The weather is very good today, and the rising sun is rising, and the courtyard of Songzhuzhai is dyed golden. The sea of ​​flowers and plants suddenly becomes vivid. The layers of red, white, yellow and green flowers and plants are like a thick flower carpet on the earth, elegantly spreading to the distance. It is already the last few days of October. Autumn is already late autumn. Although the colors in the nursery are thinner, they are becoming more and more intense, especially the chrysanthemums are blooming the most lively, and the garden is full of yellow. Bonsai chrysanthemums, tower chrysanthemums, cliff chrysanthemums, desk chrysanthemums, marigolds

Shi Shiran brought out a piece of elegant; National Day chrysanthemums, wild chrysanthemums, daisies, calendulas, asters, and three-color chrysanthemums are filled with brightness; the precious "green peony" is the most naughty. Although they belong to the Asteraceae family, they dotted several clusters of light green in this colorful yellow, like pearls on the yellow carpet, and like stars beside the scorching sun; the charming "West Lake Willow Moon" falls brightly like the bright moon in the water, reminding people of the quiet lake water, the beautiful scenery of willows and bright moon in the sky. After the flowers bloom, the flower crown hangs like sunflowers facing the sun, which is different from the chrysanthemums.

Early in the morning, Xue Xiang Meng'an summoned Songzhuzhai. He knew that the old man must have encountered another problem. During these days, he has praised the old man many times and will always win the words. The old man is now full of confidence in him. When he encounters a little, he will also use his brain to solve it. He will not think that he will have no choice. Since he met, Xue Xiang has given him too many surprises. If the old man had seen the Doraemon, he might think that Xue Xiang was transformed from Doraemon and had whatever he wanted.

At this moment, Xue Xiangren came, and the "Nobita" who summoned Doraemon was gone. However, the An brothers were all at home. Xue Xiang accompanied An Zaihai and An Zaijiang and chatted one by one. It was not until half past ten, when Old Master An stepped into the main hall with a majestic attitude.

"Old man, you're doing this very unreasonable. How can you treat me? The host left on his own and asked the guests to wait for nothing? You are asking for information about this in the 49th city to see if your approach is unique." Before the old man sat down, Xue Xiang spoke. Recently, his conversation with the old man became more and more arrogant, making jokes and making jokes is common. The old man did not disobey at all, but enjoyed it a bit, which made the An brothers secretly amazed.

"What kind of guest do you think is your kid? If you go closer, it is my old man's grandson. If you go farther, it is my old man's soldiers. What reason should I call you? You should be the sign you have to hold is for nothing. Is there such a beautiful thing in the world?" The old man was not willing to be outdone and hit the vital point. Xue Xiang did have a commander's sign that he had never been to work for a day, and he had never even been to the place where he worked, the J Committee Courtyard. He knew that this sign was just a talisman given to him by the old man, and in disguise, his bridle was used. Other than that, it was useless. But he didn't know that the old man brought this room to talk about it now.

"Old man, if you are unreasonable, I can't do anything to you. Who told me to be a junior? Tell me, this time I call you, why do you want to invite me to massacre again?" Xue Xiang pulled the corners of his mouth to his cheeks, and his black eyes were dripping around.

"Who wants to play chess with you? I've been fully satisfied with the old man. I've been killed by the old leader. I'm probably still crawling on the chessboard. Playing with you? You think beautifully!" When it comes to playing chess, the old man was scratched to the itchy spot. Early this morning, he won.

"Old Chief? Who?" Xue Xiang was a little curious. Mr. An was probably only a few who had to call him the chief.

"Who can still be regarded as the leader except for the old coach Situ, I am so stupid!" The old man finished speaking and snorted.

"Oh, it turns out it's him. Judging from your appearance, may you win?"

"What? I'm not happy to win. Let me tell you the truth. If this kid wasn't old and had no brains, just like you, ten or eight, wouldn't be enough to see at all."

After the old man said something, everyone laughed.

Lao Wang brought in the teapot from the side door and added tea to everyone. Xue Xiang stood up and thanked him, turned to General An and said, "Old man, look at your spirit today. We have gained a lot this time, right?"

The old man narrowed his eyes and drank tea, but ignored him. An Zaihai took over the conversation and said with a smile: "According to the old man, you are worthy of being Sun Wukong, and you are so monkey-like. Thanks to the praise you made several times, our big ship did not overturn." Today he returned to his smooth and smooth old playboy dress. At this time, he was as handsome as a Yuezhi, with a somewhat high-ranking official style.

After An Zaihai finished praising her, she said, "We have gained a lot this time. I won't talk about the fat meat we offered to me and the third brother. This time, the old man asked you to come here, mainly to hear your opinions. Haha, I think this is a good thing, nothing worth pondering. That's right. The head of the Ministry of Light Industry was released to me, and the political commissar of the 17th Army. The one who tore off a piece of fat meat over there is considered to be a lot of money. Haha, boy Xue, do you see if you accept your second uncle with a smile?" An Zaihai was proud. Xue Xiang turned the tide several times and helped the An team make a decision. He now fully recognized Xue Xiang's position as a think tank, and vaguely felt that this kid's wisdom was not inferior to him (Mr. An Da thought so, don't criticize me). Instead of making plans, it's not considered a loss.

