Fresh wife is amazing

Chapter 381 The Nation Has Hope

Ordinary men can think that way, and talk badly to their wives like that, but Lao Zhao can't.

His family background is not as good as his wife's, and his power and money are not as good as his wife's.

When he married his wife, he seemed to have spent a lot of money, but it was all for himself.

The wedding house he bought, the couple only lived in this villa for a month.

As a result, Lao Zhao and his wife had nothing to say, and fell into a cold war.

But Yang Fan and Zhao Rui chatted happily.

Female high school students, no matter how mature they are, they will not mature much, and they still retain the youthfulness of a girl.

The older a person is, the more he likes pure, pure things.

It is wrong to say that people are not things.

Man is actually a thing, just like man is also an animal, and he has something in common with other animals.

Zhao Rui has the purity and naturalness recognized by Yang Fan, not the kind of acquired performance of the green tea bitch.

The main reason is that Zhao Rui is also good-looking.

Good-looking is a stepping stone, holding it can easily break into the hearts of others.

There is a threshold in the human mind, just like Tsinghua University and Peking University have a score line, if you can't reach it, you can't break in.

If you can't break in, don't talk about anything else.

It is also the same as some large companies have academic requirements for recruitment.

There is a sofa in the living room.

"Why don't you talk anymore?" The more she heard the laughter of her daughter and Yang Fan from the piano, Mrs. Zhao became more and more angry with her husband.

"I have nothing to say, I'm reflecting on myself." Old Zhao said aggrievedly.

You can't talk, and you can't talk.

"Nothing to say?" Mrs. Zhao raised her voice, but she realized that there was an outsider. Although the distance was a little far away, if she continued to raise the decibel, it would affect Yang Fan and her daughter, so she had to lower her voice: "Xiaofan and a Little girls have endless things to say, you have a generation gap with me, don't you?"

"No, we are the same age, there is no generation gap." Lao Zhao said depressedly.

Here at the piano.

Yang Fan can chat with Zhao Rui about her studies, music and movies, and the history of this world, which feels very comfortable.

People of different ages have different charms.

Guoguo is so pure that it is spotless and ignorant.

Zhao Rui has her own desire to express herself and her opinions, and she can chat freely with Yang Fan, always online.

Guoguo is often disconnected.

So when talking to her mother, she sometimes didn't know why she was beaten for no reason.

Chatting with Yang Fan, Zhao Rui felt more comfortable, especially when talking about history, it seemed like a majestic picture scroll unfolded in front of her eyes.

There is everything in the picture scroll, she is like a gust of wind, like a distant echo, chasing the wings of dreams, looking for the golden and glorious dynasty in the eternal myth.

It is the deep ink in the annals of history, bringing unspeakable beauty and sorrow to people.

It is the memory engraved in the clouds, leaving the world with an unforgettable thickness and atmosphere.

It is like the stars engraved on the sword, like the sun set off by the crown, and the graceful dance under the light veil, awakening a legend of a prosperous age.

With Yang Fan's voice, the ancient wind chime began to play, and the notes as thick as Huang Zhong Dalu went straight to the sky.

Zhao Rui touches the outline of its poem with imagination, the snowflakes in the palm of her hand are ready to bloom, and the branches of dreams are full of stars.

There is no more turbulent mood than Fengqiao, the swaying moon in autumn.

It presents the magnificence of life and the grandeur of artistic feelings in the territory of a national spirit.

Its beauty is intoxicating and unforgettable.

Zhao Rui held her breath, as if worried that her voice would wake up this prosperous dream.

"Brother, is this history?" After hearing about the birth and fall of a dynasty, Zhao Rui couldn't calm down for a long time.

"Yes, an ancient history, splendid and wonderful, interpreted by countless lives, cannot be presented in a movie." Yang Fan said.

"Yeah, the movies these days are not very good, and I don't even want to go to the cinema with my mother." Zhao Rui complained: "On weekends, I can only search for old movies with high ratings and that have been released for several years or even a long time. Look."

"It will get better and better." Yang Fan has also watched some movies with high box office and high ratings released in recent years.

According to his judgment on the market, there will be many good movies in the next few years.

The soil was not very friendly before, but it is slowly improving now.

"However, youth is only a few years. Even if there are more and more good-looking film and television dramas in the next few years, our generation will miss them." Zhao Rui said: "When I look back on these years, I feel that there is nothing left, only Studying and studying, I can’t even remember what it looks like to study.”

Yang Fan was slightly taken aback.

Yes, youth needs a carrier.

This carrier can be a person, a song, or a movie.

But as the carrier of memory, people are not suitable.

Because many people will eventually disappear into the vast sea of ​​people and have nothing to do with themselves.

And music or movies, as long as you look for it, you can find it quickly.

Once found, forgotten times can be retrieved.

Once a person is lost, it will never be found for a lifetime.

Most of Yang Fan's unremembered memories in his life are stored in a song or a movie.

Maybe some movies were not so popular when they were first released, but then...

In the previous life, one night, Yang Fan, who almost wanted anything, secretly went to the Internet cafe to play.

He opened a movie to watch, and before he knew it, there were already many people standing behind him watching.

It was a comedy that was ninety-five percent in the beginning, but a tragedy in the end. The box office was dismal, and the investment company almost went bankrupt.

But later, with the precipitation of time, it became more and more popular and regarded as a classic.

One film king per year, one star master per century.

Master Xing is the youth of a generation, to be precise, it is one of the most important carriers of youth memories of a generation.

The carrier is full of youthful memories, and through this carrier, other forgotten memories can be seen.

Memories are like water without roots, they are fleeting when they hit the ground.

But in fact, they didn't disappear, they just hid in the vast and boundless land, leaving behind the people who kept moving forward.

When you look back one day, no matter how far away, you can see them wandering in place, ups and downs in the long river of time.

It's just that people can't go back anymore, they can only watch from afar, or smile, or burst into tears.

After chatting with Zhao Rui for a long time, I went back to the living room and chatted with Lao Zhao and Mrs. Zhao for a while, Yang Fan got up.

It was almost nine o'clock at night.

Yang Fan did not ride a battery car home, but took a taxi.

The battery car is in the work unit, so I didn't ride it.

After get off work, he came here in Lao Zhao's car.

Lao Zhao and his daughter came back after sending Yang Fan off, and the daughter went to take a bath, while he was left in the living room by his wife.

"A very perfect person." Yang Fan went back, Mrs. Zhao was finally able to comment on Yang Fan with her husband, her eyes were full of admiration.

Not talking in the kitchen, chatting at the dining table, chatting in the living room, Yang Fan and she can have a common language.

(End of this chapter)