Accidentally Born in the ‘60s:

Zhen Zhen used her consciousness to see Xi Junjie standing at the door and touched her face with an unconfident expression, and quickly added: "Oh, Dad, the face is only a part, mainly I still like people." It seems that he is afraid of Li Muwu Not believing, Zhen Zhen also nodded seriously: "I really like it."

Li Muwu looked at his daughter dejectedly, then turned his head to look at Wang Sufen angrily: "Talk to Wang Sufen well with your daughter, the girl's family should be reserved, why are you so thick-skinned, so carefree to say that you like someone , what a joke."

Wang Sufen glared at him speechlessly: "Why are you looking at me? Your girl has been more courageous than boys since she was a child, you don't know, besides my daughter who dares to joke, is it Zhen Zhen? He jokes that we won't get along with him."

Mrs. Li sat cross-legged in a chair and nibbled apples. It was hard for her to have good teeth at such an old age. She likes to nibble on apples and melon seeds when she has nothing to do. It's delicious to eat. Mrs. Li crunched and took a bite of the apple, looking at her granddaughter, she felt very proud: "Actually, our family Zhen Zhen is just following me, when I was as big as Zhen Zhen, I was very courageous. I was attracted to me, and I invited a matchmaker to come to our house to propose marriage, but I didn't like anyone, so I fell in love with your father. I just went to the door and told your father, if you like me, I will go to my house to propose marriage, your father It's coming."

Li Muwu looked at Mrs. Li with a black face: "Mother, you still have this history, why haven't I heard of you before?"

Mr. Li gave him a white look: "In those years, I couldn't even get enough to eat, so how could I have the heart to talk about these old yellow calendars. I think Zhen Zhen is like this. What kind of heart do you have."

"Mother, you don't know him yet?" Wang Sufen smiled and squinted at Li Muwu, then pouted deliberately: "If Zhen Zhen is looking for an immortal, he can pick out one, two or three."

Li Muwu pursed his mouth and snorted coldly: "My daughter is no worse than a fairy."

Seeing that they were talking more and more, Zhen Zhen quickly coughed twice: "How about we discuss something meaningful, such as what to eat next lunch? I can go out to the kitchen to prepare."

"You don't need to be busy." Wang Sufen hurriedly dragged her over to Mrs. Li's side and shoved it: "You finally have a few days off to spend a few days chatting with your milk. I'll do it at noon, and tell Mom what you want to eat. ."

Zhen Zhen didn't particularly want to eat, and she didn't want Wang Sufen to be too busy. Looking at the cloudy sky outside, Zhen Zhen said, "Let's make some nugget soup, it's still warm to eat."

Xi Junjie was relieved when he heard that he was no longer discussing himself. He stepped back a few words before shouting in a bright voice: "Aunt Li and Aunt Li are at home?"

Listening to the familiar voice, Li Muwu came over aggressively and opened the door: "You, Uncle Li, are at home."

"Hello, Uncle Li." Xi Junjie immediately called out with a smile: "Didn't you go out to play today? When I came out, I saw them all going to Uncle Wang's house to play chess."

Li Muwu gave him some space to let him in: "Your dad doesn't want to go, I don't want to go by myself." Li Muwu learned chess from Xi Changbo. He played two battles, like a duel between masters in the alley, Li Muwu only had the share of onlookers.

"Your dad really went back to work?" Li Muwu thought that he hadn't seen Xi Changbo for half a month, and he didn't quarrel with him usually. Li Muwu suddenly felt that there was no meaning at all.

"It's been two weeks." Xi Junjie smiled and didn't say much about it.

Xi Changbo was originally due to political/political movement, and he was forcibly retired from illness before he reached his age. In those turbulent times, it was lucky to retire peacefully and not be too implicated. Therefore, Xi Changbo was very fortunate to retire from illness. This thing is very interesting. Usually fishing and playing chess can be considered leisurely.

