It’s a Bit Early To Cross

Ni Yinghong chopped bricks for a while, and couldn't help but took out the telegram again and looked at it secretly. A smile spread on her pretty face unconsciously, and her mind was gradually filled with the tall figure.

"It can really ruin money." She raised her mouth and muttered, seeing the folds on the paper, she stretched out her jade-like fingers in distress, gently smoothing the creases on the letter paper, and murmured with crooked eyebrows: " very nice."

After a while, she suddenly got up, ran into the house with small steps "dengdengdeng", dug out her suitcase, found a book, and cherished the letter and put it in it, reluctant to let it go. Feel a little wronged.

"Yinghong, what about your gaha stuff?"

At this time, Ni Yinghong's cousin came over. The girl was a typical northern girl, tall and tall, with fair skin, three-dimensional features, and a hearty temperament. She saw that the girl was playing with something mysteriously, and she was curious. came up.

"Nothing!" How dare Ni Yinghong let her see this shameful love letter, and stuffed the book back into the box like a baby.

"You sneaky girl, you must have done nothing good!" The cousin narrowed her eyes, looked at the girl thoughtfully, and suddenly her eyes lit up: "Hey, you are hiding a letter from the family, right? ?"

She heard the postman come looking for her cousin just now, and after synthesizing the girl's performance at this time, she could guess that it was inseparable.

And she is also very sure that this letter must not be very serious, or else it would not be so hidden and tucked.

"Hee hee, I won't tell you." Ni Yinghong suddenly panicked, hurriedly stuffed the box under the table, got up and pushed her cousin out.

At the same time, she was still thinking about whether to send a telegram back to the man, admonishing him not to waste any more money.

But after thinking about it, she began to hesitate again.

She knows too much about that prodigal thing at home, and with that rushing energy, if she gives a word back, she is sure to send a lot of nonsense, and then it will be a lot of money!

But she had a lot of love in her heart that she wanted to tell the man, and she also wanted to use telegrams to convey her lovesickness.

If she didn't answer a word, she really couldn't hold back, and couldn't do it.

Then... go back?

The girl was still hesitating.

In their wild thoughts, the sisters returned to the kitchen, laughing and making trouble while carefully serving the chicken soup on the stove.

Looking at the restless cousin, she became more curious about the letter she hid, but she couldn't help but worry if they didn't show it to her.

at the same time.

A certain prostitute who is worried about his daughter-in-law is also thinking about his daughter-in-law.

Today's Sijiucheng is as hot as usual, and Zhizhi is also screaming to death.

Chu Heng licked the popsicle listlessly, staring blankly at the empty seat opposite, thinking of the happy life of eating ice cream after eating popsicles.

On the fifth day of Miss Ni's absence, I miss her...

"Quack, quack..."

This fellow took a bite of the popsicle, in order to reduce the anger in his heart.

"Clap clap clap."

At this moment, there was a sound of footsteps, and Lian Qing ran in, also holding a popsicle in his hand, licking it happily.

"Ziliu, brother, come here, an old man, Ziliu, said he was your friend, his name is Yan Heze."

Chu Heng was surprised. This old man usually hides when he sees him. Why did he bring it to the door by himself today?

He thought about it and said, "Then let him come over."

"Alas." Lian Qing wiped his body and ran away again.

Not long after, he brought old man Yan to the office.

Chu Heng raised his eyes and looked at him. He almost didn't recognize him. This old man used to dress himself up like a big quail in estrus. He wanted to plant two flowers for himself.

Now it can't be done, with a tattered shirt, no better than a beggar, and the iconic oil head, there are not a few hairs left at this moment.

The real thing is thirty years of Hedong, thirty years of Hexi!

But you don't look so down, the old man's etiquette is still comprehensive.

After Yan Muze entered the house, he placed the two bottles of Erguotou on the table as a welcome ceremony, and cupped his hands with a haggard face: "Master Chu, you came to the door rashly and disturbed you."

"You're welcome." Chu Heng waved at Lian Qing and told him to get out of the way. After thinking about it, he pulled out a glass from under the table, then picked up the large enamel jar he drank on the table and poured tea while saying, "Sit down quickly. Well, my conditions are limited, don't dislike it."

"Don't dare, don't dare." Yan Muze sat cautiously across from him, took the warm tea with both hands, but didn't drink it, just kept smirking: "I haven't seen you for a long time, Master Chu is even better."

"You took it." Chu Heng handed over to him, too lazy to grumble with him, and asked bluntly, "Yan Ye, are you here today for something?"

"I have something to ask you." Yan Muze pursed his lips, glanced cautiously at the innocent looking handsome boy across from him, hesitated and said, "Well, I want to get some food from you..."

"Master Yan! I don't understand what you're talking about!" Chu Heng's face suddenly turned cold, the limelight was so tight outside, how could he dare to touch the grain business again, this old man Yan is a little too ignorant~www.readwn. com~ even came to the door.

Do you really think his gun is made of mud?

Yan Muze had expected Chu Heng's reaction, but he was still in a panic, hurriedly cupped his hands, and said with a bitter face: "Master Chu, I also know that I'm taboo, but I can't do anything about it, and now I'll give half of my ration to my family. , it's hard to even fill the stomach, my little grandson is hungry at home, please give me a way to survive."

"Snapped!"

Chu Heng slapped May Fourth on the table with a bang.

Don't look at this fellow who usually helps this and that, but he is definitely not a virgin or a saint.

You see that the people he has helped are either relatives or friends, or there are other unavoidable reasons, and none of them are for nothing.

He is not related to this Yan Muze, and it can even be said that he still has a little grudge. Why should he help the old man?

There are many people who can't eat and starve to death. Can he help?

Besides, Yan Muze is not a good person in itself. If he helped him and sold Chu Heng again, where would you let him make sense?

When the time comes, I can't find a way to cry!

It's better to be cautious when it comes to your own safety.

Looking at the dark muzzle, Yan Muze's legs trembled, but when he thought of the situation at home, he could only bite the bullet and continue: "Master Chu, I know that I have done something wrong before, you are magnanimous and help me. Will it work this time? You can say whatever you want, I will never be vague!"

Chu Heng was unmoved, glanced at the old man coldly, picked up the pistol on the table, and said with a smile: "Master Yan, this gun of mine is certified, anyone who wants to endanger the safety of the grain store. Man, I can crush him!"