Please, come home and practice the piano

Chapter 513 212. Armor
Lao Qi's daughter-in-law was not at home at night, and went to take care of her daughter-in-law.

As soon as he entered the house, Lao Qi put down his briefcase and made himself a cup of tea first.

Lao Qi didn't have many hobbies in his life.

I like to listen to Teresa Teng's songs before starting work.

After joining the work, he became obsessed with writing. When he was young, Lao Qi published several short stories in his spare time at work.

Later, the pen was appreciated by the leaders, and the work gradually became busy, and I didn't have time to listen to songs and write.

The first boss Lao Qi met liked to drink tea and chattered, and talked to him all day long. It was really old, and Lao Qi also liked drinking tea.

Lao Qi is such a person. He likes to study anything he likes. Teresa Teng's songs and Shi Tiesheng's characters, when it comes to tea, Lao Qi is the same.

In the early years, when Lao Qi's age was still a little hopeful, his wife would blame him every day for not doing his job properly, but he didn't care.

Lao Qi is really not interested in being an official and getting rich.

And even though he sighed with his daughter-in-law now, he didn't "regret" at all in his heart.

Just like what Lao Qi said to his wife last night, "That's just my personality."

In fact, Lao Qi knew, he knew that his wife knew what he was thinking, it was just that they had reached the age of becoming grandparents, and some things were just as they were.

Love, they are still very loving.

After watching TV for a while, Lao Qi called his daughter-in-law. Recently, he was busy with work and didn't care about his daughter-in-law.

The daughter-in-law chatted with Lao Qi for a few words before putting down the phone. Lao Qi wanted to ask if he would come back for dinner at noon tomorrow.

Forget it, don't ask, and you have to be disgusted.

I don't think I'll be back at noon tomorrow.

When women are not at home, men are at ease.

Lao Qi was sitting on the sofa with his teacup in his hands, with his feet resting on the coffee table and no one was nagging, it was so beautiful.

"This TV show is really good."

Lao Qi likes stories in the world.

The towering trees must have their roots, and the water in Huaishan must have their sources.

This family style is the root and source of a family's prosperity and decline.

Thinking of the scene where he declined Liu Daguang's red envelope just now, Lao Qi felt very happy.

However, there were two points in the conversation. Originally, his heart was already very inclined to Li An's side, but the vision Liu Daguang promised him made him waver again.

After a while, he called his old classmate.
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Although Liu Daguang didn't give out any red envelopes, the purpose of today's meal has been achieved.

I met the principal and had a chat, which was very pleasant.

The next step is to strike while the iron is hot.

Just as he was catching up with a traffic light, the cell phone on the co-driver suddenly vibrated. When Liu Daguang saw the caller, he became angry.

"Hey, Song, is the rehearsal over?"

Teacher Song on the other end of the phone said that it was just over.

Liu Daguang asked again: "Is it okay?"

Teacher Song: "It should be okay."

Liu Daguang: "What do you mean should be okay? How do you say it?"

Teacher Song: "Director Xing feels quite satisfied, mainly because the school director surnamed Yue left immediately."

When Liu Daguangxin heard this, his heart broke down, and he directly parked the car on the side of the road: "Didn't it mean that the school director will not come today?"

How could Mr. Song have expected that in the middle of the rehearsal, several leaders would suddenly appear, including a school director.

The regret in Liu Daguang's heart, I knew that he should go to the scholar tonight, and he was going to supervise the stage at the scholar tonight.

As a result, he received a call from Director Xing early in the morning, saying that the big leaders had something to do tonight. When he heard it, he thought the rehearsal time would be changed, but when he asked, the rehearsal time would remain the same.

When he learned that the big leaders were not coming, he was actually relieved, because the schedule of the scholar's program this year was indeed not very good.

Then in the morning, Vice President Chen from Shengli Street called him again and told him about the dinner between An Li and Lao Qi last night. He fell behind Ang Lee, so he asked Mr. Song to be in charge of the rehearsal for tonight's bookmakers.

This led to the scene where he had dinner with Lao Qi tonight.

But no one would have thought that things would develop like this now.

Now it was too late to regret it, Liu Daguang hastily put down Teacher Song's phone, cursing what the hell could he do, the rehearsal was not done well, the chorus and chorus rehearsal was not done well.

Liu Daguang became even angrier when he thought about it. If you, the fucking Song, had done a good job on Shengli Street a few days ago, you would have let Li An take advantage of the loopholes.

If Li An didn't step in later, he wouldn't be in a hurry to have dinner with the principal on Victory Street tonight.

