After returning from Seongnam High School, the days quickly reached the end of the twelfth twelfth lunar month. The snow in Jeju stopped for a week, and then it went straight to a big, white sky. In conjunction with the red lanterns hung by the municipal department and various promotions in shopping malls, the New Year The smell instantly boiled in this small town.
There are year-end clearance sales and New Year shopping specials. From morning to night, various promotional floats are constantly circling the streets.
There are often children running around holding incense on the roadside, lighting firecrackers and blasting off the whole New Year.
On Friday morning, Jiang Qin took Feng Nanshu to the mall to buy couplets and lanterns. He called Guo Zihang and Yang Shuan, two free laborers, and drove all the way to the garden villa of the little rich woman.
According to Uncle Gong, Feng Nanshu’s stepmother did not allow them to post Spring Festival couplets, so the villa had never posted couplets.
Jiang Qin said to go to hell, so he slapped a piece of paper with the character “福” on it.
“Jiang Qin, it’s stuck down.”
“Well, this is a blessing, a homophonic joke.”
Feng Nan opened his mouth, as if hearing this kind of gameplay for the first time, he looked silly and cute.
Jiang Qin pinched her little face, walked upstairs, and sneaked into Feng Nanshu’s princess room for a visit.
It’s very beautiful, very neat, and very big, but just because it’s very beautiful and tidy, there’s no life in this room at all. It’s no wonder that the little rich woman likes to sneak into his house.
Look at our little den, although it’s not much bigger than the toilet, but clothes are scattered everywhere and we can’t even find a pair of socks. This is what life is!
Yuan Youqin was not here. Otherwise, if she had heard Jiang Qin’s rebellious remarks, Boss Jiang, who was worth millions, would have ended up sleeping on the sofa.
Jiang Qin reached out and brushed the desk, as if he could see Feng Nanshu in high school, doing homework and reading novels, with a trace of desire for freedom in his innocent eyes.
When Boss Jiang returned to the first floor, he found that there was an extra Qin on the welcome wall, which was posted upside down like the blessing next to it. Feng Nanshu was holding a brush, and his expression seemed to be very satisfied with his work.
“Uncle Gong, thank you for the hospitality. I’m going home. I’ll come back to play next time.” Feng Nanshu handed him the brush.
“Huh? Ah… go home.”
Uncle Gong’s brain was twitching for a long time, he looked back at the huge villa, and thought to himself, Miss, do you know where home is?
Jiang Qin watched Feng Nanshu run out and couldn’t help but raise his lips: “Uncle Gong, would you like to come to my house for dinner on New Year’s Eve?”
“Does it fit?”
“It’s appropriate. My mother has changed to a bigger table. It’s more lively when there are more people.”
Uncle Gong pursed his lips and said, “Thank you, Master Jiang.”
After Jiang Qin said goodbye to Uncle Gong, he called Guo Zihang and Yang Shuan and went out. Then he caught up with the little rich woman and asked, “How are you? Are you happy today?”
“I’m so happy. Uncle Gong’s house is so beautiful, but our little one is also very cute.”