At this moment, Xue Xiang didn't say the reason for sending red envelopes, but also agreed to keep them confidential, which relieved their worries. It would be strange if the red envelopes could not be sent out...

After receiving the red envelope, the children ran away as if they were blown up the camp and heard them discussing what spring thunder to buy from afar.

After seeing off a group of children, Xue Xiang waited to continue moving forward. But before he could turn around, he heard a strange but familiar greeting, "You Xue Xiang is capable, even Ni'er and the others can send out red envelopes."

Xue Xiang turned around and saw a simple, old but charitable and sad face. Who else could he have if he didn't have Zhenhua?

After careful calculation, Xue Xiang saw Zhenhua last time in August last year, only half a year has passed since now.

But Xue Xiang felt that for Zhenhua Chang, he had gone very quickly.

In the past six months, not only did Zhenhua grow half of his hair and grind his sideburns, but he also carved new dense grooves on his already dense forehead. His already skinny body shape was almost too thin to hold on to his clothes.

"Xue Xiang, happy new year!"

Speaking, Zhenhua smiled and stretched out his hand.

Speaking of which, Xue Xiang was rude. Zhenhua Chang had already called him, but he should have replied no matter what, but now Xue Xiang was speechless, which was considered a big offense, and even asked Zhenhua Chang to let out a second call.

At this moment, when he saw Xue Xiang being stunned, Zhenhua Chang was not caring at all, but a trace of warmth flowed through his heart. He had read a lot of people, and he could understand the content in Xue Xiang's eyes.

"You've grown, you've lost weight!"

Xue Xiang did not say New Year's words. Finally, he stretched out his hands and held Zhenhua's big hand tightly.

"You are not fat either!"

Zhenhua smiled and patted Xue Xiang's shoulder, "How is it? Are you okay at Mingzhu? I heard that you are making trouble again at Mingzhu. You are unwilling to live in peace no matter where you go!"

Xue Xiang was embarrassed. Just as he was about to be broken down, Zhenhua Chang waved his hand, "No need to say anything, you have to do what you should do. As long as you determine the right thing and what is beneficial to the old surname, let it go. I know you are a very young person. Remember, only those who don't do things will never make mistakes. Don't be afraid that others will say that our country and this party want is people who dare to do things. Xue Xiang, do it well!"

After saying that, Zhenhua Chang let go of Xue Xiang's big hand and strode away.

Far from afar, his thin body seemed to be broken by the cold wind at any time, but his waist was straight and he walked so steadily and vigorously every step. Suddenly, snowflakes flew from the sky, like cotton. Gradually, Zhenhua's thin figure was obscured by the wind and snow. Old Xue's eyes suddenly became a little wet.

He knew a lot of things that he could not say, nor was he qualified to say, but he remembered the care and kindness of Zhenhua for him in this life!

After wiping the corners of his eyes and calming down, Xue Xiang then headed towards the big tiled house.

When he reached the door, Xue Xiang suddenly stopped and stared at Hongyan in front of the door.

Speaking of which, the old man is at the top, but his family is like an ordinary family. They still have to post Spring Festival couplets and hang New Year pictures during the New Year.

There is nothing new about New Year's paintings. The left door holds a whip, Yuchi Gong, and Qin Shubao, the right door holds a mace, and Xue Xiang has seen countless times in his past and present life, so he will naturally not pay attention to it.

However, when this Spring Festival couplet caught my eye, Xue Xiang had the urge to take it into his arms and put it back to his home.

It turned out that Xue Xiang saw that this was the old man's handwritten book, and the same as the two handwritten books given by Xue Anyuan on his 60th birthday and when he and Xue's wedding were given.

The first couplet is to celebrate the New Year; the second couplet is to celebrate the festival. The name is Changchun; it happens to be Xue Xiang’s favorite pair of Spring Festival couplets.

"Little comrade, please rest in Building Northeast direction!"

Xue Xiangzheng was so impressed that he heard a voice in his ear. When he looked up, he saw a white middle-aged man in Zhongshan outfit.

Xue Xiang, who has been to Meiyuan, naturally knew the rules of Meiyuan. The younger generation who came with the elders could only rest in the building.

"Thank you!"

Xue Xiang handed two jars of pickled pepper to Bai Jingzhong, then turned around and prepared to leave.

After saying this, Xue Xiang felt relieved.

It turned out that somehow, the longer we didn’t meet, the more afraid he was of these masters. He always didn’t want to come today, but since Xue Anyuan had told him, it would be impossible not to come.

But even if he couldn't help but come, Xue Xiang was unwilling to be paid attention to.

According to Xue Xiang's idea, the best result was to go to the ground and hand over the gifts. The cat stood in the crowd for a while and then slipped away.

In this way, the etiquette was considered complete, and he took off his body without any damage, which can be called the "dual method".

Who would have thought that the result at the moment was even better than the two-way method, so he didn't have to come in at all. After he handed this special gift, the old man naturally knew that he had come.

In this way, his intention was given, and no matter how good it was, it would be gone.

"Is it Xue Xiang outside the door?"

