After driving for ten hours in a row, Jiang Xiuwen was so tired, but he was still very excited. The wedding day was expected. For a person who had been bachelor for nearly 30 years, it was not just a drought that was met with nectar... it was simply an oasis in the desert.

It's time to ask an interior designer friend to come out for dinner.

After Jiang Xiuwen sent Xiao Zhou and the others home, passing the lobby, the property manager chased him with two boxes of local specialties: "Mr. Jiang, you were not at home yesterday, and a gentleman named Yu sent something. I have confirmed that it was agricultural products such as potatoes."

"Thanks."

He carried the box upstairs, and as soon as he entered the house, his face turned pale.

The surname is Yu, and the one I gave was potatoes.

There is no need to guess who is the gift-giving person.

He called Ms. Jiang.

"Oh, my dear son, we were separated for less than a hundred hours, and did you start to miss your mother? This must be the credit of my daughter-in-law." The hearty laughter pressed over the noisy background and came continuously.

"Did you tell Mr. Yu about my home address?"

Jiang Xiaoyun said: "Wow, if you don't say it, I forgot his surname Yu."

"Ms. Jiang, please answer the question positively."

"...He said he owes you money and wants to give you something. I would tell him if I think there is a profit. If you don't want him to know, then you can buy another house and I will pay. Anyway, you are about to get married, and you are just going to buy a new house."

Jiang Xiuwen was not fooled: "When did you start contacting?"

"Well."

As the door opened and closed, the background sound of Ms. Jiang gradually weakened...

She sighed slowly: "One day before I returned to China, the physics teacher called me and said that she was seriously ill and might not last for a few years. She was afraid that Mr. Yu would be lonely for the rest of her life after her death. I hope I can persuade you. You are so old, of course I can't make the decision for you, so I provided him with some opportunity, and I won't care about the result."

Jiang Xiuwen has not answered for a long time.

"But I don't want you to influence your decision because of me. Back then, your surname was Yu, and your son of Jiang Xiaoyun. Now your surname is Jiang, it doesn't mean you have to draw a clear line with your surname Yu." She sighed, "I am Mrs. Yu, and I feel that love and family are as heavy as mountains and bigger than heaven. But over the years, I have only regarded Jiang Xiaoyun, and I realized that I am very small. What is the one with the surname Yu?"

Jiang Xiuwen was silent for a longer time. Just when Jiang Xiaoyun thought there was something wrong with the cell phone signal, he whispered: "What if Jingjing is like that?"

Jiang Xiaoyun was also silent.

The mother and son stood silently for a while with their cell phones.

Jiang Xiaoyun said: "I don't think Jingjing is such a person."

Even though she knew that her promise could not play a decisive role, Jiang Xiuwen still cheered up: "Really?"

"What's scary is that I thought Mr. Yu was not such a person at the beginning."

“…”

Jiang Xiaoyun encouraged him: "Life is a test paper, you always have to meet multiple-choice questions. "Once you have" is better than "nothing". I want to see something, son. You see, your mother is old and she is still correcting the wrong questions."

"...If I become a monk, you must be a good guide."

"Why are you so depressed during the New Year? Are there any problems with Jingjing? As a person who has experienced it, my mother can teach you some experience of going the wrong way."

"Of course not! Yesterday we went to see the grandmother with her parents." Jiang Xiuwen told the story of what happened in the past two days. As he spoke, his mood rose, and in the end, he almost showed off his tone.

Jiang Xiaoyun was confused when he heard this: "I don't understand a little. Son, is it a tree hole or a love show? "

Jiang Xiuwen was stunned. His irritability when he received the local specialties, and before he knew it, he had disappeared from the memories of the past two days. He thought about it and found another reason: "I hate eating potatoes."

"This is simple. If you hate a person, you will tear him apart; if you hate potatoes, you will crush them into mud... The mashed potatoes tastes good."

“…A drop of water and a bowl of water are all h2o?”

Stimulated by Mr. Yu, Jiang Xiuwen carefully planned a date on the last day of the holiday, which directly led to Xiao Zhou's serious class aversion. On the day of work, he was wrapped in a quilt and refused to come out.

Zhou's mother stuffed her phone in: "If you can't get up again, I asked Xiao Jiang to call him."

Xiao Zhou rolled in the quilt: "Mr. Jiang won't urge me!"

...

Zhou's mother went to the bathroom to get a wet towel, which was no more than a minute before and after. When she came back, Xiao Zhou was already dressed in high spirits.

