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When Zhang Yiman opened the door, Zhang Yaohui had been standing outside the door for a full minute holding the fruit plate.
"I was washing my face just now." Zhang Yiman explained after opening the door. At the same time, she casually tapped her face with her fingers, as if she had just washed her face and was doing skin care.
Seeing his daughter acting so hard, Zhang Yaohui felt funny, angry, and a little bit fond of her. Therefore, he was not ready to expose the stupid girl and said that he heard everything outside the door just now, including the shouting and the subsequent one. A series of panicked voices.
Zhang Yaohui nodded, walked into the room, put the fruit plate on the desk, and said, "Eat some fruit."
"Fruits! Fruits are so good! I like to eat fruits the most!" Zhang Yiman immediately made an expression as if she is the human being who loves fruits the most in the world. She picked up a cherry and ate it in her mouth, squinting like she was filming an advertisement. His speech was slurred, but his face was filled with happiness as he said, "It's great! It's great!"
Zhang Yaohui couldn't stand it anymore, so he closed his eyes and turned away. He secretly made up his mind that in the future, in addition to teaching his daughter how to identify other people's true thoughts, he would also teach her how to conceal her true thoughts and lie naturally.
Looking around the room, Zhang Yaohui took stock of this room that had changed almost every once in a while since last year.
The changes in this room are progressive from small to large.
At first, it was just some small items that were more or less, such as records, photos, crafts, dolls and pillows. Gradually, the bedsheets changed styles, the wallpapers changed colors, and there were a few more oil paintings and modern photography hanging on the walls. The romance novels on the bookcases were replaced by literature and social science books one after another. Finally, even the lighting fixtures include a floor lamp, which is placed next to the single sofa.
Zhang Yaohui understood who caused these changes.
Because Zhang Yiman has never concealed this.
The doll was won at an amusement park. The handicrafts were bought together with Han Jue. When choosing wallpaper, I learned from Han Jue¡¯s aesthetics. I wanted to change it to European tones and the pattern had to be minimalist. The habit of reading is imitated by Han Jue. The books on the bookcase are all bought and read after looking at Han Jue's book list. Even after Zhang Yaohui first saw these books, he wanted to recommend books to his daughter that were more suitable for her. Zhang Yiman refused and insisted on reading the same books as Han Jue.
After getting off the bus with Han Jue, the room did not stop changing.
Han Jue's painting exhibition to promote "Time Traveler" ended in mid-January. After the exhibition, Han Jue directly sent the paintings he created to Zhang Yiman's house. Zhang Yiman happily accepted it and told Zhang Yaohui, who looked confused at the time, that these were farewell gifts.
Farewell gift He really believed it at that time.
Zhang Yaohui felt that if it weren't for the fact that his daughter and Han Jue were secretly in love and had to keep a low profile, her daughter would definitely use these "farewell gifts" to replace the tens of millions worth of collections at home and hang them in the living room, dining room, and even Go to the study room.
Rather than like now, the large-size screen-printed nine-square grid image was placed in Zhang Yiman¡¯s personal music room in the attic. The remaining small paintings are placed in the bedroom.
Zhang Yaohui turned around and found a few more small sculptures on the shelf.
Except for a few family photos and souvenirs brought back from overseas travels, there are very few items with Zhang Yaohui's characteristics on the entire shelf displaying items.
Zhang Yaohui turned his head and saw the ugly bear named Zhang Er on the single sofa, smiling and looking at him with dull eyes. The smile on the corner of the ugly bear's mouth seemed to be ridiculing - [You should take this opportunity to be proud for a while, because this territory will soon be occupied by me. Jie Jie Jie Jie Jie! ¡¿
Zhang Yaohui walked forward, quietly threw the ugly bear into the corner, took a small raccoon doll from the side, and placed it on the sofa.
¡°I¡¯m done eating!¡± came the daughter¡¯s voice from behind, trying to speak clearly.
Zhang Yaohui turned around and saw his daughter's cheeks were bulging, like a squirrel desperately stuffing nuts into its mouth.
She kept covering her mouth with her hand, as if she was afraid that what was in her mouth would leak out, and showed him the smooth plate with one hand. This is not only to show off how cleanly you eat, but also to express: I have finished eating, you can go, and don¡¯t bother me anymore to sneak in and see something that you can¡¯t find!
Zhang Yaohui read his daughter's thoughts, so he said very considerately: "Are you so hungry? Can I cut some more for you?"
Zhang Yiman quickly opened his eyes, shook his head and waved his hands "Uh-huh".
"Have you had much contact with Han Jue recently?" Chapter ?.
After the competition, Lin Qin and Zhang Yiman met with a group of singers and songwriters, everyone chatted together, and then they were taken to visit the museum-like studio. Out of curiosity, someone asked Lin Qin and Zhang Yiman if they had any demos of the works they were creating, and they both said yes.
Then, amid everyone¡¯s cheers and applause, the two of them entered the recording studio one after another and sang their own demo works.
The quality is actually quite good, including Zhang Yiman, who claims to "only sing but not compose", and the songs he produced are also surprisingly good.
Many people recognized Zhang Yiman¡¯s demo, which was very similar to the half of the song she played for Han Jue in ¡°Let¡¯s Fall in Love¡± last year.
"This new song of yours sounds great. Will it be included in the album?"
"without."
"Hey, it should be put in. What you wrote is seven times better than what Han Jue wrote."
"Liar!"
"Okay, I lied. It's eight times better than what Han Jue wrote!"
"what the hell!"
I finished watching one episode of the program without any danger.
Zhang Yaohui stood up with satisfaction, and then asked his daughter if she wanted to eat more fruit.
Zhang Yiman just wanted to drive her father away as soon as possible. It was one o'clock, and who was still eating?
Zhang Yaohui shouted, "You used to eat at this point" and was pushed out of the room by Zhang Yiman.
When there was only one person in the room, Zhang Yiman closed his eyes, slumped his shoulders, and fell heavily on the bed.
She stretched, feeling like a war was over.
"Escaped one disaster! No, two disasters!" Zhang Yiman was extremely satisfied with his series of witty performances.
From the calm cover-up when opening the door at the beginning, to using fruit to scare away the tiger when turning on the computer, and then describing sweat as toner, and historical records as message push Even the title of the song "Goodbye Ni-chome" in the end was explained perfectly. Make dad suspicious.
If you are very satisfied, Zhang Yiman will give yourself a hundred points!
"Hehe, I have to share it with uncle tomorrow morning!~~" Zhang Yiman thought happily, looking forward to Han Jue praising her for being smart and witty after hearing the story.
It¡¯s past one o¡¯clock now, but because Zhang Yiman just showed off his ace spy-like skills, he couldn¡¯t calm down and fell asleep easily.
Zhang Yiman hugged Zhang Er, who had somehow fallen into his arms, and re-watched "Hip-hop" that she had not finished watching. She applauded Han Jue's fighting dance and sent ten messages in a row: "My husband is the best in the world!" ¡¿
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Downstairs.
Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, Zhang Yaohui looked at the silly dog ??lying on the lawn under the moonlight, sleeping soundly with its belly facing the sky. Zhang Yaohui held a cup of hot tea in his hand and his eyes were extremely melancholy. After taking a sip, he sighed.
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