While Peng Qingliang was talking to Qi Jin about the house, Xiang Wan also used serving chopsticks to pick up a piece of ribs for Qi Jin.

It's all courtesy and there is absolutely no selfishness.

Just as the piece of pork ribs fell into the bowl, Qi Jin, who was talking to Peng Qingliang, curved his mouth, with endless tenderness in his eyebrows.

After dinner, Peng Qingliang invited Qi Jin to his home for a few drinks. Qi Jin readily agreed, thinking about the drawings drawn by Xiang Wan.

Xiang Wan was dropped off at the door of his house by three people. They said goodbye and hurried home.

Recently, due to the weather, many people have gone straight home after work. The business in the shop is not as good as in summer. Xiang Xiong does not cook many side dishes, so he closes the shop early every day and goes home.

When Xiang Wan arrived home, Xiang Xiong was listening to the radio at home, sitting leisurely in the living room and warming up the stove.

Seeing his daughter come back with a thermos bottle, Xiang Xiong patted his forehead in annoyance: "Look at my memory. Years ago, I told you to go to the hospital to find two bottles to warm your hands. But I forgot about it when I got busy. Dad will go there early tomorrow morning.

Get it from the hospital. It's probably freezing today. It's all because of Dad, he didn't take care of you for this little thing."

Xiang Wan couldn't bear to see Xiang Xiong feel guilty for such a trivial matter. He smiled warmly and said, "Aunt Qiu asked Wu Yan to bring this to me. Brother Peng also said to go to the hospital and get me some more thermos bottles. Dad, I'm not cold."

."

"Then daddy will boil some more boiling water for you tomorrow morning. You can use this bottle first, and wait for Xiao Peng to find a few more. Then you can stuff two of them under the bed. You won't be afraid of the cold when you sleep at night. The coal stove in your house

I've already burned charcoal for you, go and do your homework quickly, I have to get up early to study tomorrow."

Xiang Xiong was in the living room just to wait for his daughter to come back. He was always worried if she didn't come back.

After hearing his daughter's promise, Xiang Xiong continued: "Don't take a shower every day when it's cold. It will be uncomfortable if you get sick. There is hot water on the stove, so go wash your face first."

After saying that, Xiang Xiong got up and walked to the kitchen, filled a basin of hot water for his daughter, and after she finished washing her face, he brought a footbath and placed it on the floor.

After Xiang Wan had washed up, Xiang Xiong went back to his room to sleep.

When he went to school the next day, Xiang Wan stuffed a water bottle filled with hot water into his stomach. He also added an extra pair of thick cotton socks at Xiang Xiong's words. He also wore his scarf and hat obediently. When he walked to school, he was still a little embarrassed.

sweat.

When she arrived in the classroom, Wu Yan was studying her homework diligently in her seat, looking extremely serious.

Xiang Wan smiled faintly, greeted Huang Beibei and others, and then walked to his seat in a few steps.

"What don't you understand?"

Wu Yan immediately raised her head, smiled, and moved the English textbook in her hand towards Wan's hand: "I have read all the latter, but there are several parts that I don't understand. Why is English so difficult? I can't go abroad.

Why do you want to learn this?"

Xiang Wan ignored Wu Yan's daily complaints, smiled and explained in detail what she didn't understand, and then took out the textbook to read.

After Wu Yan understood, she no longer complained. Her eyes fell on Xiang Wan's textbook and she exclaimed: "Xiao Wan, you are actually reading the textbook for the second year of high school. How amazing."

"I finished reading this semester's textbooks during the winter vacation. I asked my friends for advice on what I didn't understand. They all said that the courses in the second year of high school are very tight. I will read them in advance to avoid not being able to keep up with the teacher's progress later."

Wu Yan's face was full of admiration. Recalling the envious looks and harsh words of her classmates, she couldn't help but say: "Others only know that you have good grades, but they don't come to see how hard you work."

Xiang Wan smiled nonchalantly: "Effort is for yourself. If I want to go to the best university in the future, I have to work harder than others. The same goes for you. If you want to go to a good university in the future, you have to review more and prepare in advance."

, so that we will not let down our great years."

"Yeah, I know. I will definitely follow your example. Let's work hard secretly. When the time comes, we will be envied by others, hehe."

Classes are late in winter, and students arrive early in the classroom and review individually. Occasionally, students come to ask Xiang Wan questions.

Xiang Wan, who is a freshman in high school, only knows Xiang Wan by heart. In addition to listening to the teacher's opinions and explanations every day, he supervises Wu Yan's studies. The rest of the time he prepares for the theories in the second year of high school. After all, he is going to Beishi University. It's so good.

In a school, the students there must be among the best. Even if they are admitted, they still have to be among the best, so that they can live up to the experience they have come to.

In a blink of an eye, it was time for the weekend holiday. On Saturday morning, Xiang Wan got into Peng Qingliang’s car and headed to the garment factory.

Workers have laid the foundation in the open space behind, and the two houses stand side by side with their backs against the mountains and their fronts. The houses are about fifty meters apart to facilitate trimming of the walls later.

Peng Qingliang brought Xiang Wan to the foreman. A large drawing drawn by Xiang Wan was spread on the table.

Peng Qingliang pointed to the foreman Tong Xiang Wan and introduced him: "This is Liu Cheng, the foreman who built our house. His house-building skills are well-known in Bei City. I also asked someone to find connections to jump in and let him build our house first."

Liu Cheng waved his hands repeatedly, with humility: "Boss Peng is joking, I am just a guy who repairs people's houses. It's the bosses who find me because they think highly of me. I just need to build the houses honestly. This must be Peng."

The boss mentioned the person who drew the drawing. I didn’t expect it to be such a young girl. When I first saw this drawing, my eyes lit up. It’s rare to see a house of this style. Every part is designed very reasonably, and there are also new additions.

I have put a lot of thought into it, and I can see that the person who drew this drawing was very careful. You and Boss Peng can just call me Foreman Liu."

"Hello, Mr. Liu," Xiang Wan smiled at him and continued: "Actually, I borrowed most of this drawing from the book. I just added my own design to the details. The Hui-style architecture looks simple.

, the repair is more complicated than it actually is, so Foreman Liu will have to work hard.”

"I can also see that the foundation alone is much more than the houses I have built before, and they must be built with wood. However, once the general framework is figured out, the progress will be much faster than other houses. Even some details I still have to work on.

I need to communicate with you two again. If you have time, come and take a look. If there is anything you are not satisfied with, we can make corrections in time."

Liu Cheng spoke sincerely, and Xiang Wan also felt his ability from the communication. So far, he is very satisfied. As for the future, he will have to wait until the house is completed to know.

Peng Qingliang didn’t know anything about the drawings, including what the house would look like in the future. At first, he looked at Wanhua’s drawings and thought they were novel, especially because there were so many rooms, and several rooms actually had separate toilets. Peng Qingliang was even more satisfied, and immediately decided to go with him.

Same as Xiang Wanjian.

He had never been exposed to architecture, so Peng Qingliang couldn't get in the conversation at all. Even if he wanted to say a few words to make his presence felt, he couldn't understand what the two of them said, so he simply gave up his seat to Xiang Wan.

"I don't know much about this. Just talk to Foreman Liu and I'll go over there and have a look."
Chapter completed!