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The girl smiled brightly, and Yan He couldn't help laughing too: "That's pretty good."

"Yes, yes."

This era is bitter and simple.

Knowing that they didn't quarrel, Yan Hui was relieved, and went to the village committee's Nashun newspaper every day to read.

It was just that someone asked her about her brother on the way, whether he was married, what job he had, how old he was...

"My brother has a date."

Yan Hui talked nonsense to everyone.

She really didn't want to be a matchmaker.

"Hey... that's a pity."

The woman and her daughter both showed the same disappointed expression. After all, brother Yan Hui is really good-looking, and he is from the city, who wouldn't like it.

Wu Meili likes it too.

She has one or two ambiguous partners now, but how do they compare with Brother Yan Hui.

That looks like a man of good background.

It was her dream object.

For him, she was even willing to endure Yan Hui.

When Yan Hui came to the school, he was suddenly offered an egg by Wu Meili's kindness, "I heard that you praised our educated youth yesterday, and we are not people who don't know good and bad, so I will give you this egg." , thank you for your kind words yesterday."

The egg lay quietly in Wu Meili's palm, and Yan Hui always felt that she had malicious intentions: "Thank you, no need, I ate a lot for breakfast today, and I'm already full. It's not good to waste food anymore. It's time for class. Sorry, I'll go first."

"Yan Zhiqing is really polite."

An educated youth couldn't help but said.

He suddenly discovered Yan Hui's goodness. When she scolded you, she wanted to poke your heart, but she seemed to be doing her business in a very orderly manner, not causing any trouble, and was very polite. .

It's nice to be polite.

Wu Meili's lips twitched, unable to refute anything, took back the egg given to her by the ambiguous partner, and planned to find a way to meet her brother later: "Let's all go to class."

Everyone dispersed, only Zhang Riqing frowned. Yan Hui didn't have an older brother, especially such a handsome older brother, but it was a lie to say that the two were not related by blood, and that they couldn't say it as an outsider.

The two of them together look really good.

The handsome men and the beautiful women look like a family at first glance.

But who is that person?
Yan Xue should have received his letter. I don't know what reaction she will have. When she sends a letter next time, he must ask her if she has such a handsome brother.

Yan Xue did receive the letter, not only that, she was also furious, Zhang Riqing dared to threaten her, and why did Yan Hui live so well! ! ! ! !
Didn't she go to the country?

She should be a native girl.

Why is she still going to contribute, can't she stay in the countryside and work in peace? ! ! !
Yan Xue was about to blow up. When she was eating at noon, she looked at the clear soup on the table and said mockingly: "The adopted daughter you brought home is really very capable. In the countryside, she only received 30 yuan for the manuscript fee. People eat delicious food and drink spicy food, so I don’t care about you.”

Yan Xue's mother was stunned: "The manuscript fee is 30 yuan, how do you know?"

"I just know, why don't you care about this, why don't you hurry up and ask her to pay." Yan Xue was annoyed when she saw these dishes: "Can I have some meat? Our family is very poor. I search and search all day long. Yes, my mouth is going to fade out like a bird."

"Your brother wants to buy a bicycle."

Yan Xue's mother said.

"He can buy whatever he wants. Why don't you buy me that 12 yuan coat in the mall? You guys are too partial."

Yan Xue threw her chopsticks and said angrily: "I'm working hard now, and I only get 18 yuan a month. You want 12 yuan, and you still give me such bad food. Treat me as Yan Hui, her trash If you can compare with me, I don’t care, give me [-] yuan, and I want to buy a coat.”

Yan Xue's mother is used to pampering her, so she could only coax her: "Mom's salary hasn't been paid yet, and she hasn't saved enough cloth tickets, how about some time?"

"not good!!!"

Yan Xue refused: "Go and send a telegram now, and ask Yan Hui, that trash, to send money back. She has 30 yuan, so asking her to send 25 yuan is not too much."

"Telegrams cost ten cents a word."

Yan Xue's mother was a little bit reluctant.

She was planning to write to ask for money, otherwise she felt like Yan Hui's unscrupulous character, she must have pretended not to understand.

"I don't care, I want to buy clothes, you give me 12 yuan, hurry up." Yan Xue began to swear.

Her mother had no choice but to say, "Okay, okay, mom will ask for it."

The two men in the family said nothing.

Anyway, it's none of your business.

Mom can always ask for money when the time comes, and they can make a profit.

Yan Xue's mother went to send a telegram to Yan Hui.

The address and name are also billed, and a telegram costs two yuan, which makes her feel bad.

Soon, Yan Hui received the telegram.

She smiled.

Zhang Riqing is really a lackey.

As soon as the telegram was torn up, it was directly thrown into the fire and burned. Yan Hui only sent money because she had a brain.

In this life, hehe.

Yan Hui put this matter aside, and Yan He also planned to go back after buying a lot of food and drink for Yan Hui, "Hui Hui, I will bring my parents next time."

"Okay, that, this is a gift for you, it may not be so suitable, and it may not be expensive, I hope you don't dislike it." This is a good fabric that Yan Hui asked Mu Yuan to buy, and went to the captain's house to borrow a sewing machine to make it Lenin suit, and two shirts.

Lenin pretended to Yan He.

shirts for parents.

In addition, Yan Hui also bought some bacon, and bought two catties of beef, made beef sauce for them, and some nuts, and there was also a bag of specialty products.

"So much, how much did you spend?"

Yan He was stunned, and worried: "Do you still have any money?"

"Yes, don't worry, my manuscript has been sent out, and there will be a manuscript fee. Besides, I won't be hungry."

Yan Hui stood on tiptoe with his hands behind his back, lowered his head and said awkwardly: "Say hello to them for me, and I hope you have a good journey."

Seeing that she was so cute, Yan He twitched the corners of his mouth and rubbed her hair: "Good boy, don't be stressed. Live well, and if you encounter difficulties, you must tell your family, you know?"

"Yeah." Yan Hui nodded obediently.

Yan He knew that she didn't take it seriously: "I'm leaving, goodbye."

"Bye-Bye."

Yan Hui waved to him and watched him leave, feeling a little melancholy for some reason.

A snap of fingers appeared in front of him.

"Back to the soul."

This was naturally said by Mu Yuan, who is a stinky fart.

Yan Hui gave him a blank stare: "Speaking of which, what have you and my brother talked about every night for the past five days?"

She couldn't figure it out, what was there to talk about about tractors, it didn't count if she talked at night, and when her brother went to buy something for her, he also took Mu Yuan together, and the two of them never stopped talking.

Forget about Mu Yuan.

He can chat with anyone, and if he doesn't dislike him, Barabara can talk a lot.

But her brother belongs to the high-cold male god.

Why did Mu Yuan suddenly collapse?