Hey.

Quickly turned to Director Xing's phone number, Liu Daguang sorted out his status and dialed it.

"Hey, Director Xing, just now Lao Song called me to say that the rehearsal is over, I have to communicate with you quickly."

"Well, it's good that nothing went wrong."

"That's good. Well, Principal Sun didn't say anything, did he?"

"Oh, I heard from Lao Song that many school leaders came tonight."

"Okay, okay, okay, I just heard Lao Song ask you, if President Sun has any instructions, we can change it temporarily, there is still time."

"Okay, okay, Director Xing, you've been tired all day. Take a good rest. It just so happens that my friend sent two boxes of black goji berries to the old man today. He doesn't dare to mend his body. I'll bring them to you tomorrow."

"Oh, don't worry about it."

After hanging up the phone, Liu Daguang scolded Mahler Gobi, asking questions were all ambiguous, taking so many benefits from me for nothing.

Listening to Director Xing's tone, Liu Daguang was really restless.

The bookman's June [-] event is very important to him.

If you are not afraid of being scolded by the leader, you are afraid that the leader will not speak.

I signed a three-year contract with the school, and it will expire in September this year.

Hu Mingzhi was not the only one staring at him.

The scholar is his lifeblood, and he must never lose it.

The income of a scholar can't be compared with ten victories added together.

Liu Daguang got out of the car and lit a cigarette.

While smoking a cigarette, he was thinking about the current situation. Thinking about the June [-] event, he was also to blame. Before, he talked too much, promised too much, and finally made a mess.

But it can be regarded as not pulling the hips.

As long as tomorrow's stage doesn't go wrong, he will help the scholar win a few awards in the summer wind music competition, and Director Xing and Principal Sun will cut some meat, it is estimated that this year's contract will not be able to escape.

Thinking of Principal Sun, Liu Daguang felt more at ease.

Not to mention anything else, just say that every year on the [-]th day of the Spring Festival, he has a box of [-] stacks in place.

If it were someone else, who would be so willing.

Only when he got the butt of the cigarette did Liu Daguang throw away the cigarette butt and crush it with his feet, then returned to the car to go home.

At this time, the phone vibrated continuously, and he knew who sent the message without looking at it.

Yaya.

The face is full of flesh and tenderness.

After dialing his wife's number, a gentle voice came from the phone: "Are you done?"

Then there was a childish voice, "Mom, I want to talk to dad, I want to talk to dad."

Hearing the voices of the mother and daughter, Liu Daguang's heart melted, "I'm done with work, I haven't had a drink, and I'm rushing home. Yaya, are you practicing piano tonight?"

On the phone, "Practice, I'm calling you just after practice."

Then there was a burst of noise on the phone, "Mom, I want to talk to Dad."

Liu Daguang issued an application: "You turn on the speakerphone."

Some complained on the phone, "You are used to it."

"Dad, Dad." Liu Xiaoya finally got the phone, "Where are you, come back soon, I've played the song ten times."

Liu Daguang: "Yaya is awesome, Dad will buy you delicious food soon."

Liu Xiaoya suddenly yelled: "I don't want delicious food! I want Dad to come home!"

Liu Daguang hurriedly coaxed: "Dad will be back soon, Yaya, keep your voice down, mom is afraid of making noise, right?"

Sure enough, it still had to be Liu Daguang, and Liu Xiaoya stopped arguing, "Dad, can you accompany me to the kindergarten for Children's Day tomorrow? You promised me last year to accompany me for Children's Day this year, and tomorrow all other children's parents will go, I'm graduating from kindergarten."

Liu Daguang felt guilty all of a sudden, there was nothing he could do last year, and this year he still can't do anything, tomorrow he has to stay at the bookstore all day.

At this time, the wife's understanding voice came from the phone, "It's okay, Mom and I will go with her tomorrow."

"Honey, tomorrow I will really." Before Liu Daguang began to explain, the other end of the phone smiled lightly, "I understand, come back quickly, there is still hot soup in the pot, Yaya and I didn't eat much at night."

Putting down the phone, Liu Daguang steadily and gently started his 17-year-old Emgrand.

He was thinking about the scholar, about Shengli Street, and even more about Yaya and his wife's soup.
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Liu Daguang is not old enough, he is only in his forties this year.

But the marriage is late, the children come too late

How lucky he was to be able to marry such a gentle and kind wife and bear such a lovely little angel.

Liu Daguang is willing to give everything for his wife and children.

A few words of infamy are nothing.

His wife and children are his armor.

(End of this chapter)