[Leslie Cheung] I'm in love with you

What is the sky like in the morning in Beijing?

There is no difference between Hong Kong and the United States.

But he just couldn't keep his eyes open.

Leslie Cheung ate the egg pancakes from Shen Guoliang's stall, and felt a sense of relief in his stomach, and drank pure soy milk in a daze, "Uncle, where are we going now?"

"Buying vegetables, are you sleepy?"

"...Here in Beijing, it's so early to buy vegetables?"

"People from the city, have you never seen a market in the early morning?" Shen Guoliang said with a smile, "Chunchun said that you are good at cooking, so I will let you pick and buy vegetables today."

Leslie Cheung was reminded by the word purchase, thinking of Shen Wanchun's father-daughter family activities that he would participate in during the holidays, "Is uncle the grocery store?"

"Well, eat quickly, this pocket is all yours. For the next two hours, you can't do without eating." Shen Guoliang kindly reminded that he spread out ten pancakes, and Xiao Zhang divided them into four.

Leslie Cheung was instinctively obedient, and burped after eating on the road. The thin pancakes were really delicious, but the spread was too big and the portion was not small.He tried his best to finish eating, and his body began to go limp.

Shen Guoliang quickly stopped the car, and people were coming and going in the brightly lit wholesale market in the night, and those who bought goods were already preparing to enter the market.

Good dishes come early!

Shen Guoliang urged to hurry up, and Leslie Cheung followed behind.The crowd is not too crowded, and the tricycles and carts are all placed in their respective positions with various fresh vegetables.Most of the vegetable farmers have dark skin and shout prices at the top of their voices to attract customers' attention.

Leslie Cheung walked in and found that the stalls seemed to be crowded and chaotic, but each stall had its own rules and order, and even the angles of placement were quite particular.Most of the clothes in the crowd were simple and casual, and his simple, everyday, light-colored clothes were a bit out of place.As the market became more and more lively, he even got confused twice and almost lost it.

Shen Guoliang patrolled with his hands behind his back. He usually buys vegetables with familiar vegetable farmers, and many of them here in Beijing are quite familiar.But considering all aspects, he still has to look at the freshness of the dishes more than acquaintances, so he always stops and looks more.The vegetable farmers know that they are big customers who are willing to spend money to buy vegetables, so they yell loudly and consciously keep some fresh ones.

He didn't pick vegetables in such a hurry, and walked around with his hands behind his back, but the vegetable farmer called him, "Boss, your worker has lost."

"what?"

Shen Guoliang didn't react, and turned his head to see Leslie Cheung waving in the crowd.He froze for a moment, waiting for Leslie Cheung to squeeze in front of him.

The two looked at each other, and Leslie Cheung laughed first, "Hahahaha, I haven't been to such a lively place for a long time, I just got confused."

After all the words were said, Shen Guoliang muttered in his heart, with an elder-like demeanor on his face, "Well, young people just want to read more. Don't just look at what's on the table, how long is it now, some people don't remember Where did the vegetables grow? You and Chunchun must be good boys together, but talking about wars on paper is not worth mentioning."

"Yes, yes, I must study hard today."

"Well, there will be more people in a while, so follow closely!"

Leslie Cheung promised sternly, and a few minutes later he was flanked by several workers who purchased the goods, and was shaken twice by other figures before his eyes, and Shen Guoliang's head met him from afar.

"Uncle! Uncle wait for me! Uncle!"

Shen Guoliang was tall and burly, and Leslie Cheung in the crowd wanted to attract attention, besides shouting, he also jumped up hard.But the vegetable farmer's cries are unique, and his cries also change with one high and one low, so naturally it is not so prominent.The people around saw him yelling loudly, like a seven or eight-year-old child looking for his parents, so let him be clean.

In fact, the road is not narrow, but the more you buy later, everyone has vegetables in their hands.Everyone will pay attention to it, sometimes in order not to be crowded, the person has to squeeze.

Of course, some people enthusiastically shouted for help, "Boss Shen, you are a worker!"

When the two reunited, Shen Guoliang asked in embarrassment and speechless, "You almost didn't hear me when you called me just now, why did you make such a loud noise in the back?"

"This," Leslie Cheung panted, raised his head and sang with a triumphant smile, "I used the secret of singing!"

Shen Guoliang, "..."

The person who helped shouting interjected, "Hey, I know this kind of thing, it's like singing folk songs in our hometown, just hey hey..."

Speaking of tune, the voice is melodious and bright.

Shen Guoliang, who hardly listened to music, was taken aback. His wife and children were artists, but he wasn't interested.Thinking that there will be another one coming later, Shen Guoliang frowned sadly, "You are such a big man, why are you being squeezed so casually?"

"I have experience, and I won't lose it later."

Leslie Cheung believed that he had just tried to paddle forward in the crowd, and if someone couldn't dodge him later, he would find a good angle to get in!There are only three things, and you will never fall behind!

He made a serious promise with Shen Guoliang, but Shen Guoliang was a little scared, after all, the person who came back with his daughter yesterday was simple but foreign.He had dug him up early in the morning, and now his head was sweating profusely and his hair was disheveled.Those who didn't know at first glance thought they were deliberately taking someone to vent their anger somewhere.

