaotian is in pain and happiness
Cheng Xiaotian sat on the sofa with a flushed face. His eyes were slightly prominent compared to normal times. He raised his head lightly. His chest was rising and falling due to violent breathing. The whole feeling was like the fish struggling on the shore for a long time and then put into the water. He greedily breathed the hard-earned air
If someone asks Cheng Xiaotian what is the most precious thing in the world, he will definitely tell you without hesitation that it is air. Only after losing it can you know how to cherish it
Perhaps, each of us repeats this very simple mistake on some big and small things. So, I hope, from this moment now, let us cherish everything that belongs to us now, even if it is just the air that can be seen everywhere.
After adjustment, Cheng Xiaotian has returned from a dying fish to a human look. He looked at Director Zhao next to him, and he quickly looked around and actually admired his home.
Cheng Xiaotian was so angry that he hated Director Zhao's unjust behavior that he had just become itchy, but he smiled disdainfully on the surface. He took his eyes and glanced up and down to Director Zhao, then walked behind him gently, and looked forward to make the two faces meet. He said softly, Grandpa, can you laugh if you want to? If you hold it back, you will not be cured.
I don’t know if Director Zhao is trying to cooperate with Cheng Xiaotian’s words or is really afraid of getting sick. As soon as Cheng Xiaotian finished speaking, Director Zhao laughed out loud like a sudden balloon, without any grace.
Looking at Director Zhao's current appearance, there is no such thing as a scholar's elegant demeanor. Cheng Xiaotian even regrets why there is no digital camera or something in his hand. He viciously thought that if Director Zhao's appearance was taken at this time and sold it to those tabloids, the income should be considerable. Even Cheng Xiaotian had already thought about the title, and he called the Laughing Man: The Demeanor of the Director of the First Library in China
After Director Zhao calmed down a little, he might feel that his behavior just now was a bit too much. He looked at Cheng Xiaotian, who sat back on the sofa and said embarrassedly, "That Xiaotian, Grandpa did not mean it, it was definitely not intentional. It's just that your performance just now was too funny. When in your grandma's arms, it was like the fishing water bird. Grandpa couldn't remember the name. It was probably called a cormorant. Anyway, it's very similar. Grandpa didn't know that while people's faces changed and their necks were so stretched. That's fine, but you just had that expression on the sofa, and you were so dying. The fish came ashore. Do you think grandpa could not laugh? Fortunately, you are filial and afraid that grandpa would get sick.
After the story of Director Zhao, he thought of the funny point and laughed again. Perhaps the laughter just now was overdrawing his physical strength. This time, Grandma Zhao came over with the fruits she had prepared. Seeing Director Zhao's appearance, she couldn't help but laugh.
In fact, to be precise, Grandma Zhao's mouth has never closed after Xiaotian entered the door.
Grandma Zhao handed Cheng Xiaotian a peeled cantaloupe. She looked up at Director Zhao who was still chuckling and asked, "I said, Lao Zhao, what are you happy about? Tell me, let me know, look at your happy look."
Director Zhao originally wanted to say that it was because Xiaotian came back and was happy, but he didn't get enough time to answer. Cheng Xiaotian said first, Grandma, you don't know, Grandma just told me a joke, but it was funny. Look at my face, I smiled without any white color. I can't laugh at all now, my stomach is almost hurting to death.
Grandma Zhao has been following Director Zhao for almost her whole life. She has heard him tell jokes a few times, but looking at Cheng Xiaotian's red face, she also heard the laughter in the living room when she was in the kitchen, and she couldn't help but turn her hopeful eyes on Director Zhao.
Before Cheng Xiaotian finished speaking, Director Zhao was so excited that he almost swallowed the watermelon in his hand. After finally dealing with the watermelon in his hand, he raised his eyes but met Grandma Zhao's eager gaze. He was too busy to give him a smile that was not much different from crying. He glared at Cheng Xiaotian, who was eating melons with hatred. Looking at the constantly shaking shoulders, Director Zhao had no reason not to believe that the boy was laughing secretly.