But now that the movement has subsided, and the country has announced that it will reform and open up, all aspects must be vigorously developed. At this time, the shortage of talents is seen. People like Xi Changbo, who were still in their prime, were called back first and still served in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. In Houyang, there are a lot of people like Xi Changbo. The number of people who usually play with Li Muwu suddenly decreased by half. The whole old Li Muwu was lost. He stretched his neck every day and looked out to see if there was any grain depot that wanted to call him over. work.

Although Li Muwu knew that Xi Changbo was back to work, he couldn't help but ask Xi Junjie again. Hearing the expected answer, Li Muwu was still a little disappointed. He rolled his eyes at Xi Junjie and muttered: "Grandpa is equally annoying." He went out with his hands behind his back.

Zhen Zhen looked at Li Muwu's appearance and thought in her heart that she had to cook some medicinal food for him at night. The obvious symptoms were menopause.

Wang Sufen ignored Li Muwu and asked Xi Junjie to sit down with a smile: "Why did you come by yourself? Why didn't your mother come to play?"

"My mother was throwing her tweeds in the warm shed." Xi Junjie smiled and put the saury aside: "My dad's new saury, the meat is wide and thick, my mother asked me to bring a box to my grandma Try it with my aunt."

"You kid, we live in the neighborhood, you and Zhen Zhen are friends, why are you being so polite?" Wang Sufen made a jar of tea for Xi Junjie, and brought him some pine nuts, apples, etc. put it on the table next to it.

Xi Junjie hurriedly got up and thanked him, and waited for Wang Sufen to sit down before he sat down: "It is precisely because I and Zhen Zhen are with whom we should come more often, we have to let my grandma, uncle, and aunt do more research on me, right? "

Wang Sufen immediately smiled and said to Mrs. Li, "Mother, look at how sweet Junjie's mouth is."

Mr. Li looked at Xi Junjie and liked it from the bottom of her heart. In the past few months, Xi Junjie has been running to Lao Li's house a lot, either talking to the old man or helping to weed and clean the pond in the garden or cook a table of dishes. To please future daughter-in-law. Seeing Xi Changbo sourly rolled his eyes, saying that Xi Junjie was more diligent at Old Li's house than at his own.

Zhen Zhen is the precious granddaughter of Mrs. Li's heart. Unlike Li Muwu, who gets sour when he sees whoever is close to his daughter, Mrs. Li's idea is that as long as my granddaughter likes it, anyone will do. If my granddaughter doesn't It is not uncommon to like to be an angel. Therefore, with the help of Zhen Zhen, Xi Junjie quickly won the favor of Mrs. Li and Wang Sufen.

Accompanying Mrs. Li to talk, Xi Junjie got up and prepared to leave, but others said that he was going to leave, but his feet didn't move, and he looked at Zhen Zhen reluctantly. As soon as he looked like that, Mrs. Li knew that the young couple wanted to date again.

Mr. Li took a sip of water and looked at Zhen Zhen winking at her, so she could only say: "Well, Zhen Zhen, go to Junjie's house to have a look, is it because your Aunt Ling's flowers are wilted again and can't be poured out? Come over here, you can help her take a look."

"Hey." Zhen Zhen jumped off the chair immediately, happily took Xi Junjie's hand and left, Mrs. Li stretched her neck and saw the two of them running out while holding hands and smiling at each other, she couldn't bear it She sighed and said, "You are so good to be young, look how happy our family Zhen Zhen is."

Wang Sufen couldn't help reminding Mrs. Li: "Mother, they are holding hands."

Mr. Li paused for a while, then pursed her lips: "I saw it, it was Zhen Zhen's hand to touch, we won't suffer."

Wang Sufen: "..."

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After all, they came out in the name of showing Ling Xiulan flowers, so the two of them came to Ling's greenhouse first. This was originally the flower room of the palace. After the Xi family moved in, Ling Xiulan cleaned up the place again and still raised flowers here. Ling Xiulan is a person who loves flowers. There are hundreds of pots in the flower room, and there are all kinds of flowers. Among them, there are some squeamish and famous ones.

Xi Junjie opened the door of the conservatory, Zhen Zhen walked in and called, "Aunt Ling."