You can't ruin decades of fame!

Shen Guoliang picked out small green vegetables and asked the vegetable farmer to deliver them to him. He also borrowed the rope for tying the vegetables. He grabbed one end and threw the other over.

"..."

Is the tadpole looking for a mother?

Leslie Cheung felt it was very strange, but looking up at Shen Guoliang's frown and patience, he took it a little happily, "Okay."

The stupid method is also very good, the two of them pulled the rope and walked in tune, Leslie Cheung was finally able to stand by and watch Shen Guoliang bargain.

He just had no expression on his face, with a ferocious aura as if I knew the market and blackmailed me to be careful.

Leslie Cheung thought, no wonder the children had funny expressions when they went to the market with him.This difference is indeed a bit obvious.Estimating that the time was almost up, he turned his head and continued to listen to Shen Guoliang's bargaining situation, thinking that he would also steal his teacher and not let the teachers and wives chop him up when he was a water fish...

What about people?

Leslie Cheung walked forward and saw no one, he pulled the rope loosely, and pulled it a few more times... the other end of the rope also came to his palm.

Heck.

Leslie Cheung couldn't help chanting and rushed to the street, but he didn't dare to curse out, for fear that his uncle who was nearby would hear the misunderstanding.But the problem is, he has never seen such an irresponsible tadpole mother in the world!

You have lost your son-in-law three times!

Is this expressing dissatisfaction?

This time they were completely separated, Leslie Cheung asked two vegetable farmers, and they pointed the road and chased them, but they disappeared.In the end, he had no choice but to look around and go back to the car.

There was no one in the car.

Leslie Cheung grabbed the rope and stood at the corner of the intersection of the parking lot, squatting on the spot with sharp eyes to watch.

After waiting for a while, a tall figure appeared.

Leslie Cheung quickly turned around and ran to the other side, took a long way around and yelled, "Uncle? Uncle Shen?"

"where are you?"

"Uncle Shen? Uncle Shen?"

Shen Guoliang naturally heard it, and also heard that the voice was a little hoarse. He hurried over and saw Leslie Cheung running towards him holding the rope, "Uncle!"

"you,"

"Great Uncle, I thought I couldn't find you. I'm really sorry. I didn't expect to lose it again. Did you delay the purchase?" Leslie Cheung looked at Shen Guoliang's empty hand, and he blamed himself with a bitter face. .

Shen Guoliang swears, judging from his forty years of experience in watching street fights, this kid's play...is really good!

It was just right, not exaggerated, and made him feel a little guilty.

After all, he forgot the rope and gave this kid a chance by letting go.

Leslie Cheung doesn't care if he can do it or not, he has to act until the end. His words from the bottom of his heart moved him, and suggested that he squeeze in to help buy groceries?

Right now, both of them are sweating. Leslie Cheung felt that the pancakes were a bit full after eating in the morning, and he has digested a lot by now.But young people must be in a good state of mind.

Shen Guoliang didn't act with him, and pointed to the cart rolled out from behind, "I've bought everything, and they'll deliver some dishes to the store, so let's move them over."

A small cart of heavy potatoes and cabbages should be lifted carefully.

Leslie Cheung could not back down, he could only hang the rope around his neck, rolled up his sleeves and worked hard.It's just some dishes here, it's nothing, and he can still chat with him on the way back.

Until I got off the car, I carried nearly a hundred catties of potatoes through the back door of the food shop, and walked through a Chinese-style courtyard hundreds of meters away...

……

Shen Wanchun still did the training and went to the school to report, and even asked the professor to brush up the papers to make up the lessons.She hasn't been to school for too long, even the self-study society is different, so she follows the schedule like a normal student.

The school is very close to home. When she went back with her schoolbag at noon, she saw someone washing fruit at the washing table in the yard.

The washing table was tailored according to Shen Guoliang's height, so he had to raise his arms to wash the fruit. He turned his head when he heard the sound, and smiled with a numb and indifferent face as if he was busy with work.

Leslie Cheung couldn't hold back, and blinked coquettishly, "Little friend."

The clothes are dirty, the face is haggard, the hair is messy and beautiful, and the sweat is sliding down the cheeks, not to mention how miserable it is!

Shen Wanchun understood, she was shocked, "Did my dad hit you?"

"What did you say!"

Shen Guoliang was disgusted at first by being coquettish, and then he heard that his daughter was biased, so he hurriedly stood up, "When did I beat someone!"

Shen Wanchun wasn't afraid, "Dad, even when you watch TV, you think actors need to be good-looking. Rongrong is still a singer, and there will be a concert next month! How can you torture people with rough work!"

Don't sing with me!

Shen Guoliang's face was smeared, and Leslie Cheung wiped his sweat pretendingly and said, "No, we just go shopping in the morning and come back to cook. I'm not very skilled."

"Nonsense, you are so good at cooking! Tell me, what are you doing!"

Leslie Cheung carefully looked at Shen Guoliang's face, hesitating and dare not say, "Just, just..."

Shen Wanchun suppressed the corner of her mouth and frowned, "Say."

Shen Guoliang: Fuck.

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The author has something to say:

The title should actually be called this play.

I may be perverted, I think Dad and Rongrong... are very sweet

After all, they will get along a lot in the future