While cursing Cheng Xiaotian laughed secretly, he also racked his brains to search for some bullshit jokes.
This joke must be told, otherwise how to explain the situation just now, Cheng Xiaotian's face could be explained as being excited when he went home to see his grandmother. But what did he say about his laughter in the living room just now? You can't tell the truth that he laughed unintentionally by seeing that little bastard was greeted by his old wife and was tortured by inadvertently. If he really said that, Director Zhao was confident that Grandma Zhao would definitely summon the whole family to criticize him. Although he also has the talent to write poetry, he cannot guarantee that like Comrade Heitu, the sound of the waves will remain the same with a broken poem. If he was about to get a room, it would be far away. At least the little bastard in front of him would be sure to take the blame.
Director Zhao was worried, and accidentally caught Cheng Xiaotian blinking his innocent big eyes. Director Zhao suddenly had a very bad premonition. Sure enough, Cheng Xiaotian touched his mouth and said, Grandpa, you are not willing to tell jokes to grandma, right? Is it okay? I just didn’t want to listen to it every day just now. What are you talking about? Grandpa, is it okay?
Didn’t someone say that once a person gets older, he will live younger and younger. According to Grandma Zhao’s current age, it is not a big deal for people who are no longer than 20 years old. It’s not a big deal. With the help of some ambitions, it has become complicated.
Sure enough, Grandma Zhao didn't care at first, so she asked Director Zhao to tell a joke, which was just so casual. But now, Cheng Xiaotian's unintentional reminder was a little excited. Why? Isn't it just tell a joke? As for being so difficult, I have lived with you for most of my life. Now, don't you even have the right to listen to a joke.
Thinking of this, although I didn't say anything, my face was already very ugly
Director Zhao noticed Grandma Zhao's ugly face and realized the current severe situation. He inexplicably glanced at Cheng Xiaotian, who was pretending to be serious, wondering when this little bastard was so insidious, and there was no honest look when he first arrived in City B.
Director Zhao sighed, but the grim situation in front of him still needs to be faced, but now this situation is really like a duck to be put on the shelves. He obviously won’t have any jokes, so where can he tell him?
Usually, I often eat and drink with a few old brothers, friends, etc., but the conversation between them is never separated from academic topics, and then there are social phenomena, national systems, etc.
Director Zhao really felt that a person's knowledge was always limited.
Director Zhao remembered a classic story, let’s just treat it as a joke. He coughed twice, and it was a opening remark.
It was said that there was a mountain in the past, there was a temple on the mountain, there was an old monk in the temple, and the old monk was telling stories to the little monk; it was said that there was a mountain in the past, there was a temple on the mountain, and there was an old monk in the temple, and the old monk was telling stories to the little monk...
Cheng Xiaotian sat upright with his hands behind his back, and in the place where Director Zhao and Grandma Zhao couldn't see him, he pinched himself fiercely. In the eyes of those who are interested, his expression was a bit funny. Cheng Xiaotian wanted to hold his position, but it was too hard. When Director Zhao's classic story was cycled to the fourth time, he finally escaped from the bathroom with urine. Although the effect of Director Zhao's classic story was not visible on the surface, the moment the bathroom door closed, the effect was still good.
In comparison, Grandma Zhao's kung fu showed up. At least she persisted in the eighth time of the classic story cycle. Although she did not give her laughter in the end, she just lost the sentence. It was getting late, so I went to make lunch first and then got up to go to the kitchen.
Director Zhao was a little stunned for a moment, wondering if he should continue his classic story. He unconsciously revolved himself up until Grandma Zhao's voice came from the kitchen.
Old Zhao, to be honest, I think you are much more funny than the joke you just told
Director Zhao was speechless for a moment. Now he really couldn't tell whether this sentence was praising or defaming himself. He didn't know what attitude he should have about the result of telling jokes for the first time in his life. Although Grandma Zhao's attitude was ambiguous, Cheng Xiaotian's performance was still very satisfactory. He listened to the bathroom still quite a lot of noise. Director Zhao finally found a little comfort. Not to mention Cheng Xiaotian is a joke, but he is still the one who laughs at the joke.
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