Galactic Garbage Station

“Good afternoon, Mr. Ho, Dad, Mom, and teachers.” Su Zheng looked like a good boy. He had a father's mentor, parents, and many other high school teachers present. Can he not behave better?

“Ah-jung, come and salute the teacher.” Su Zhenyue's father waved. He had some white hair on his head, but sat with a straight waist bar and full of energy. He looked much better than the one Su Zhenyue saw two months ago. Su Zheng's mother Ye Qin just smiled and looked at Su Zheng. She also looked great. Her face was red and her eyes were bright. There was a certain tendency to restore her young beauty. It must have been the meat of warcraft brought back by Soya and the fallen leaves of the immortal world that worked.

“Teacher He, I wish you well as Donghaishou is better than Nanshan.” Su Zheng walked over to pray to He Ruixiang. Although he didn't really admire this old gift, he and his father favored ancient literature. He attached great importance to this. Su Zheng had to rely on them. Besides, it was not embarrassing to pay a gift to an elderly man of honor like his grandfather's.

“Get up.” He Ruixiang smiled benevolently. He held Su up and smiled. "I hear you've been doing well lately, and you've raised a pet. Can you give me one later? ”

“You said I'd bring one as a gift.” Su Qian said.

“This is no good. Birthdays count for something else.” He Ruixiang looked serious and made people laugh.

“I don't have time to teach him a lesson when I make some money.” Su Zhenyue's face is harsh, but it's hard to hide a hint of pride. Who doesn't want his son to make a difference? The term Wangzi Chenglong applies to almost every family.

“Oh, young people have the ability to do it themselves, spend a little money on whatever it is, strictly speaking, just make no money, which is not conducive to promoting economic development.” He Ruixiang was very discerning and defended Su Xiang.

“That is, Teacher He was too right.” Su Junton's eyebrows laughed and attached to the path. He didn't know how to tell his father. Now that he has his father's mentor to support him, what else is he afraid of?

Seeing Su Zhenyue looked proud, Su Zhenyue glanced at Su Zhenyue. Ye Qin was somewhat amused. He sat down beside Su Qin and whispered: “You forgot too much. I'll get back to you later. Little Ya went back and didn't know what to say.” What she didn't know was that Soya spent most of her time with her pets after returning, forgetting her business. It was only strange that she pretended to go to the seafood store and fishing grounds before leaving and answered clearly.

After Su Zheng sat down, he barely had a say. He Ruixiang and Su Zhenyue and other language teachers were talking about ancient fun and teaching fun. Su Zheng couldn't even get his mouth in. He snuck away and went to the courtyard to meet his classmates.

By around 6 o'clock, it was almost time to come to the party, and the birthday banquet was officially started. First, Ruixiang He's eldest son, second daughter, and youngest son offered their birthday words, then Ruixiang He's grandson and grandson gave their birthday words... After a series of traditional ceremonies, Ruixiang He blew the birthday candle and shared the cake (playing birthday songs).

Next, there is the gift session. Generally speaking, birthday gifts just come hand-in-hand and don't arrange a session, because often being polite can lead to embarrassing things. If it becomes more valuable than anyone else's gift, it will not only make the birthday banquet smell like copper, but it will also make some of the money shame. However, he Ruixiang usually does not have such worries. He Ruixiang usually returns precious gifts. There is virtually no climbing phenomenon of courtesy. His gifts are more interesting and meaningful than who is giving them. This becomes a very interesting and joyful link.

“I'll throw the brick first.” He Ruixiang's youngest son, He Jingdong, had a bamboo look on his chest.

“Kid, you're not sending architectural drawings again, are you?” An old man laughed and made everyone laugh. This is classic. If He Jingdong was only 18 years old, he would have won the Youth Architectural Design Award. He Ruixiang would have given the design drawings as a birthday gift. He Ruixiang would have been proud that year. If He Jingdong had not praised for 18 years, He Jingdong would have eaten sweet tips, he would have sent the architectural design drawings the following year, and he would have given them back the third year. In the fourth year, he Ruixiang would have been unbearable. Why did you want me to build so many architectural drawings? It's proud to accept this gift in the first year, but everyone gets bored with the same gift each year. So this became a tea after-dinner laugh among relatives and friends.

“Cough, of course not.” He Jingdong coughed twice, covered up his forehead embarrassment, took out a scroll, took out a painting from inside, opened it in public, and suddenly let everyone's eyes shine. This painting is a powerful old pine tree, giving people a vibrant but old feeling, not only good painter, but also good meaning.

“Huh!” He Ruixiang's eyes lit up, even a little shocked, but after staring at the painting for a while, he revealed a slight smile. "Although it is a modern copy, the painter is also worthy of collection. ”

“So it's not an antique game?” He Jingdong suddenly wondered, but luckily Dad liked it.

“Old Ho, I'm here to sacrifice my ugliness.” A skinny old man stepped out and saw this old man. Su Zheng couldn't help but look at him. Isn't he the chairman of Perfect Pet Paradise, Shen Jiayao's grandfather Shen Hong? Why does he seem to know Ruixiang He well?

However, Su Jinxiang thought about it. It was inexplicable. He Ruixiang liked writing and painting and also enjoyed antiquity. Shen Hong was an antiquity treasurer. The two were kind of sexy and similar in age, and it was not surprising that he was familiar with them.

“This old man, Ken, bring out the baby for the gift?” Su Zheng's heart was defamatory. He had seen Shen Hong once. His most impressive impression was that he was a cunning old rapist. If he was not vigilant, he would have to deceive Sandalwood.

However, this time, Su Xiang was a little underestimating Shen Hong. Shen Hong took out a teapot and let He Ruixiang read it, then he liked it and was somewhat embarrassed. Although Su Xiang didn't know how to do it, but looking at He Ruixiang's color, it should be antique.

Relatives and friends gave gifts, handwriting, pipes, rocking chairs... all kinds of gifts, some interesting and meaningful, some very common necessities, and Peng Ming sent a cricket to make Su Jingqing thankful he didn't prepare the cricket.

He Ruixiang was most satisfied, presumably a gift from Yang Weixiang, she sent the library four treasures - pen ink paper yarn, each with a small beginning, pen is an ivory wolf pen, ink is final nansong ink, paper is good watermark Xuan paper, yarn is easy water ancient yarn, He Ruixiang can't let go after reading it, he can write a good brush stroke, so he especially liked the gift, but it seems to be worth it, he hesitated to accept it for a while, presumably figured out how to give it back to Yang Weixiang, he is not used to taking advantage of the students.

The gift given by Su Zhenyue was a handwritten painting. The rules were moderate. He Ruixiang was also quite satisfied.

“Teacher He, this is my gift.” Su Zheng followed his father closely and handed him the box. He opened it with his own hands and took out a tree root bigger than a slap. It stunned everyone. Who gave a gift to a tree root? However, people couldn't help but be shocked at the purely natural shape of the roots.

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