Ling Xiulan smiled when she saw her, took off her gloves and tucked the sweaty hair on her forehead behind her ears, and waved to Zhen Zhen, "What are you doing at home? I haven't seen you for two days."

Zhen Zhen smiled and said, "I bought a few books at the bookstore two days ago, and I'm reading at home." She walked to Ling Xiulan and saw a pot of wilted peony buds on the ground, and asked in surprise, "This is Isn't it fine for the first two days?"

There is still half a month before the birthday of Xi Junjie's grandmother. The old lady has no other hobbies, but likes peony flowers. Ling Xiulan tried to grow peonies in the conservatory a month ago. After returning home every week, Zhen Zhen came to see the flower room of Xi's house and helped to adjust the temperature in the conservatory according to the adaptation state of the peonies. Now that the flower buds have reached the flat bud stage, it stands to reason that as long as the temperature in the conservatory does not suddenly drop suddenly, it will basically have no effect on the flower formation rate.

Ling Xiulan also had a bit of gloom on her face: "I'm just wondering, this is because the old lady's birthday is coming. I thought it would bloom on the birthday, but now I don't know if it will be possible. How to support." She looked at Zhen Zhen looking down at the peony, her eyes lit up, she quickly stood up and moved a position for Zhen Zhen: "By the way, Zhen Zhen, you are the best at raising flowers, show it to auntie Look, what the **** is wrong with this. You said I was about to set the alarm clock to water and fertilize, why did I wilt?"

Zhen Zhen squatted down and stretched out her hand to touch the petals, and used her consciousness to wrap the eight pots of peony flowers with buds in the flower room tightly: "cold...cold...so cold...so uncomfortable..."

The consciousness of the peony flower spread to Zhen Zhen's mind, Zhen Zhen turned back in surprise and looked at the thermometer placed next to the peony flower, this was specially bought by Ling Xiulan from the research institute, it was very accurate.

"Twenty-one-five degrees, this temperature is okay, why does it feel cold?" Zhen Zhen tilted her head strangely, she couldn't understand.

"Is it cold?" Because it was too hot in the flower room, Ling Xiulan was only wearing a shirt. She immediately found the paper pressed on the flower stand next to her, on which were densely written precautions. Quickly swiping from top to bottom, Ling Xiulan quickly found the line she wanted to see: "During the flat bud period, the temperature is kept between 20 and 22 degrees during the day, and 16 to 18 degrees at night..." She glanced at Zhen Zhen and hurriedly said, "That's right, it's the same temperature these days. I set the heating up before going to bed at night, and the temperature fluctuation won't exceed one degree."

Zhen Zhen's eyes fell on a pot of peony flowers that was closest to her, and she directly merged her consciousness with the peony. After about a minute, Zhen Zhen let go of her hand and stood up: "Last night , the flower was frozen for about three hours."

Although Ling Xiulan didn't know how Zhen Zhen could tell that the flowers had been frozen and the date and time were accurate, but it was indeed from this morning that the flowers began to wilt, and she carefully recalled what happened yesterday: "Noon yesterday. I came to the flower room to see it, and the eight pots of peonies were fine at the time. Later in the afternoon, when Junjie, her cousin and her mother came, I didn't come again, but I didn't bring them to the flower room." Thinking of her sister-in-law, Ling Xiu Lan Mian The expression on Shang was obviously not particularly good, but in front of her future daughter-in-law, she didn't say too many bad things about the family.

Zhen Zhen, who had watched a lot of house fighting in her previous life, suddenly made up a lot of plots. She looked at Ling Xiulan with bright eyes: "Do they usually have a relationship with you?"

Ling Xiulan shook her head: "Junjie's aunt had a bad relationship with me when she was a child. When I married Changbo, she cried and made trouble, and even dragged a girl who had a crush on Changbo to her house to stir up trouble." Thinking of what happened back then, Ling Xiulan was still a little angry: "Then we went to France, and we didn't have contact for many years. After we came back, the situation in China was not good. Junjie and his uncle were suppressed very badly. I went to the northwest for renovation, and I didn't arrange it until last year." After thinking about the way she got along with her sister-in-law, Ling Xiulan concluded: "It's just a matter of face, anyway, I only see each other when I go back to the old house in a month, in front of the old man. Make your face look peaceful."

