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Chapter 07 Ripples in My Heart

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    It was already 8:10 p.m. when Zhang Hua got home. She had dinner with Chen Yan and Feng Shanshan before breaking up.  Of course, she had greeted her family in advance, but she still couldn't escape the nagging of Xie Yunfang who was waiting at home, "You see, Chen Yan's child is going to elementary school, and there is no sign of your child. That's called  Live a down-to-earth life, have your own family, have your own life"

    "Mom, why do you always compare me with others? Everyone has their own life. Look at a lot of celebrities who are not married in their 40s or 50s."

    Xie Yunfang stared: "Do you have a celebrity life? If you don't have that life, don't compare yourself with others. I said you are not doing it for your own good. Your parents have to worry about you when you are so old."

    Zhang Hua stuffed a piece of braised duck neck into her mother's mouth, "I bought this at your favorite braised meat shop, it's good to eat while watching TV." She handed the other section to her father, "Dad, you can eat it too."  Try it."

    Zhang Weitao looked away from the TV, glanced at the braised duck neck in his daughter's hand, and shook his head: "I don't want to eat that stuff, give it to your mother, your mother likes it."

    Xie Yunfang was not happy, "What is that thing? What do you do with a snack? It was originally bought by my daughter to honor me. A stubborn old man like you only knows to put on airs all day long. Huahua, ignore him!"

    "Hush." ??Zhang Hua put his hand over his mouth and pointed to the TV, "Dad is watching the system report, don't disturb him."

    Xie Yunfang glanced at the TV, stopped talking and gnawed on the neck of the duck silently.

    Although Zhang Weitao has retired for many years, he still has not completely broken away from his previous work habits. As long as his bottom line is not touched, everything is easy to negotiate.  But if it touched his bottom line, this good old man's temper should not be underestimated.  Therefore, it is best not to interfere and influence him in matters involving public security and the legal system.

    Zhang Hua knew that although his mother was superficially strong, his father was the backbone of the family.  While one of the two elderly people was concentrating on watching TV and the other was concentrating on gnawing duck necks, they sneaked back to the bedroom.

    After taking a shower, Zhang Hua wrapped his wet long hair in a towel, and stretched out his hand to smear the mirror surface that was blurred by water vapor.  The skin covered with water droplets still looks so smooth and shiny, and the face that can be broken by blows is flushed with bursts of blush.

    Zhang Hua trimmed his eyebrows while humming a tune, and these annoying eyebrows popped up every now and then.  She blinked at the mirror, and the people in the mirror blinked at her too. She couldn't help grinning, and the people in the mirror seemed to be showing their teeth and claws.  She looked at the wrinkles squeezed together because of laughter, and suddenly felt a sense of loneliness.

    A closed bathroom, an infinite space in the mirror, two objects that can only copy each other's actions.  A touch of loneliness filled the entire bathroom like water mist, filling her eyes.

    "Life without marriage is incomplete!" "What will I do when I get old?" The words of his mother and Yanzi ran through his mind alternately, Zhang Hua's calm heart seemed to be thrown into ripples, maybe he should think about it.  Let's get married.

    The next day, Zhang Hua looked up the latest flower art information on the Internet. Now he has to keep pace with the times in everything he does, and he will be beaten if he falls behind.  Several flower shops in the vicinity are eyeing the development of their peers. Although there is no malicious competition, each of them is trying their best to compare in private.  Whoever has outstanding floral packaging will naturally attract more customers.

    "Xiao Huang, let's see that the packaging of these kinds of flower paper is more beautiful, can you make it?" Zhang Hua discovered the new style.

    Xiao Huang sat on the stool Zhang Hua gave way to browse carefully, "This and this shouldn't be difficult, these types are a bit cumbersome, I have to take a good look." She pointed to a few newly released flower art pictures, raised her head and looked at them with consulting eyes.  by Zhang Hua.

    "Well," Zhang Hua clasped his shoulders and nodded, not forcing Xiao Huang to do it, "Look at it first, if it doesn't work, let's think of another way."

    An hour later, Zhang Hua finished reading the newspaper on his mobile phone, but Xiao Huang still had no idea.  Zhang Hua is not in a hurry, she knows that Xiao Huang's flower art skills are more professional than her own, and if Xiao Huang can't handle it, she will be at a loss.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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