Marry a Rich Old Man

An Wuyang carefully took the four dollars given by Huo Yunchuan, carefully wrapped the two coins with two banknotes, showed a happy smile, and said nostalgicly: "Seeing the one dollar coin reminds me of the time when I dragged it. What about you?"

Mr. Huo hurriedly recalled, no, when did he drag himself out: "..."

After thinking about it, he only thought of that time at the door of the Lafayette Hotel... Accidentally stepped on an unharmed dollar?

If yes, Huo Yunchuan was speechless.

At that time, it was not him, but the other party who was dragging him. Not only did he call himself 'Mr. Louis XIII', but he also gave himself a bunch of supercilious looks.

However, Papa Huo pursed his lips and silently recited the old blame.

"Feel sorry."

An Wuyang said: "Why are you so polite?" He himself didn't care about it: "You don't know, I thought you were handsome the first time I saw you, hehe, to be honest..." He said seriously: "... …If you hadn't been the one washing your hands next door to me, I probably wouldn't have asked for help."

Boss Huo who is not boastful: "..."

My heart suddenly felt a little agitated and excited.

Little angel: "Well, you don't know, I think you are good everywhere, you are too good, it is impossible for me to be really liked by you."

That's how I felt at the time.

Including now sometimes when I think about it, I feel a little apprehensive, afraid that such an excellent object will be snatched away by better 'little fairies'.

"Don't think about it." Mr. Huo, who was deluded by the little angel, was sweet at first, then painful, and immediately hugged the other person to his lap, and the love for him was self-evident.

Little angel: "Afterwards, I thought about it, we are probably just bastards looking at mung beans, right?" Then he agreed with himself and came to the conclusion: "Yes, it should be so."

Huo's father tried his best to hold back his curiosity, not to think about who is bastard and who is mung bean: "Well..." He could only answer vaguely, otherwise he could refute.

An Wuyang was tired from traveling, and at eleven o'clock, he yawned and wanted to sleep.

Huo Yunchuan hugged him all the time, chatting one after another.

Sometimes we talk about the topic of boiled water that little angels prefer, and sometimes we talk about short stories related to history.

Through these short stories, Huo's father breaks apart and crushes his own point of view, instills knowledge and expands the mind of the little angel in an unobjective manner.

It is not difficult to imagine that after a few years, there will be many shadows of Huo Yunchuan in An Wuyang.

Thinking about it carefully, this is the cultivation in the legend, right?

At noon the next day, they were again faced with the most vexing question when traveling, that is, what to eat for lunch?Where to eat?

Everyone knows that when traveling in non-first-tier cities, the quality of accommodation, meals and transportation will definitely decline.

For An Wuyang, who is used to being ordinary, there must be no problem.

However, the CEO who was born with a golden spoon in his mouth is very picky, and he keeps disliking this hotel and that restaurant. When he makes a decision, the meal time is almost over.

An Wuyang was so hungry that he ate it seriously as soon as the food came.

It is said that when you are full, you think about lust, and after An Wuyang is full, he starts thinking about the four dollars in his pocket.

He glanced at Papa Huo who was still eating, and said in a low voice, "Well, shall I go to the bathroom?"

Huo Yunchuan stopped eating, looked back at the direction leading to the bathroom, and seriously calculated the possibility of getting lost safely.

I found that there are waiters along the way, and there are not many customers.

"Go ahead and be careful yourself."

An Wuyang was overjoyed when he didn't hear the words "I'll go with you", and he tried to endure for a long time before showing any flaws: "Okay!"

In the direction leading to the washroom, there is a side door, and the guests will leave from here after paying the bill.

An Wuyang went out through the side door.

The place where they traveled was a small city, and there were small shops everywhere on the street, and naturally there were also places to buy lottery tickets.

An Wuyang soon saw a small facade, walked up it hesitantly, held the four yuan he asked for from Huo Yunchuan, and stared blindly at the door.

Boss: "Boy, buy a lottery ticket?"

An Wuyang: "Can I buy two notes?"

Two minutes later, An Wuyang held the small ticket typed out by the boss, and looked at it very curiously.

It turns out that the lottery ticket looks like this.

He put it away hopefully.

Cross a road, walk to the eating place across the way, pretend to go to the bathroom, and now come back.

Huo Yunchuan who was sitting opposite did not doubt that he was there, but was a little worried: "Are you really not going to eat any more?"

An Wuyang shook his head: "I'm really full."

The bowl of rice just now, in order to have a chance to go out for a walk after eating it early, An Wuyang ate it very quickly, and now I am really feeling a little overwhelmed...

However, it didn't affect An Wuyang's happy mood.

He carried two lottery tickets in his pocket, as if carrying a huge sum of 500 million.

Although the chance of winning the lottery is very small, one must have ideals in life, otherwise it is no different from a salted fish.

An Wuyang continued to walk with Papa Huo in the afternoon, walking around and listening to stories he had never heard before.

It's great to be able to learn about history and culture through stories, but also get to know men you admire through the process of oral history.