"Then why did they suddenly come? Did you know that you were going to send peony flowers on the old man's birthday?" Zhen Zhen couldn't help but ask.

"Last time I saw Hua Guduo standing up, and I said something to the old man during dinner at the old house, I wanted to make her happy." Ling Xiulan recalled her sister-in-law's sudden visit and couldn't help but muttered: "Yesterday The two of them said that they would go shopping and take a rest, and wait for a while. Junjie and her cousin insisted on staying at my house. They said that in the morning, they would go from my house to Jingshan to watch the sunrise. Because the main courtyard is where I live and enter the second place. It's Junjie's residence, so I arranged for her in the embroidered building at the back, where I usually go to the garden to rest, there are beddings, and my aunt cleans the house every day, so I can live directly."

According to Ling Xiulan's information, Zhen Zhen fed back to the peony flowers. These peony flowers seemed to be touched, but they all cried together: "The wind is blowing, it is cold..."

Zhen Zhen retracted her hand and sighed: "It's very likely that she moved the flower out. The peony flower not only caught the cold but also suffered from the night wind, so the bones of the flower turned black."

"What can I do about this?" Ling Xiulan was a little anxious. After all, the old lady was on her 80th birthday, and there must be a lot of guests coming. She said in front of the old lady that she would send eight pots of peonies. Can't open the old lady's designated spoiler. She looked at Zhen Zhen's thoughtful look and immediately held her hand: "Zhen Zhen, help Auntie think about it, can this flower be saved?"

"Yes." Zhen Zhen nodded, Ling Xiulan breathed a sigh of relief instantly, her face was both happy and excited, looking like she was about to collapse, Zhen Zhen helped her to sit down and hung the The towel handed to her to wipe the sweat: "But the method is more complicated. For the sake of safety, this flower is still moved to my room, and I will take care of it myself. You can rest assured that you will have eight pots of real beauty until the old lady's birthday. peony."

Actually, according to Zhen Zhen's ability, these eight pots of peonies, let alone the night wind, would freeze to death in the snow, with only a few roots, Zhen Zhen could make them bloom in minutes The majestic peonies come. But Zhen Zhen's ability can't be leaked out, even if she uses the ability to gradually recover Peony, she has to move her home to implement it, it's always right to be cautious.

Some of the flowers that Ling Xiulan raised before were short of water, some lacked fertilizer, and some were over-watered. Zhen Zhen could point out the problem just by looking at it. Under Zhen Zhen's guidance, Ling Xiulan's flowers are getting better and better, so she also trusts Zhen Zhen very much, she seems to think that as long as Zhen Zhen can support her, it's absolutely fine.

Ling Xiulan took out the windscreen she had customized before, and put a cover on each pot of peonies. After two or three times, the three people finally moved all the peonies to Zhen Zhen's house.

After being tired for a long time, Zhen Zhen made tea, Lin Xiulan washed her face and hands in Zhen Zhen's room, Mrs. Li and Wang Sufen came over when they heard the news, looking at the wilted and blackened flower bones in the room, Li The old lady immediately comforted her: "Don't worry, Zhen Zhen has a special research on flowers and plants, and she appointed her to be able to cure you."

Ling Xiulan's smile became even bigger after hearing this: "You don't know, Auntie, when I woke up in the morning and saw Huaguduo's black hair, I would never let it go, if it weren't for our Zhen Zhen who would raise Flowers, I don't know where to get eight pots of peonies to celebrate my mother-in-law's birthday."

"Is this a birthday gift? No wonder I see you sweating all over with anxiety." Mrs. Li saw Ling Xiulan's lips turning white, and hurriedly greeted her to drink more hot water.

With hot tea in her hand, Ling Xiulan's mood also stabilized, and she looked at Zhen Zhen's room. Although Zhen Zhen and Mrs. Li both lived in the main courtyard, every time Ling Xiulan came, she was in the main room or the main hall. This was the first time she came to Zhen Zhen's room.

