On Tuesday, January 13, 2009, the 18th day of the twelfth lunar month, Wu Zi, and the roosters are expected to marry, accept marriage, make alliances, consecrate, and sacrifice. It is not advisable to enter the house, go up to the beam, bury, build a house, and visit sickness.

Today is a good day. Although it is already winter, the weather is very clear. Yanjing, a city with foggy capital, used to be yellow sand flying, and today it is also a rare place to be clear and clear, with a gentle breeze.

The courtyard house, which originally belonged to Yao Zhiping, is now under Zhang Kun's name, is surprisingly lively today, and everyone is busy.

With the help of two security guards, the cleaning aunt cleaned the entire courtyard. Every corner and every corner was their goal.

The cook bought a lot of ingredients early and prepared before the feast in the kitchen.

Even Zhang Kun went out early in the morning to make a hairstyle, took back the clothes he had made early, and then dressed himself up in the bedroom to make it look so refreshing.

In short, the entire courtyard seemed to have come alive. Because today is the day when Qi Xiangyang became a disciple.

At 9:50, Zhang Kun stood at the gate of the Sihe Courtyard and looked into the distance.

Five minutes later, a taxi stopped at the entrance of Siheyuan Street, and then the door opened. Qi Xiangyang ran out first, opened the carriage of the parking space, raised two wheelchairs from inside, and carefully placed them in front of the rear door.

When he opened the car door, a gray-haired old woman walked down first, and then Qi Xiangyang and the old woman helped Qi Pengfei get out of the car and get into a wheelchair. Then the two of them helped the other man down.

Qi Xiangyang went to pay for the car, and then pushed a wheelchair with the old woman and slowly walked towards the courtyard where Zhang Kun was.

The old woman who was pushing Qi Pengfei looked in her sixties. Her hair was gray, her face was full of wrinkles, and she had a little bit of old spots. However, she looked quite healthy. She was also steady when she pushed Qi Pengfei away. She should be Qi Pengfei's wife and Qi Xiangyang's grandmother.

Zhang Kun glanced at the wheelchair that Qi Xiangyang was pushing. An old man in his fifties was sitting in the wheelchair in dementia. He looked like he had dressed up well today, and his clothes were brand new, but the saliva occasionally flowed from the corners of his mouth still couldn't help but make the collar of the new clothes a little sticky.

Five meters before the four of them arrived at the door, Zhang Kun finally moved, walked up quickly, came to Qi Pengfei, lowered his body slightly, and smiled: "Mr. Qi, good morning."

Qi Pengfei also nodded with a chuckling look: "Good morning, Mr. Zhang."

Zhang Kun nodded with a smile, then looked at the old woman behind Qi Pengfei. Qi Pengfei immediately smiled and said, "My inner man, Liang Yi."

"Lady Liang." Zhang Kun greeted with a smile.

Liang Yi smiled kindly: "Mr. Zhang, Xiangyang will ask you in the future."

Zhang Kun nodded, then turned to look at the dementia old man in the wheelchair next to him.

Qi Pengfei was silent for a while, and then whispered: "My youngest, Qi Pengming."

This is Qi Laosan. Zhang Kun was silent for a while, then gently walked to Qi Pengming, bent down and bowed to Qi Pengming: "Mr. Qi San, thank you for coming."

After hearing Zhang Kun's words, Qi Pengming still looked demented, his eyes were dull and saliva fell slightly.

Zhang Kun sighed softly in his heart, then adjusted his mood, looked at the few people with a smile on his face, and made a call: "Mr. Qi, go in first, sit down and chat slowly."

Qi Pengfei nodded with a smile, and then the five of them walked slowly towards the courtyard.

Today is the day when Qi Xiangyang becomes a disciple. Qi Xiangyang's grandmother, whom she has never met, will come. Zhang Kun probably knows it, and it is not surprising. But the appearance of Qi Pengming, or the youngest in the Qi family, really surprised Zhang Kun.

Because the youngest of the Qi family appeared here, it means that Qi Pengfei really let go of the resentment in his heart.

What Zhang Kun said in the end was not so much for the youngest in the Qi family, but rather for Qi Pengfei.

It’s really...thank you!

Because of this, Yao Zhiping's guilt can dissipate more as much as possible.

Zhang Kun led the four people into the courtyard and then came to the Beifang Zhongtang. The small hall next to the Zhongtang had already prepared fruit and pastries. Zhang Kun invited Liang Yi to sit down. As for the brothers Qi Pengfei and Qi Pengming, they pushed the wheelchair directly to the table. As for Qi Xiangyang, he had no seat today.

As soon as the few people sat down, a cleaning lady brought tea next to her. It was the best Maojian, the best tea that Yao Zhiping had collected before, Maojian, Huangshan, Anhui.

The green tea leaves stand upright in the tea cup, exuding a faint fragrance.

"Good tea!" He picked up the teacup and smelled the faint fragrance, Qi Pengfei nodded with a smile, and the affirmative expression in his tone was visible.

This tea is indeed a good tea. I heard Hou Baoguo and Tang Xinhua talk about Qimen black tea in Yulaifang before, and it was only 3,000 yuan per liang, or a discounted price.

However, Yao Zhiping, the Maojian in Huangshan, Anhui, is 30,000 yuan, and often cannot be bought. It is the best among real tea. Not to mention anything else, at least the price is definitely the best.

It’s just that Zhang Kun can’t drink it and other tea leaves, it’s all a light fragrance, and it can’t taste much difference.

Zhang Kun picked up the tea and smiled at Qi Pengfei, and was about to ask Qi Pengfei to taste it. At this time, a sudden salute soared into the sky. Then, countless salutes rushed into the air like rockets, making a crisp sound and a brilliant brilliance.

Even in broad daylight, the sky still makes the sky colorful and very beautiful.

Zhang Kun was stunned because the direction of the sound of salute was at the gate of the Siheyuan.

Is there a guest at home?

It’s strange. Although today is the day when Qi Xiangyang becomes a disciple, he didn’t invite anyone, maybe he was a guest from other courtyards?

Although he was thinking so, Zhang Kun still stood up and smiled at Qi Pengfei and nodded: "Sorry, Mr. Qi, I'm missing accompaniment."

As soon as Zhang Kun finished speaking, Qi Pengfei also put down the teacup in his hand: "Mr. Zhang, let me go with you."

Zhang Kun, who was about to turn around and go out, was stunned and turned to look at Qi Pengfei. Qi Pengfei said softly: "Mr. Zhang, today is a good day for Xiangyang, so I invited a friend to watch the ceremony."

"It's the friend who told you my address at Jiade International Auction, Jiao Guoan, who runs a small building materials company. He is also a matchmaker between you and Xiangyang, so I thought about it and decided to invite him to watch the ceremony."

"I made a decision without your permission. I hope Mr. Zhang will not be surprised."
Chapter completed!