Two lottery tickets + Papa Huo's charming voice finally made An Wuyang feel the joy of the holiday.

... If it wasn't for the reappearance of the spring rope.

"There are so many people in this place." Papa Huo looked at the crowd of people calmly, took out the baby walking artifact, and clasped An Wuyang's hand: "Today is the last stop, obediently."

After reading this, he can take the children back.

An Wuyang refused at first: "..."

But he suddenly remembered that today is Thursday, which seems to be the day of the lottery draw!

In any case, people who secretly do bad things are bound to have a guilty conscience.

"Okay." An Wuyang gladly accepted the spring rope that seemed to be mentally handicapped, and obediently was dragged by the object for a day.

The lottery is drawn every Tuesday, Thursday and Sunday at 21:35 in the evening.

On the last day of the trip, when I returned to the hotel at night, it was only about 5 minutes before the time of the lottery.

An Wuyang hugged his mobile phone, hid on the toilet in the bathroom, and carefully checked the words while holding the small ticket.

At this time, he is like a scientist who is serious about research, concentrating on it, and his eyes are shining brightly.

"02, 14, 19..."

After 2 minutes, he put down his phone angrily, stood up and threw the receipt into the toilet, and pressed the flush button hard.

Think about kicking the toilet again.

Mr. Huo watched this scene silently through the transparent glass wall, so cute that he got internal injuries...

"Hmph... four dollars wasted for nothing." An Wuyang sat down on the toilet after flushing the water, feeling sorry for the four dollars that had no value, and at the same time reminded himself that the ideal of getting rich overnight is unrealistic , I will never buy lottery tickets again.

An Wuyang thought like this, freed his mind from the lottery ticket, then looked around, and suddenly saw the guy sitting on the bed: "Huh?"

This wall is so interesting that you can see outside?

After thinking about it seriously, the young man suddenly blushed, relying on...

Shame, shame, shame!

Until the next morning, when he was flying home, once he saw Huo Yunchuan's playful eyes, An Wuyang's face was still burning hot.

The hypocritical man who pretended he didn't see anything last night finally couldn't help asking: "When did you carry the lottery ticket I bought?"

An Wuyang leaned his head against the seat, covered his face with his palms outstretched in despair, and said in a low voice, "Wednesday noon, it's time to go to the bathroom."

Huo Yunchuan held back his laughter, and coughed lightly with his fist on his lips: "And then?"

"What and then, of course I didn't win." Thinking of the four dollars, it would hurt to breathe, and he picked up the pillow beside him and buried his face in depression: "I won't buy lottery tickets in the future, it is impossible to get rich overnight. It’s a fluke that’s addictive.”

Then two yuan and two yuan add up to a lot, and a large sum of money is lost invisibly.

"Well, it makes sense." Huo Yunchuan's heart trembled at the cuteness of the penitent little angel next door, and he kept recalling the scene of him kicking the toilet in his mind.

The trip ended on the day before the long vacation, and I returned home safe and sound and had a good night's sleep.

On the afternoon of the first day before school, I went back to Huo's house with Huo Yunchuan, and took home Huo Xiaoan, who had been away for many days.

Once the long holiday is over, it heralds the coming of late autumn, and we will soon welcome the change of cold weather.

Dun Dun was told by his grandma to change into thicker long sleeves for daily wear.

Aunt Zhang sorted Dun Dun's clothes from birth to the present, and there were as many as two big bags.

"Ailments," she asked the young man who had just finished his homework and came out to have fun: "Look, what do you do with Dun Dun's clothes?"

Children look different every day, and they will definitely not be able to wear the clothes they used to wear in the future.

Let's put it at home, it takes up space, so it's a pity to throw it away.

An Wuyang looked at the pile of little clothes and fell into deep thought. One thought: Children grow up so fast; the other thought: If the clothes are wasted, how about giving Dun Dun a younger brother?

This terrible thought flashed by, and he shook his head and left it behind.

"Aunt Zhang, put it aside for now, let me think about it later."

When Huo Yunchuan came back from the outside, he saw two big bags piled up in the living room, and found that they were Dun Dun's old clothes, so he carried them downstairs silently and put them in the trunk of the car.

The second went to school safely, he drove out, turned to Huo's house by the way, and put down his clothes.

Mrs. Huo: "What?"

Huo Yunchuan: "Dun Dun's old clothes."

His mother looked surprised: "Then why did you bring it back?" A lady from a wealthy family has no habit of keeping old clothes, but this is Ai Sun's stuff, and she is still willing to tidy it up.

"It's a pity to throw it away, let's see if it can be used in the future." Huo Yunchuan said lightly, drawing a tempting pie.

Mrs. Huo's heart was about to jump out, she pinched Dun Dun's underpants and asked, "What do you mean?"

Huo Yunchuan didn't answer, and said goodbye with a dead look, "I'm going back, I'll bring them back on the weekend." Then he left.

"Tsk, I really don't know who I look like..." Mrs. Huo complained, but she was still happy in her heart, looking through Dun Dun's old clothes non-stop.