Because of the recent autumn, the sunlight is not as strong as before. In order to make the house look brighter, Zhen Zhen removed all the screens that originally separated the house.

There is a bookshelf on one side of the room, which is full of books. Judging from the color and freshness of the paper, it should be frequently read. Some books even look at the pages that are already loose. It is estimated that I don't know how many times. Next to the bookshelf is a desk and chair by the window, with a stack of books on it. The top book has a bookmark, which is probably the book that Zhen Zhen was reading recently. Next to the desk is a guqin table with a guqin on it. It seems to have been some years old, only the tassels on the top are newly made.

On the side against the wall, there is a sapphire table, opposite the desk, on which is a pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

Ling Xiulan looked at the blank sheet of paper on the desk, turned her head and asked Zhen Zhen with a smile, "Do you like calligraphy or painting?"

Zhen Zhen smiled modestly: "It will be a little bit."

Old Mrs. Li likes to show off her granddaughter the most, how can she show Zhen Zhen's ability a little bit, she immediately stood up and pointed to the painting on the back wall and said, "The painting and characters in the middle are her husband's work. , the picture on the wall over there was painted by Zhen Zhen.”

Ling Xiulan turned around to look, and was shocked to find that there was a masterpiece of Chinese painting master Su Weiran hanging on the wall. Su Weiran had already become famous before liberation. During the movement, Su Weiran disappeared for ten years, and when he reappeared, his works actually went to a new level. In addition to being natural, they were more free and easy than before.

Although Su Weiran still paints today, only a few are given to relatives and friends. In addition, other people can't ask for a painting even if they hold a lot of money. A few days ago, it was said that there was a person with a high position who wanted to use power to put pressure on him, but he was ruthlessly kicked out by Su Weiran. Said that the man was also admonished to talk from above. After these ten years of fluctuations, the country treats these people as national treasures. Those who don't have long eyes can only say that they can't see the situation clearly.

Xi Changbo's position is not low, so Ling Xiulan knows a lot about this news. Seeing that Su Weiran's work, known as "a painting is hard to find", is actually hanging in Zhen Zhen's room, she can't help but be surprised Looking at her: "Su Weiran is your husband?"

"Hey, do you know Lao Su too?" Before Zhen Zhen could speak, Mrs. Li interrupted: "This is a mess, if I know you know each other, I will call you when he comes back home to play next time. Come here."

Ling Xiulan said with a smile, "Ma'am, you are really joking, I don't have the face to let Mr. Su know me." Her eyes fell on the landscape painting that Mrs. Li said that Zhen Zhen herself made, and she saw She uses simple lines to outline a majestic landscape painting.

Ling Xiulan also learned to paint when she was in France, and she also knows a little about Chinese painting. Just by looking at the momentum, the layout, and the use of color, you can tell that Zhen Zhen has deep knowledge in Chinese painting.

Mrs. Li was not satisfied with the painting on the wall: "I just think this painting is too plain, it's not as good-looking as painting flowers and grass, you don't know that the Kangqin that Zhen Zhen painted for her fourth brother is very beautiful. Well, I learned it from the teacher who taught painting in our forest area. Later, after we came to the imperial capital, Lao Su liked to paint mountains and waters like this, and Zhen Zhen didn’t paint flowers and grass very much.”

Ling Xiulan looked at the painting, the more she liked it, she pulled Zhen Zhen and said with a smile: "It's really a famous teacher and a master student, you can paint such a good painting at such a young age, I look at my family's handsome, and I'm a little unworthy of you. ."

It's okay to be beaten by the future husband, even his own mother inserted a knife, Xi Junjie's face turned black, he pushed away Ling Xiulan's hand and squeezed between the two, trying to show Zhen Zhen his versatility: "Actually, I can paint, and I can also play the violin and the piano." After a pause, Xi Junjie added with a blushing face, "Besides, I really think that boys who are taller than me might not be easy to find. "