Sweet Planting Life of Two Young Masters

After passing the final exam, Fang Yan was completely relaxed.

After he got home, Gu Rong also returned to Gu's house, but Gu Rong still needs to get up early every day to go to work, but he doesn't use it. Naturally, someone sends the documents that need to be changed to the house, and gets up every morning to practice morning exercises with Gu Rong Fangke. , Come back for breakfast, deal with the business of the morning, and then be called to lunch by the housekeeper. At this time, Fang Huai also gets up, and after lunch, the two will accompany Fang's mother together.

At this time in previous years, Fang Huai was busy rehearsing because of attending the Spring Festival gala of those TV stations. After going there for several years, he also felt tired. This year he specially pushed this invitation and planned to spend the New Year with his family. .

As the Chinese New Year approached, Grandma Fang took out her own scissors again, ready to cut the window grilles, Fang Yan naturally took a pair of scissors to help her cut it together.

Fang Huai was lying halfway on the sofa, watching TV with Fang’s mother. He was drowsy and his eyes were wrong. When he glanced at the two grandparents who were focused on cutting window grilles, they became curious. Jumped up and got close to the two people.

Fang Huai curiously picked up a paper-cut man and looked at it. It was cut by Fang Yan. From small to large, Fang Yan’s manual skills are very good. Judging from the paper-cut man in his hand, the edges are smooth and there is nowhere. Not to mention the raw edges, the expression on the face of the paper-cut villain is also vivid and delicate.In contrast, grandma didn't do enough, no matter how many years she has been, she is still very rough.

Fang Huai looked itchy, and picked up the scissors next to him, and gestured to a piece of paper: "How to cut this?"

Fang Yan put down the half-cut villain in his hand, took out a piece of new paper, and demonstrated to him: "The first time I cut, I have no experience. It is best to draw a pattern on it now, fold it in half, and then fold it in half a few times, following the pattern. Cut it out and it's a beautiful window grille."

Fang Yan folded the paper in half several times, took a pencil and drew a few random strokes on it, then used scissors to cut along the traces of the pencil, and then unfolded the paper, and it became a symmetrical and beautiful pattern.

Fang Huai was surprised, and followed his example of folding in half and then in half. Soon, a simple symmetrical pattern appeared in his hand.

Fang Huai cut several of them and took them with interest. After running back, he became curious about the paper-cut villain in Fang Yan's hand.

"How is this done?" He gestured to the paper, "Is it simple?"

Fang Yan shook his head, "Second brother, it's the first time you do it, so don't try it hard."

"What do you mean by doing it for the first time? Look at what I did just now. What is it? It's all experience!" Fang Huai said triumphantly, "In the game, my level has already risen several levels. You can learn intermediate paper-cutting."

Fang Yan couldn't laugh or cry for someone at an intermediate level. Seeing his insistence, he had to take a piece of paper and drew a simple figure of a villain on the paper and let Fang Huai cut along the pattern.

He cut the villain himself and drew Fang Huai too far. Not only did he not need to draw on paper, but with a thought, he typed the draft in his heart, and the scissors slid across the paper, the villain He quickly formed a shape, not only the facial features were fine, but even the details of the hair were cut out, which made Fang Huai stunned.

He tried to cut the villain, but Fang Huai couldn't even the most basic edge smoothing, so he gave up.

"It's too difficult." He sighed, "Inkstone, how do you practice this? I remember you used to cut window grilles when you were young. How long did you practice? When will I be as good as you?"

"Second brother sings just fine." Fang Yan said: "Second brother sings so well, I can't do anything."

"That's it." Fang Huai coaxed and said: "Your brother, I know eighteen musical instruments. If you want to learn, please beg me and call my brother with a kinder voice. Maybe I will agree to teach you. ."

Fang Yan laughed: "No need."

Fang Huai was suddenly disappointed when he lost an opportunity to set an example of a great brother in his younger brother's heart.

Except for his love for music, Fang Huai did everything he did for three minutes. Soon, he felt tired of paper-cutting again, and ran to the yard to chase chickens.

Hearing the panicked clucking of the old hen from outside, Fang Yan glanced out. Through the window, he could only see Fang Huai's figure rushing past the window, feathers flying, and it was very chaotic.

"Are those chickens and ducks still there?" Fang Yan was surprised.

He thought that when he moved out from home, the chickens and ducks in the house were not taken care of by the people in the kitchen.

"Yes." Grandma Fang said kindly: "These chickens and ducks have been raised in the yard for so long, and everyone is used to it. After you leave, the housekeeper volunteered to come and raise them. If Xiao Huai went home, they too I was well raised."

Fang Yan pricked his ears to listen. Sure enough, he heard the clucking outside and Fang Huai’s fierce spirit. There was also panic persuading from the housekeeper, which seemed to be for Fang Huai to treat the chickens and ducks he had been meticulously serving. Be merciful.

He cut out this year's zodiac pattern again, counted it again, and made sure that the window grilles on the table were enough to cover all the windows in the house, and then put down the scissors.

There was the sound of "Didi" truck horns outside, and it didn't take long for Fang Honghua to walk in from outside with bags and things.

She said gently and honestly: "As soon as I came over, I saw Fang Huai chasing the chicken. He is also very lively today."

"What's lively." Fang's mother complained: "That guy just can't be idle, how old he is, and chasing chickens and ducks all day, just like he was a child.

"What's wrong? It's good for young people to move too much." Fang Honghua put down the things with a smile, took out a food box from the bag, and handed it to Fang's mother: "Hey, you want me to bring it for you. "

Mother Fang took it, thanked her, and opened it. It turned out that Luye’s new plum blossoms recently appeared: "The last time the inkstone was brought back by Fang Ke, I have been thinking about it, exactly, this time Come over and bring it to me."

Fang Honghua smiled, took out a beautifully packaged gift box from the bag and handed it to Fang Yan's hand.

"This is a gift for Yanyan."

Fang Yan thanked him, and as soon as he received the gift, his eyes were suddenly attracted by the necklace on her neck.

It was a ruby ​​necklace. On weekdays, Fang Honghua rarely wears such a bright color, but her skin is very white, but she is beautifully lined with rubies.The ruby ​​on this necklace was big and bright, and it was very valuable at first glance. What made Fang Yan most concerned about was this necklace, which he had only seen yesterday.

In the jewelry store.

It was bought by a gentleman named Ji.

That Mr. Ji wants to pursue his sweetheart with this ruby ​​necklace.

His new appointment is a single mother with a son.

Just last night, Mr. Ji invited his sweetheart to dinner, intending to give out this necklace and send her a request for association.

And last night, Fang Honghua also had a temporary incident and did not come over to eat with them...

Fang Yan felt that he understood something in the light of sparks.