After An Zaihai finished speaking, he took out a gold-patterned folding fan from somewhere and shook it proudly. An Zaijiang and Lao Wang were similar in temperament. They liked quiet but not moving. They sat upright on the chair with their backs staring at Xue Xiang, as if they wanted to see something from his face. An Zaijiang was not as ignorant as his second brother An Zaihai. He knew that his strengths were in battles and killing, and he was very unfamiliar with these games on zz. However, this did not prevent him from admiring Xue Xiang, a genius who had amazing judgment on zz. He really wanted to know Xue Xiang's view of the conditions there, because he vaguely felt that his side had gained a lot this time, and there would be monsters when something abnormal happened. Therefore, he still remembered this old saying that he had been passed down.

Xue Xiang took a sip of tea, secretly glanced at the old man from the upper edge of the teacup, but saw the old man staring at him. He hurriedly put down the teacup and smiled, "I just thought so, don't blame me, I'm definitely not a boy." He defended his long-term silent behavior, and then said, "The second uncle and the third uncle are promoted to one level, which is of course a good thing. However, there are several types of good things. The first is something that is only good for himself; the second is something that is good for himself, and for others.

People are also good things; the third is things that are good for themselves but not for others. Second uncle, I think this good thing should belong to the second type. It is good for us, but it is more beneficial to others. However, this other person may turn into an enemy at any time, so it is not a good thing for us." Although Xue Xiang's words were a bit difficult to speak, everyone could hear it clearly. Only handsome guy An was still a little confused. He vaguely heard Xue Xiang's disagreement, but was not very sure.

Xue Xiang saw An Zaihai staring at him with his eyes hooked and continued to explain to him: "Second uncle, in my opinion, the minister of the Qingg Industry Department, the 17th Army's Z committee is just a peach that is not named but, at present, the position of your deputy minister of the X-Travel Department and the third uncle's armored division commander is more important. The propaganda mouth must be the main battlefield in the future, and the armored division commander is more powerful. For the name to be true, the abacus is very good." After Xue Xiang finished speaking, he gently knocked the tea cover, which seemed to be an inadvertent action when drinking water, but in fact, he was reminding the old handsome guy An who was already stunned to maintain his image.

Mr. An nodded with a smile and glanced at Xue Xiang with a rare pleasing look. In fact, the old man also felt a little admiration in his heart. An Zaijiang had long admired Xue Xiang's ability to speak, and now he even gave Xue Xiang a thumbs up. As usual, Old Wang nodded like a soy sauce party, as if this words were deeply loved by my heart.

An Zaihai slapped the table with a "snap" palm, stood up, looking unhappy, as if he was fooled, and suddenly, laughed loudly again, walked to Xue Xiang, took his shoulder, patted him without saying anything, and then, he straightened his clothes and stared at Xue Xiang with a strong look, as if saying "The heroes in the world are the only ones who are in the world and Haier."

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"The scenery of the north is frozen thousands of miles away, and snow falls thousands of miles away. Looking inside and outside the Great Wall, there are only the vastness. The rivers are all over the river. The mountains are dancing silver snakes, and the wax figures are originally scattered, trying to compete with the heavens. **, and attracting countless heroes to compete for the competition. Unfortunately, the Qin Emperor and Han Wu are slightly inferior to the literary talent. The Tang Emperor and Song ancestors are a little inferior. Genghis Khan, a genius, only knows how to bend their bows and shoot big eagles. All of them are gone, and they count the romantic figures, and they still look at the present day." The child's voice was tender and the voice was crisp. A song of "Qinyuanchun. Snow" that suited the scene was recited by the little guy, and Xue Xiang nodded frequently. After he finished memorizing it, the little guy turned his head and said to Xue Xiang behind him: "Let's see, he is smart. He has only read such a long poem a few times before memorizing it." The little guy stood in the circus of handwriting, tilted his head, and looked at Xue Xiang, as if he was asking for praise.

This was the first snow in 1977. As for whether it came a little later than in 1976, Xue Xiang didn't know. Even if the original young man came to answer, he would probably not be able to tell the reason, because it was too small and natural. The young man was not a farmer who cultivated farmland, so how could he remember this? Three days after New Year's Day, a heavy snowfall from the sky, and the world of the ancient capital was completely white overnight.

ps: It is difficult for this book to satisfy everyone's taste. Some say that after fighting, you won't read it. Isn't the stubborn life a matter of these Mao boys? There is conflict, and no one is not flirting with each other? Does it make sense? Well, those who don't like to watch fights, please endure more than ten chapters for now, and you won't fight once you become an official; some say that you will be annoying after watching family dramas. Sorry, this warmth is something Jiang Nan wants to show. This is a nostalgic book, and it won't be yy-free. In 1976, Xue Xiang can't do anything, but fortunately this chapter has been 77 years; some say that the chapter title has not been read **, I'm speechless, of course, some say that I like this style, I understand what it means to be difficult to adjust. If you have no solution, I'd better write my heart by hand. For the time being, those who are impatient will go to Qidian to search for other books first, and say something heartlessly, and after a turn, you have to come back.

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