Walking with the Villain, Lou Xiao'e's Alternative Love

Lou Xiao'e smiled helplessly on the surface.

But my heart felt as sweet as if I had eaten honey.

It's like finding a treasure to have such a cute, smart and sweet-mouthed nephew for free.

Every time Zhu Zirui saw his son, Lou Xiao'e and Xu Damao, they were as close as a family.

I felt like I was being scratched by a cat, and several times I almost couldn't help but rush to the police station to change Zhu's last name.

"Zhu Gaogao, I'm warning you, if you don't come home, your mother and I will really not want you anymore.

Don’t call me Zhu Hao anymore.

Just ask Xu Gaogao or Lou Gaogao to do it."

Zhu Gaogao blinked his eyes and counted with his little fingers.

Unhappily, he retorted: “I want Chen to tell you.

Oh, by the way, change your sister’s name to Chen Huohuo.”

As soon as these words came out, Zhu Zirui was almost angry to death.

He rolled his eyes and said, "Go away, get out of the way.

Call me whatever you want, but don't set your sights on your sister.

By the way, I can’t give birth to you in vain.

You don't have to go home, but you have to pay child support to me and your mother.

Ten dollars a month.

Do you plan to give it monthly or annually?

How could Zhu Gaogao understand his father's thoughts?

He is only thinking about his own little plans.

He agreed with an indifferent look on his face.

"Okay, I'll pay child support from now on.

Just give it once a month.

Anyway, I have to go home to see my sister every month.

It's just right to send them back together.

Also, I give my sister five yuan for milk powder every month.

We agreed that you have to save it for your sister.

Don’t embezzle it against your conscience.”

This is so weird.

The parents asked their young son for child support.

Simply unheard of.

But Xiao Zhu Gaogao didn't refute at all.

He agreed without hesitation.

He also took the initiative to give his sister five yuan for milk powder.

Lou Xiao'e was listening to this, feeling confused and wanting to shout out, "Family members, who understands?"

Zhu Zirui's original intention was to make things difficult for Zhu Gaogao.

So that he will give up.

Just go home with me obediently.

Who knew that the little brat would agree so readily.

Zhu Zirui's eyes widened immediately, and he asked suspiciously, "No, where did you get the money?

Just agree to it.

Let me tell you, I don't want any blank checks or IOUs.

You can’t ask your aunt or uncle for it.

You are not allowed to borrow from your brother Chen.

Don’t let me get a bunch of foreign debts back then, I won’t acknowledge them.”

Zhu Gaogao raised his childish little face high.

He said proudly, “I won’t be in debt.

I have money.

All the money was earned by following Brother Chen.

Brother Chen said, even if you are paralyzed.

I can’t support my family anymore.

My money is enough for my family to live comfortably for the rest of their lives."

Xu Shaochen listened nearby, coughed twice awkwardly, and hurriedly explained: "Uncle, please don't misunderstand.

I don't mean to curse you.

I just want to tell Gao Gao that I will not treat him badly and will help him make a lot of money, that's all."

How could Zhu Zirui not know what was going on in Xu Shaochen's mind?

But what can we do?

Go ahead and hit me, I can’t bear to do it.

Go ahead and scold him, but sometimes you really can't beat this kid.

As long as you scold him, Xu Shaochen will talk to you about a lot of reasons.

Not to mention himself, even the extremely shrewd Lou Xiao'e and Xu Damao were often dizzy with anger at this unfilial son.

Well, just bear with it.

At least there is still child support to be received.

Just think of it as the son fulfilling his filial piety in advance.

As the wheel of time rolls forward.

In the blink of an eye, people entered the year 1990.

At this time, turn your eyes to the city again, "Wow", the scene is simply astonishing.

Although it is still quite far away from the modern metropolis where Lou Xiao'e lived before she traveled through time.

But compared with the city of 1961.

That's a world of difference.

As if overnight.

The city has undergone a magnificent transformation.

The streets and alleys are filled with a brand new atmosphere.

One can't help but sigh at the magical carving knife of time.

How exactly was such an amazing appearance carved out so silently?

In Tiananmen Square, the crowds surged like a tide.

The tourists are like a group of curious little bees.

Some held up cameras and took pictures of everything around them.

It seems as if the entire city's scenery can be captured in that small lens.

Some looked up at the majestic city walls, their eyes filled with awe for the history.

It seemed that between the cracks in the ancient bricks, he saw infinite possibilities for the future, and longing flickered in the depths of his eyes.

Not far away, the Daihatsu vans from Tianjin looked like a group of hardworking little ants.

Keep shuttling back and forth on the streets.

These are the "bosses" in Beijing's taxi industry.

Their "stomachs" are either filled with excited, chattering tourists.

We are rushing to various famous scenic spots to check in.

Or it carries office workers or travelers who are eager to go home.

Rushing towards that warm home.

Every night, it slowly falls like a huge piece of black silk.

The headlights of these vans lit up one after another.

Like stars flowing in the night sky.

The city’s roads are illuminated brightly, as if guiding the direction of the city.

Before I knew it, the towering gate of the Forbidden City appeared before my eyes.

Looking up, the towering palace walls seemed to reach into the sky.

It makes people feel awe.

An indescribable feeling welled up in my heart.

This ancient palace is like a silent historical giant.

Witnessed the rise and fall of countless dynasties.

It's like a big drama is being performed in front of it.

And it silently carries the dreams and hopes of countless people throughout the ages.

Those dreams are like stars, embedded deep in its memory.

Stepping into the Forbidden City is like stepping into a time tunnel and instantly returning to that prosperous yet mysterious era.

Every corner of the Forbidden City is filled with a rich and indelible historical atmosphere.

The exquisite carved beams and painted buildings seem to be telling of the superb skills and endless ingenuity of the ancient craftsmen.

Those precious cultural relics are like small windows into history.

Through them, people can see the endless flow of time.

Here, time seems to have stopped, and every step is like stepping on the strings of history.

Play a melodious and profound music.

It is so intoxicating that one loses the way back.

However, when you step out of the heavy gate of the Forbidden City.

When you are back in the bustling and noisy streets.

The breath of a modern city is overwhelming.

It suddenly brings people back to reality.

There are busy traffic, tall buildings and flashing neon lights.

Everything reflects the rapid changes in this city.

Just like a fashion expert who constantly changes her makeup, she is always full of freshness and vitality.

Beijing in 1990 was such a wonderful place.

Contradiction and harmony are perfectly integrated here.

The ancient and the modern collide to create brilliant sparks.

Traditional elements are like pearls, scattered in every corner of the city, shining brightly and unforgettable.

The development of the city is like a high-speed train, roaring forward and constantly meeting new challenges and opportunities.