"...Aren't you afraid of Xiao Jiang?"

Xiao Zhou ran into the bathroom barefoot: "Of course I'm not afraid, I'm so dedicated and loving."

Zhou's mother looked at Zhou's father who was just poking his head in confusion: "Did the Nian monster appear just now?"

Dad Zhou shrugged and said he didn't know.

After finishing the food in a hurry, Xiao Zhou was also very anxious to eat.

Ma Zhou couldn't bear to watch it anymore: "Are you going to put out the fire?"

Xiao Zhouzhai drank a bowl of porridge in two sips, and his mouth was squirted: "The company group said that Mr. Chen would issue a red envelope this morning, and only those who go to work on time will have people!"

Looking at her back as she ran away, Zhou Ma knew: The case has been solved.

Xiao Zhou hurried to the unit, and Kong Xiaojie indeed stood at the door and sent a red envelope.

"May you be happy and prosperous!"

She happily took the red envelope, and when she touched the thickness, her smile became a little more sincere.

Kong Xiaojie reminded: "Look for places with fewer people."

The maximum denomination of RMB is 100, and according to the thickness of the red envelope, it is up to 600 yuan. You don’t need to treat each other so grandly, right?

It just so happened that Wang Xingyu and Sun Zhaolin had not arrived yet, and Xiao Zhou hid in the office and opened the red envelope with skepticism.

...

She walked slowly back to the door.

Kong Xiaojie said: "I want to send it... I want to send it. It's a good intention!" This sentence is obviously not the first time I have said it, it's very easy.

Xiao Zhou smiled: "It's hard for Mr. Chen to get three one-yuan banknotes."

Kong Xiaojie said: "Look at it from another perspective. If you grab 18 yuan from WeChat red envelopes, would you feel that it is a lot?"

Recalling Mr. Jiang, who sent thirty red envelopes of 200 yuan in a row...

Xiao Zhou shook his head very bluntly.

Kong Xiaojie: “…”

Well, no matter what, it was eighteen dollars of unexpected gains. On the way to the base, Xiao Zhou decided to order afternoon tea.

Since the staff and contestants have just returned from vacation and have not entered the recording rhythm, only the video of Pang Duoya announcing the dance assessment content - regardless of the form, any dance type, three-day preparation time, and the assessment sequence were decided.

The rest is just taking some small highlights.

This part of Xiao Zhou's ordering afternoon tea was also photographed. Houhou and Wang Xiyao were making a fuss next to him, and ordering afternoon tea turned into a call for afternoon tea.

Huohong held the milk tea and joked: "Thank you, the Chairman's wife, for giving generously."

Xiao Zhou smiled and waved his hand: "Low, low-key."

Wang Xingyu passed by, his face was not good, but the moment he met Xiao Zhou, he immediately smiled brightly.

During the holiday, the click rate of the "Idol Ladder" program increased sharply, the popularity of contestants increased, the location of the base was exposed, some fans have come to squat, and some advertisers who have attracted the popularity of some contestants have given olive branches.

However, the relationship between Senwei, the agent and the player is subtle and is still in a certain uncertainty. It cannot be targeted and can only be managed in a general way in the form of batch processing.

Xiao Zhou either saw Gao Qin doing these things or learned from Gao Qin. He was naturally very skillful, not to mention Sun Zhaolin, the strength of the veteran agent should not be underestimated. The only thing that was busy was Wang Xingyu, but Kang Tang showed his personal adaptability in time, which slightly made up for her shortcomings.

After three days, the agent's work gradually came on track and the dance assessment ended.

According to the old rules, three agents entered the assessment classroom to assist the tutor in sorting out the scores. Since dance is the last assessment, as soon as its score comes out, it means that the total score is determined. Therefore, Xiao Zhou and others doubled their scores.

As he calculated, Xiao Zhou's face changed slightly.

Not only her, Wang Xingyu and Sun Zhaolin also showed surprised expressions and exchanged glances with each other.

Xiao Zhou secretly glanced at Pang Duoya, who was sitting next to her and watching them calculate their scores, and a shocking wave arose in her heart, and finally a thought formed in her mind:

Mr. Luo will definitely get angry.

The assessment is a full score system, and the dance assessment results are actually polarized by as high as three or four points!

Most of the contestants in the vocal group have scores of four or five points, while the dance group has almost seven or eight points. According to the existing rules, conservative estimates are conservatively estimated that the total score of the dance group is more than 200 points higher than that of the vocal group in just one subject.
Chapter completed!