After hesitating for a while, Lin Zhishu called Jiang Yu.

"Is there anything wrong with Mr. Lin?"

Jiang Yuzheng told Xinxin to eat breakfast, and after connecting, he was puzzled, and he only spoke five minutes ago.

At that time, everything should have been said, and only five minutes later, Mr. Lin called back, which was impossible before.

"Sister Jiang, Shen Chong said that he would come over in the afternoon to take Xinxin to learn to paint."

Jiang Yu hummed, thinking that since the matter was related to Shen Chong, there was no need to be surprised.

With her understanding of Lin Zhishu, she immediately derived the answer, "Okay, I know." ”

Lin Zhishu's hand pinching the phone suddenly tightened, I haven't said it yet, you know?

Sister Jiang, what do you know!

"It just so happens that I am actually a little trivial in the company in the afternoon, since Shen Chongken came to help, then I will contact him after lunch and let him take over, I will go directly to the company."

Lin Zhishu glared, and his five fingers exerted force.

Her brain hurts, Sister Jiang's way of opening her mind is completely different from what she wants to express!

How good is that?

"Uh, Mr. Lin, do you have anything else?"

This Jiang Yu waited for a long time without waiting for movement, and then asked.

Lin Zhishu pinched his forehead, "It's nothing, that's it, then I'll hang up first." ”

Hanging up the phone, Lin Zhishu rubbed his temples violently, feeling so tired and angry, but there was no way.

I can't slap Sister Jiang in the face, saying that you completely understand crookedly, I want you to help me spy on Shen Chong to see if he and the art teacher Feng Chuixue have any signs of that, right?

How can I say this kind of jealousy?

What's more, I still agreed to come down and took the initiative to contact Feng Fuxue.

I'm afraid this will make Sister Jiang laugh off her big teeth and make her suffocate her internal injuries.

Lin Zhishu remembered the information that he had sent someone to find and collect.

A little girl who graduated from the Academy of Fine Arts, a little small and cute, with an innocent resume, has a lot of teaching experience, has led classes in major parks and squares in Shudu, and has an excellent reputation.

Some time ago, she went out to travel and gained knowledge, and only came back in the last few days.

No, that's all.

Oh, and a couple of photos of her college days and when she taught at Eastside Park a year ago.

She's very small and cute, and she's very cute.

But it's really not Lao Lin who is arrogant, just the person shown in the photos before Feng Chuixue, in terms of appearance, figure, and temperament, is not half a star worse than himself.

So she didn't regard Feng Chuixue as a potential competitor at all, and she didn't think that Shen Chong would ignore Xinxin's feelings, so she found a stepmother for Xinxin.

Because of this, since Xinxin had never forgotten before, Lao Lin simply settled Feng Chuixue, and simply asked Jiang Yu to call the other party for one semester's tuition through WeChat.

But so far, Lin Zhishu and Jiang Yu have actually never seen Feng Chuixue.

Otherwise, Lao Lin would probably be able to understand where the inexplicable sense of crisis in his heart came from.

Feng Chuixue's facial features are still the same as before, but her temperament is different, so Shen Chong, who loves two-dimensional girls more, doesn't have much feeling.

After a long time, Mr. Lin finally pulled away from her own ridiculous thinking, and decisively threw everything to Shen Chong in her heart.

It's all to blame on that guy, if you want to see Xinxin, go directly, why do you report to me, and give me the illusion that I want to see Teacher Fuxue, which makes me taste and makes me uneasy.

What a bastard!

Wait a minute......

Did this guy do it on purpose?

He knew I was going to be crazy, so he deliberately kept me close to him?

The legendary desire to get away with it!

How could he have such high-end skills, it must have been taught to him by Sister Jiang!

It's so dangerous, I almost got hit, go and go.

Lin Zhishu waved his hand as if chasing flies, and the thoughts in his heart were scattered, which could be regarded as relief.

Shen Boxing King, who didn't know that he had been in and out of the ghost gate countless times in just ten minutes, had a rare stay at home all morning, looking east and west on the Internet, but he was happy.

From time to time, he brushed the demon slaying forum to see if there were any pearls in the sea about the strange fragrance.

After returning to no avail, he set his sights on a nearby vacant house or vacant land, wanting to see if he could rent a suitable piece of land, sign a long-term contract, or buy a ranch.

But it didn't take long for him to dispel this idea, if he wanted to run a ranch, he had to ask for land, and land was not cheap nowadays.

He didn't want to run the ranch too far, the closer he had to be to Runya Garden, the better, after all, Lao Lin had no intention of moving away for a while.

The land here is more expensive, and with his current seven-figure assets, it is tantamount to an idiot's dream to build a piece of land that can be used as a farmhouse-type small ranch in the city outside the third ring road of Shudu.

What's more, Shen Chong also has to have a long-term contract, and once he wants to do it, he will have to rent at least ten years.

Otherwise, if the ranch is renovated, it won't take a year or two to move, and you have to move with a large number of animals?

I'm not a nomad!

In fact, he still has an idea, that is, to find a demon to invest, but once this happens, won't the merit value be half of the score at that time?

What's more, because of the matter of Feng Chuixue's sister, the secret department was choked enough, and it was not bad not to be beaten, and it was still invested.

He did everything in the east and west all morning, and achieved nothing, and then his thinking was open-minded, and the nature of the abandoned house was revived.

As the protagonist of the character, he actually ran to the Internet to chat on Weibo, and then downloaded the two mini-games before he had time to play, and he was completely blind in the morning.

