成年抖音app

Chapter 498: Chapter 498: Really not for sale

\'Click,\' the door was gently pushed open, and Huang Jingping walked in carrying a washbasin. "You\'re awake!" She gave Feng Yiping a soft kiss on the cheek. Her lips were cool and smelled of toothpaste. \'Shall we get up? The morning scenery is beautiful, the air is good, and the aunt and uncle just accompanied Grandpa to go for a stroll by the lake. Shall we get up?\'

She coaxed Feng Yiping like she would a child.

\'Mmm,\' Feng Yiping buried his head in her neck and inhaled the familiar scent of her body. "Kiss me again and I\'ll get up,\'

\'Mmm," Huang Jingping cheerfully kissed him twice on the cheek, then started to lift the covers. "Get up," Feng Yiping yelled, quickly pulled on some clothes, opened the door, and the breeze blew in with the scent of the grasslands.

\'That feels good,\' he said, stretching as he stood in the doorway. He noticed that basically no one had slept in, and that everyone was getting up in twos and threes. In his group, many of the parents were gathered around the horses and camels, habitually crouching on the ground smoking and looking at the rare sight of large livestock in front of them, eagerly discussing it with the people next to them.

If they were taken to a scenic spot on a mountain, they probably wouldn\'t be in the mood. In their lives, they have never seen any other scenery, and they are really tired of mountains. But they really find this flat land quite extraordinary, and they are afraid that they cannot take their eyes off it for a while.

\'Let\'s wash up,\' said Huang Jingping, handing over the toothbrush with toothpaste squeezed on it.

Feng Yiping understood her thoughts. Last night was the first time the two of them had openly stayed together under the watchful eyes of their grandparents and parents. The villagers all knew that, as a girl, she certainly didn\'t want Feng Yiping sleeping in this morning.

Feng Yiping took the camera and held Huang Jingping\'s hand as they went to the lake to find their parents. From time to time, people greeted them, \'Up already,\'

After they had walked past, they could hear people behind them saying things like, \'What a perfect match!\' Huang Jingping felt so good, she beamed and held onto Feng Yiping even tighter.

Mom, Dad and Grandpa were watching some horses drinking water in a tank made from an old wooden boat. Feng Zhenchang was walking around with his arms folded, looking at the horses as if he wanted to stroke them.

\'Grandpa, Mom and Dad, did you sleep well last night?\'

\'It\'s pretty good. It\'s just this place. It\'s so hot during the day, but it\'s actually a bit cool at night,\' Mei Jianzhong said with a smile.

\'Don\'t move, you two,\' Mei Qiuping, who also had a camera slung around her neck, snapped a photo of them. \'I\'ll definitely take more photos of you on the horse at noon. Do you remember when you were in third grade, and I only took a photo of your sister riding a horse and not you, and you were lying on the ground throwing a tantrum?\'

\'Mom, that\'s not true,\' parents seem to be the same, always like to tell their children\'s partners embarrassing things about them when they were young.

\'Is it a photo of you riding a horse in uniform? I had one taken when I was a child too, and it seems to still be around,\' Huang Jingping said with a smile.

\'Yes, it was a rare thing to have your photo taken back then, and there were only girls in the photos. You could say that he was a boy, why would he compete with his sister for this?\'

Back then, having your photo taken was still a rare occurrence. Occasionally, a master would take a camera with him and lead a horse carrying a few sets of clothes on its back from village to village, taking photos for everyone.

Feng Yiping can\'t quite remember how much it cost to have a photo taken. It was probably one yuan? Or maybe less than one yuan. Anyway, at the time it was quite a rare occurrence, and it seems that he, who knew better, cried and demanded money from his parents for the first time.

\'I didn\'t want a photo, I was just interested in the camera,\' Feng Yiping weakly defended himself.

This was actually true. At a time when Feng Hongbing\'s family\'s dual-card recorder was the rarest object in the whole village, cameras were high-tech, or even black technology, in the eyes of these country children.

Unfortunately, no one paid any attention to him. Huang Jingping and her mother were looking at the photos in the camera. Grandpa and Dad were crouching on the ground, facing each other, talking about something. He leaned over and Mei Jianzhong grabbed a handful of soil from the ground. \'You said that this is such a good piece of land, with water next to it, what would be a good thing to grow?\'

What a simple and lovely little old man from the countryside. If he were to go to the emperor\'s garden, he might also not care much for all the flowers and plants, shaking his head and saying, \'What a waste of this good land.\'

\'Grandpa, let\'s go back and eat breakfast,\' Feng Yiping said with a smile.

