"What is the Olympics?" Zhuang Boyong is going to attend a live roadshow tomorrow, but in fact she even held a performance for what she did.

"Well, I think about it, it should refer to the name of the ancient Greek Games that the French advocated for revival in 1894. Sister, why do you ask this?" Zhuang Shuyi only knew that it would be held in winter and summer.

"Then do you know Liu Changchun?" Zhuang Boyong was flipping through the information while warming up.

"It was the sprinter who broke three national records at the 14th North China Games." Zhuang Shuyi remembered that it was in the 18th year of the Republic of China, and it made the front page headlines for several days, and almost every newspaper published this news. "By the way, I remember that there was a farewell party in Shanghai. He said he was going to participate in the Los Angeles Olympics."

"Yes. That means he is a fast-running person who goes abroad to win glory for his country. Then I have to prepare well." When Zhuang Boyong heard this, his eyes immediately lit up, and he jumped up on the spot with great excitement, making a difficult backflip.

"Sister, be careful, be careful, there is a table behind it. The vase is about to pour!" Zhuang Shuyi shouted nervously.

Zhuang Boyong stood steadily on the table, holding the shaky vase, and smiled. "Don't worry, there's only one, I'm..."

"I'm doing thirty-eight backflips in one go." Uncle Zhuang immediately relaxed and snatched her words. "I still remember that it scared my father."

"Yes. Then my mother laughed at him, she was less courageous than a rabbit." The two sisters immediately looked at each other and smiled.

Happiness always seems to be not enough, and the indifferent sorrow always occupies half an inch between my eyebrows. Although the days in old Peking are still the same as before, they are still different from before.

"What's the difference? The old woman who made a fortune in Guangxu built a Wanshou Garden, and later even the entire Qing Dynasty was lost. To this day, aren't we ordinary people still doing well?" Mr. Liu, the oldest in the alley, held his snuff bottle and took a beautiful breath. "It's no big deal."

It’s probably because he is older and has a lot of knowledge. People of Zhuang Shuyi cannot get used to this kind of thing. Is it a big deal to watch those enemies hit their doorstep?

"Stop worrying about that. Tell me about yourself, girl, why don't you have children yet?" This topic is bound to be the subject of parents.

Zhuang Shuyi made a sleek spurt to turn things around, and then sneaked away while everyone was not thinking about it. She stepped into the house and subconsciously touched her flat belly.

Yes, it's almost two years old. Why doesn't she have children yet?

It would be very interesting if there was a child like A Nian. He had big eyes, black hair, cheeks and belly, and he would have two words to say, and he would have been so cute.

"But if it's a girl, what name do we have to call him?" Zhuang Shuyi had already thought too far away. Even the boy's name had been chosen, and he had to be called "Shengli".

Although it has not arrived yet, she has already expected that he will come.

"Also called 'Victory'. But you gave someone other's name so quickly, and you agreed to give me a font. It's been a few years since." Yang Bo deliberately pretended to be jealous and changed the topic.

Zhuang Shuyi was indeed fooled. He hugged Yang Bo's neck warmly, kissed and kissed again and again, and said coquettishly. "A Nian, how good A Nian, of course I'm working hard, but I can't find a worthy A Nian who is unparalleled in the world."

"It sounds so nice." Yang Bo smiled successfully, then stuffed a candy into her mouth.

Zhuang Shuyi soon forgot this episode. As she said, there is really no word in this world that is worthy of her omnipotent A Nian. Just like there is no word in the world that can describe her love for him.

"Mrs. Zheng, I have your letter." The messenger outside the yard shouted, and then he familiarly stuffed the thick dozen letters into the mailbox outside the gate. This alley is probably the only mailbox of this family.

Zhuang Shuyi cheered and searched for her mailbox. I really couldn't believe that no one wrote a letter to A Nian. Maybe she could be the first one. Zhuang Shuyi held the pile of letters and thought about this wonderful thing, and couldn't help but laugh.

He will definitely be very happy. Zhuang Shuyi is sure.

"Liuliu, what are you laughing at?" Yang Bo thought about whether there were too many letters and could not get them. He wanted to come out to help, but he saw his little girl laughing like a little mouse who had only stole oil, looking very cunning.

"I won't tell you." It was indeed a cunning little mouse.

Yangbo reached out to scrape her nose.

Zhuang Shuyi immediately smiled and resisted. "Don't shave my nose. You and my elder sister are the same. If my nose turns collapsed, you must be good to you two."

Yang Bo retorted with a smile. "Then my reason must be relatively small. After all, it is not me who can crush stones with bare hands."

"Hahaha... you actually dare to tease my elder sister, you're done." Zhuang Shuyi jumped into the study happily and turned around and shouted at him. "Go and pour me herbal tea and snacks, otherwise I'll tell my elder sister."

"Okay, okay." Yang Bo sighed helplessly, and saw Zhuang Shuyi entering the study to unveil the letter, so he went straight to the kitchen. He poured the cold honeysuckle tea into a small glass pot, and then went to the cabinet to find Jujulien's favorite pea yellow.

Pea yellow in Peking City is not a rare item, but the pea yellow prepared by Yangbo today is not much the same. To be precise, it is not pea yellow, it should be called mung bean yellow. This thing is not sold in Peking, and the Dong'an market is the first to rely on Qinglinchun Tea House Lao Du.

It is prone to heatstroke during the dog days, so Zhuang Shuyi participated in many summer courses in schools. Yang Bo was afraid that she would feel uncomfortable, so he went to Lao Du to buy the mung bean yellow in the morning. The color is green, which makes people feel cool. In addition to removing the heat and detoxifying, the taste is rare. It makes people feel endless aftertaste.

Since Zhuang Shuyi had eaten it once, she had been thinking about it for a long time. This time she should be happy. As soon as Yang Bo put the mung bean yellow on the plate, he heard a loud noise, and then shouted wildly like that day.

"ah----!"

Yangbo threw down his things and ran to the study quickly. He had to be glad that since that day, he had put away all the fragile items and even the corners of the table that were prone to collision were well wrapped in cotton.
Chapter completed!