If everyone in the science and information department found that Shen Ye, who deciphered the strongest password in three days, overcame the technical difficulties of the backplane patch in seven or eight days, and found the invincible script from the crotch of his pants at every turn, this group of people could poke him in the waist with a knife, and they would have to force him to do something.

After eating, Shen Chong whistled and went to Runya Garden, and he also carried his laptop.

Walking halfway, he subconsciously recited poetry.

It's not that he has become literate, but that some information that can be seen everywhere in social networks has poked him in the heart.

"During the Qingming Festival, it rained a lot, and the pedestrians on the road wanted to break their souls. I want to break my soul, I want to break my soul......"

Although there are many differences between the two different worlds, the seasons and festivals are quite coincidentally the same.

Now that Qingming is approaching, I don't know who is taking the lead, and the discussion on the Internet about the Qingming Festival is very loud, and the atmosphere is extremely rich.

Some people use the past as a metaphor for the present, and some people write new jokes or new words.

Thanks to the world's super strong level of entertainment, even if it is just a joke made by an ordinary enthusiast raising his hand, it can touch the softness in the reader's heart.

Shen Chong, a stranger, plunged headlong into social networks at the right time and was inevitably infected.

He was homesick.

He didn't have many friends in his previous life, but he had family.

After being reborn in this life, he has made a lot of friends in the demon slayer, and he is no longer as closed in the social circle of ordinary people as before.

But he has no family in this life.

When others are Qingming, they can go back to their hometowns with their parents to worship their ancestors, burn paper and worship their graves.

This is not superstition, but a kind of spiritual sustenance.

People have to endure so many hardships and sins in this life, and many of these sufferings and sins cannot be told to their living family and friends, but can only be hidden in their hearts.

So, while worshipping the ancestors, tell these pains in your heart to the ancestors who don't know if they really exist, and then take off the burden on your shoulders and go into battle again.

But Shen Chong had nowhere to go, and no one to accompany him.

Should I also go back to my hometown and burn incense to my former parents?

But if people really have an afterlife, or have a soul after death, will my hermit crab hidden in the body be discovered and recognized?

Will they recognize this "false son"?

Also, obviously my parents are still alive and well in another world, so it's really unfilial for me to burn incense to pay tribute to them, right?

This was simply a heavy moral test, and he was so ecstatic that he unconsciously recited the poem out of his mouth.

"Hey, where did you get this poem? Why haven't I heard of it? ”

At this moment, a crisp question sounded beside him.

Shen Chong turned his head, Feng Chuixue didn't know when he quietly came behind him, and only took half a step to walk on the tree-lined path of Runya Garden.

Shen Copying poetry is very embarrassing, how can a person quietly show off his elegance and catch it first?

Could it be that I will go around in a big circle, and from now on I will still embark on the road of copying the public?

"How's this poem?"

He decided to get out of the way, I can't tell her she's from another world.

Feng Chuixue thought for a while, "It's okay, it's a bit of a big guy's demeanor, what about the last two sentences?" ”

What?

Is this called okay?

Just a bit of a bit of a family style?

Somewhat?

I lost it, this is a treasure that has been passed down in my hometown for thousands of years, and it's okay in your mouth?

If it's not an acquaintance, believe it or not, I'll beat you all over the place!

"It's gone, it's gone, just these two sentences, farewell."

For this kind of hostile force that evaluates the classic in his heart with the word okay, he didn't serve a hundred of them and ran away directly.

When he arrived at the eighth building, Jiang Yu had already packed up and planned to go out, and handed over the people easily.

Xinxin heard that Teacher Fuxue was coming soon, but she was so excited that she went straight to the gate.

After another two minutes, Feng Fuxue, who almost went the wrong way, found the eighth building with a depressed face.

She was a little nervous in her heart, could it be that Mr. Shen saw through my complicated and incomprehensible thoughts, and deliberately wanted to avoid me?

Xinxin, who was standing at the door, saw Feng Blowing Snow and greeted her from afar, "Teacher Blowing Snow!" Here it is! ”

Feng Fuxue stepped forward, first hugged Xinxin affectionately, and then raised his eyes to look inside, and was shocked by the magnificent eighth villa, "This is Mrs. Shen...... Oh no, Mr. Lin's home? ”

Shen Chong next to him nodded, "Yes." ”

"Mr. Lin is really amazing!"

Shen Chonggang subconsciously wanted to refute, saying that this is not a big deal, I want to have a good father, and the house can be built bigger than this.

Xinxin replied, "That's right! My mom is amazing! ”

Obviously, the little baby was happy to hear others praise her mother.

Shen Chong immediately changed his words, "Yes, it's amazing." ”

Xinxin boasted again, "My dad is also amazing. ”

Shen Chong humbled himself, "No, no, it's far away." ”

Feng Chuixue said meaningfully: "There is a specialization in the art industry, and Mr. Shen is indeed a great person. ”

"Let's not praise each other, time is tight, Xinxinke must learn something new this afternoon, otherwise even if the child's mother doesn't say anything, I won't agree."

Mr. Lin was really worried, and until now, Shen Chong still hadn't completely given up the idea of driving away Feng Chuixue.

He's not kidding, he's serious.

Others can accompany their families to worship their ancestors during the Qingming Festival, and his only family member now is Xinxin.

It's his life.

What prompted him to finally relent, and temporarily agreed to seal the blowing snow, it was his life that liked to seal the blowing snow.