Feng Zhenchang, who was also pulling up a blade of grass to look at the soil, went over to the water trough to wash his hands and looked at the startled horses. \'I\'m afraid one of their horses could cultivate as much land as us,\'

He just had to find a reason to say it. He had to say that his father now had the air of a businessman, slowly overshadowing the air of a farmer.

\'The emperor and the royal courtiers of Mongolia ate in a place like this back then. So aren\'t we eating imperial food now?\' Mei Jianzhong said with a smile, looking at the large tent with the golden roof in the centre.

\'Isn\'t that right?\', Mei Qiuping added.

\'There should still be quite a few foreigners here back then,\' Feng Zhenchang said. In his spare time, he would read Feng Yiping\'s history textbooks.

Haha, they are always interested in the affairs of emperors and generals.

Chatting with Huang Jingping, Feng Yiping followed them around a yurt and encountered an unexpected, but actually expected, person.

The Mongolian man who played the morin khuur last night was waiting with a middle-aged man wearing a sapphire-blue Mongolian robe and many ornaments.

\'Good morning, Mr Feng. I am Bai Yin, the person in charge of this scenic spot. I have come especially to wait for you to have breakfast. These are your elders, right? We have prepared enough ingots and buns, as well as freshly squeezed milk. We have also made a lot of the vegetables you brought yesterday,\' Bai Yin said in a not-quite-standard Mandarin.

\'Uncle Baiyin, just call me Yiping. Thank you for your kindness, but we\'re here as a group and we\'re going to eat together,\' Feng Yiping politely declined his invitation. He understood Baiyin\'s intentions.

\'Brother, thank you for yesterday,\' he said to the man playing the morin khuur.

\'I\'m Chaolu. Yiping, we\'re here today to ask if we can buy the song you played yesterday,\'

This Chaolu is a straightforward person, and he stood by the roadside and told him the reason for his visit.

Feng Zhenchang and Mei Qiuping knew that when they opened their first noodle shop, the money they lacked seemed to have been earned by their son selling songs. However, this was the first time they had seen someone asking to buy a song written by their son face-to-face. Although they did not lack the money now, they really wanted to ask, \'How much can you pay?\'

\'I\'m sorry, Brother Chaolu, I need this song for myself and I can\'t sell it to you,\'

\'We\'ve already asked everyone. We heard that you\'re in business and don\'t make a living singing, so why can\'t we buy it from you?\' Chaolu said.

\'Sorry, I really need it,\'

\'Okay, I won\'t disturb you while you eat,\' Baiyin said, holding back Chaolu. \'Don\'t be offended, he\'s just a straight-talker,\'

As he watched Feng Yiping and the others walk away arguing, Chaolu said, \'Just let it go? You\'ve heard a few lines of our song, but the whole song is even better and very suitable for our performance. If Khan City buys the song, it will definitely attract more people to come and play,\'

\'Zhaolu, can\'t you change your hot-headedness? They still have to stay for another day, so there\'s time to do some good work. Come, let\'s go to my place for dinner,\' he said, glancing at Feng Yiping\'s side. "Don\'t worry, as long as they\'re businessmen, it\'ll be easy to negotiate,\'

\'Yiping, what are you going to use all this for?" Feng Zhanchang asked after a while.

\'Sister Jin said they\'re useful for convenience store publicity,\' Feng Yiping said vaguely. His parents didn\'t have much contact with publicity methods, and some of them probably couldn\'t understand them very well.

\'Did Teacher Zhu teach you all this?\' Mei Qiuping asked.

\'The basics, I learned from Teacher Zhu,\' Feng Yiping secretly praised himself for being well-prepared. If he hadn\'t studied with Teacher Zhu for that year in junior high school, it would be really hard to explain all this now.

\'Teacher Zhu and Teacher Wang have both been transferred to the county, right? When you go back, you should visit them sometime,\' Feng Zhenchang said.

\'You should. Just for the three years in junior high school, they were so responsible to Yiping, you should go visit,\' Mei Jianzhong said.

\'If Yiping were to sell, how much do you think they would pay?\' Mei Qiuping couldn\'t help but ask.