"Ears." Li Weiyin also takes he congyue and Xu Yimo, who are carrying their luggage, to meet them.

Soon the two sides met, Zhang suisui raised his apple face, and his bright eyes flashed with excited light: "sister Yinyin, you're here. I've been waiting for you for a long time. You see, I've grown so tall!"

"Yes, you've grown so tall." Li Weiyin stretched out his hand to make a comparison. After two years' absence, the little girl grew much taller.

"Hee hee hee..." Zhang suisui said with a satisfied smile, "sister Yinyin, come with me. My father went out today. My mother is at home to clean up your room and let me take you there."

Then he ran to he congyue and said, "uncle, I'll help you with your backpack."

"No, I can carry it." He Cong read face expressionless refusal, in fact, compared with other people, he Cong read eyebrows have been soft.

But Zhang suisui still felt that he congyue was a little cold. She ran to Li Weiyin immediately, and her expression was a little timid.

"Don't be afraid. That's what he does. He doesn't like to laugh at anyone." Li Weiyin comforted her and handed the fruit to Zhang suisui, "Sui Sui, help me carry one. Let's go to your house quickly. I miss your mother's cold skin and fried bread."

"My mother knows that Yinyin loves to eat, and she's ready." Zhang suisui immediately forgot he congyue and couldn't wait to take them home.

Zhang suisui's home is a very good country villa, more empty rooms, Li Weiyin only dare to bring people over.

Zhang suisui's mother is Lu Ping. She has the wind and frost of rural working women on her face, but she has a friendly smile. She treats them warmly. She wipes them with hot water and hot towel, and treats them with fruits and tea. Li Weiyin is a little embarrassed.

"What kind of painting is this?" He congyue walked to the living room and looked at a large painting hanging in the living room. It was glossy and had texture.

"That's one of the purposes of my coming here. It's a straw painting." Li Weiyin and Xu Yimo went over and said, "I used to live in suisui's family when I was traveling. Her grandfather's craftsmanship is very good, but it's a pity that their family doesn't live on it."

"Is this straw painting?" He Cong read had heard of this kind of thing, but saw it for the first time.

Wheat straw painting began in the Sui and Tang Dynasties. Using the luster and texture of wheat straw itself, the painting was made by fuming, steaming, bleaching, scraping, pushing, ironing, cutting, engraving, and weaving. The paintings produced were vivid and vivid.

Li Weiyin not only wants to get some back to do decoration, but also wants to show this kind of thing in a counter.

In addition, Li Weiyin plans to purchase flour from the village. Li Weiyin has been to many places and ate a lot of pasta with different characteristics. However, the flour made here is very delicious, not to mention incomparable, at least unique.

The summer night was long, and the sky was still bright at seven o'clock. Their dinner table was placed in the open yard. Lu Ping invited Zhang suisui's grandfather and uncle to entertain the guests, because Zhang Toyota had not come back.

Lu Ping made a lot of pasta, and he congyue and Xu Yimo both found it particularly delicious.

After dinner, they sat in the courtyard to cool off, and Li Weiyin mentioned it to the old man.

"About flour, I'll invite village cadres to come and talk with you tomorrow." Li Weiyin wanted a lot of money. If it wasn't provided by his family, he couldn't make the decision. He stopped and said, "I want to paint Girl, it's a little embarrassing for the old man

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