Unexpectedly, as soon as Mr. Xue took a step, Mr. An's familiar voice came from the room. He usually heard a familiar numb voice. At this moment, it seemed like a thunder sounded in Xue Xiang's ears, and there was only one word left in his heart: Cun!

"What, you are Xue Xiang?"

The middle-aged man spoke in a simple manner and grabbed Xue Xiang's arm.

This white and middle-aged man is the life secretary of the old man. Although he has never seen Xue Xiang, he has heard of his name and knows the relationship between the Xue family and the old man. Just now, when he was serving several old comrades in the house, the old leaders talked about this Xue Yanei.

Even in an instant, my heart was filled with bitterness, but since I was discovered, Xue Xiang had no choice but to follow the white middle-aged man into the door.

The main house in Meiyuan was still in its original state, with a small courtyard, with vegetable beds like cut and flocks of chickens and ducks. At this moment, Mr. Xue was unintentionally looking at the scenery in the garden. Because he stepped into the gate, he saw clearly that almost all the people sitting in the hall were what he was most afraid of, but had to see.

In addition to the old Chang'an sitting in the main seat, the southern comrades stood beside him. Mr. An, Mr. Wu, Mr. Shi, Mr. Ge Yangchang, Old Mom, Mr. Dou and other old comrades were here one by one.

In addition, there are several second-generation heroes from the family, An Zaihai, the secretary of the Wuzhong Provincial Party Committee of An family, Shi Guozhong, the secretary of the Jianghuai Provincial Party Committee of the Shi family, Wu Tiege, the governor of the eastern Zhejiang of the Wu family, and Comrade Fei Lun, who was standing behind his old mother, who had not met but was quite familiar with him.

When Xue Xiang saw these prominent figures, he also saw him. Even though Mr. Xue asked about his own bad temper, he was also uncomfortable with the mountain's eyes.

Originally, it was only more than 20 meters away from the courtyard to the main hall, and Mr. Xue walked step by step for nearly half a minute.

Fortunately, when he saw An Zaihai frowning at him before entering the door, Mr. Xue came to his senses and as soon as he stepped into the door, he quickly spoke to greetings.

After a few dry and shriveled greetings, Master An was so angry that he could use the crutch in his hand to give Xue Xiang a few ruthlessly, so that his elm-blocked head would be opened and figure out where this place was.

Speaking of which, it was not that Mr. Xue could not stand the big scene. When he first came to Meiyuan, he dared to tell his elders about the story of the king of the island country. At that time, he was full of energy and free and lively.

Why is Mr. Xue not as good as before today? The root cause is nothing more than the change in his identity as Mr. Xue.

From a young man to an official at a certain level in the Republic system, his experience and knowledge have already undergone earth-shaking changes as his official rank increases.

Speaking of which, Xue was also an official of the Republic in his previous life, but in fact, the clerk of the Party History Office he used to work in could not even reach the immediate boss of a district, and he could hardly be considered a person in the officialdom.

Now Mr. Xue is different from his past, and his vision is wider. The more he knows, the more he naturally feels awe.

At this moment, think about Mr. Xue who talked about this room back then, he was just an ignorant and fearless person, and a newborn calf is not afraid of a tiger.

"It's really Xue Xiang. Lange saw that he was like a different person. Just now, Lange saw that you had just arrived at the door and was about to leave. What does this mean? It's the first time I have seen you like this when I'm such a young man!"

After Xue Xiang finished talking to the New Year greetings, he was just standing aside and embarrassed. The old master here finally spoke.

Xue Xiang was embarrassed and didn't know how to answer. He wouldn't say anything to stop anyone. This was a stupid thing. Not only did the immortals and Buddhas present look down on him, but he was simply a caring person who was dying and offending the elders.

"I think this little girl is guilty!"

Mr. An stepped forward in time to relieve the embarrassment for Lao Xue.

The old man smiled and said, "I feel guilty when I am a thief? Why, what happened to this monkey kid again!"

"Old Nan, have you not heard that someone in our Sijiu City is marrying a princess recently?"

Mr. An continued with a smile, and then told the shocking noise that Xue Xiang had sent Kang Guizhi before the New Year.

Mr. An was born as a human being, and he was very happy. With just a few words, he described the movements of that day vividly, especially focusing on the final gift and received more than 100,000 gifts.

Even though Xue Xiang knew that Mr. An was helping him and preparing for the absurdity that day, he still let out a cold sweat when he got the word "more than 100,000".

When Mr. Xue was about to break down the interface, he heard Mr. An say again: "Who knew that this young life was not lucky enough, so he intercepted the Red Cross people!"

"The silly platform is simply a silly platform!"

As soon as Master An finished speaking, the old man tapped the table and revealed his attitude, "I originally thought that you have been through the wind and rain outside over the years and saw the world, and it is time to grow up. Lange knows that you are so stupid, you still love to make trouble. I think this is how you, Sun Monkey should come back and sit in the central government and grind it. When will you get rid of the edges and corners of your body? When will you go down again?" (To be continued)

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