"..."

In the silence, only the sound of cooking rice could be heard.

When Jiang Hai pushed a bicycle into the small courtyard, Jiang Chuan, who was washing dishes in the small kitchen, shouted happily: "Big brother is here!"

It's a pity that no one else came out to greet him except the smiling Ying Ruhua.

"What about the rest?"

"I'm painting the house!"

After listening to the younger sister's words, Jiang Hai walked in without any hurry.

At this moment, I was stunned by the scene in the small courtyard: "Is this... a swing?"

"Yes," Ruhua, who had two little hands behind his back, nodded: "My second brother made it specially for Xiaoyu and Xiaobai."

"He can still do this stuff?"

In the center of the small courtyard, there is a floor-standing swing frame, which is small, strong and simple in structure.

However, there is a unique childlike interest in painting the country colorfully.

Jiang Hai couldn't help but look at it a few more times: "If Xiaobai saw this, he would go crazy with joy."

Even he himself felt hot looking at it, let alone the children.

"Second child, third child," Jiang Hai strode into the house: "I'm here."

"Come just come, why are you shouting?"

"You came just in time," Jiang Shan casually threw a hat to the boss: "Help me brush."

"Hey, what are you...?"

I thought the swing set outside was enough, but I didn't expect it to be even more amazing inside.

Today, the Jiang family has been repainted and the layout of the house has been slightly changed.

Among the large rooms on both sides of the main room, one is still occupied by Jiang’s father and Jiang’s mother, while the other has become Jiang He’s new house.

The small room separated by a wall from the main room was naturally reserved for the two little guys.

At this moment, what surprised Jiang Hai was the layout of the small room.

Red, blue and white high and low beds, and a small wardrobe of the same color.

The most eye-catching thing is the mural painted by Jiang Shan and Jiang He Zheng.

For this mural, Jiangshan chose the composition of "Panda Department Store", in which various small animals are vivid and interesting.

"I never thought that the walls at home could be painted like this?"

After feeling inexplicably moved, Jiang Hai opened his newspaper hat and put it on his head: "Tell me, what can I do for you?"

After the divorce, the eldest son really feels like he is seeing the sun through the clouds.

However, every time I see a family enjoying themselves outside, I always worry about what the children will think after seeing a similar scene.

Heartbroken, guilty...the more I think about it, the more I feel wronged by these two poor little ones.

The only thing that makes me feel more at ease is the family of relatives behind me.

Especially the third child, he is simply more thoughtful than himself.

Just like now, who would have thought that he would turn his home into a kindergarten.

"Hehehehe," Jiang Hai, who felt more at ease the more he thought about it, couldn't help laughing.

"Brother," Ying Ruhua on the side kept pursed her lips and suppressed a smile: "Your hat seems a bit small, do you want me to fold another one for you?"

"No need," as he spoke, the paper hat on Jiang Hai's head tilted further: "It's not easy to approve newsprint, so let's just do it!"

"haha okay!"

The brothers and sisters were busy working together in the new house.

He was laughing and joking, but he didn't look like he was working seriously at all!

Fortunately, the old craftsman Jiang He was in charge, and all the furniture was gradually painted to look presentable.

Da da da……

With the sound of a string of high heels, a lesbian wearing sunglasses walked into the courtyard of No. 51 on Anhe Street.

The neighbors scattered around the small courtyard stopped their housework at the same time.

His eyes couldn't help but follow the movement of this person who suddenly appeared.

A fashionably dressed woman in an emerald green dress and milky white high heels walked past the courtyard with an expressionless expression.

Deng Deng’s footsteps were clearly not following a conventional path.

"Who is this person?"

"I've never seen it before. Is it from the next door yard?"

"Impossible, I haven't seen any of the women around here!"

"Look at what I can do for you."

"Why does this lesbian look so familiar to me?"

"I also feel like I've seen it somewhere."

"You look like you are no ordinary person."

"It can't be some celebrity, right?"

"Will celebrities come to our hospital?"

"Isn't she just..."

"...What a star!"

When the lesbian lowered her head again to check the house number on the small piece of paper in her hand: "Excuse me, does Reporter Jiang live here?"

After asking again, the family with newspaper hats on their heads looked into the small courtyard one after another.

"Who is looking for my little brother?" Jiang Chuan was the first to raise his head: "Excuse me, are you..."

Before the words were spoken, the lesbian standing in the courtyard smiled and took off her sunglasses: "Jiangshan."

"Pan Hong,"

Jiang Shan, who was holding a cigarette in his mouth, almost didn't let the cigarette burn him when he opened his mouth: "How did you find this place?"

If he remembered correctly, he only left the phone number of his work unit for Pan Hong.

"Just asking," Pan Hong smiled and handed the carton in her hand forward: "Hurry and pick it up for me, it's too heavy."

"okay."

Jiang Shan quickly picked it up: "What is this? It's such a big box?"

"Electric fan." Pan Hong looked back at the neighbors gathered at the alley, and then whispered: "I will leave Pujiang in two days."

"Let's go into the house," Jiang Shan said decisively as he saw more and more onlookers, "The house behind you is also my home."

After a period of complicated procedures, Pan Hong's relationship was finally transferred to Emei Film Studio.

When everything was ready and ready to leave, she thought of the comrades she met by chance but who were kind to her.

After thanking Jiangchuan for the Happy Coke, Pan Hong couldn't help but laugh: "Do you still remember how we shot this commercial that day?"

"Of course I remember," Jiang Shan also smiled: "In the winter, you wear a short-sleeved dress and you have to spray water on your face..."

"When I got home that day, I caught a cold."

"Hey, you should have told me earlier," Jiang Shan slapped his thigh: "If you had told me earlier, I would have asked Happy Coca-Cola to pay you 200 in work-related injury compensation."

"Haha, what about work injury compensation?" Pan Hong said incredulously.

But the next second, he looked at Jiangshan and asked: "A while ago, Happy Coke came to me to shoot a promotional poster. Is it your attention again?"

"It was indeed my suggestion," Jiang Shan said, "In addition to you, there is also Liu Xiaoqing."

"Oh? And her?"

"right!"

"Will there be others in the future?"

"I've only appointed you two for the time being. This is called brand spokesperson. Since you have received advertising fees from Happy Coke, remember to say good things for them whenever you have the opportunity in the future."

Comrade Pan Hong will never forget the time when he ran into obstacles everywhere and had nowhere to go.

An advertisement for Happy Coke quickly transformed himself into a popular man.

"Don't worry," Pan Hong nodded: "I know what to do."

"There's no need to be too nervous," Jiang Shan held the porcelain jar in his hand and clinked a glass with Pan Hong's Coke: "Just stay young and beautiful."

"Hey," Pan Hong pursed her lips and smiled: "Did you not throw away the phone I gave you?"
To be continued...