child prodigy at eighty

"I promise you." Gu Weifeng said shyly.

"I'm in junior high school, so you need to worry about taking a shower?"

It's not that Gu Weifeng has to worry about it. The first day he boiled the bath water by himself and almost burned the kitchen. There is no one in the world worse than him.

Bathing has become a problem again, what should I do?He said that he refused to go to the big bathhouse to order dumplings!

Song Xiaosan insisted on boiling the bath water by himself for three days, and every time the smoke billowed, making people think it was on fire again. Even the children who came to the calligraphy class secretly laughed at him, and Song Xiaosan's reputation of being useless spread like this.

But he hasn't bathed for three days, Song Shiyu feels itchy all over his body, he must be infected with lice, for sure!

Thinking of this, he couldn't bear it, he had seen that thing on their classmates, it was crawling on the hair, it was so disgusting that he almost spit out the overnight meal, he couldn't imagine that he was covered in lice look.

can not stand!

Although it is already spring, the temperature is only thirteen degrees. Except that there is no wind in the house, the temperature is no different from the outside. It is not cold, but it is not warm.

Song Xiaosan stared at the unheated bath water that had just been pumped out of the well, and stretched out his hand to try it, um, it was still a little warm, so he probably wouldn't freeze to death.

He quickly took off his clothes and jumped into the bathtub, thinking that it would be good to take a battle bath, but when he entered, he rushed out. This temperature is the rhythm of seeking illness, there is no way to wash it! ! !

Song Shiyu shrugged and put his clothes back on, with a face full of tears.He loves to be clean, but he doesn't like to be sick even more. He hates to be sick from the bottom of his heart. Although he was not particularly strong since he was a child, he definitely has the least number of illnesses in his family. The reason is that he tried every means to take care of himself and avoid getting sick.

Maybe he was a sick child in his previous life and was afraid of getting sick, so he cherishes his healthy body very much in this life.

He stared at the cold water in the basin with an expression on his face, and the wailing in his heart had already pierced the sky, and he couldn't take a bath again today.

"It's time to take a shower." Gu Weifeng appeared at the door at some point.

"Why are you here? You don't need to look at the warehouse?" Song Shiyu was overjoyed at first, then frowned.

"I thought about it for a while and it wouldn't be a problem to go away for an hour." He brought in the buckets of hot water, changed them one by one, and then tested the water temperature, "Okay, let's wash. "

Song Shiyu, Song Shiyu felt that he must have been moved, otherwise why would his heart be soft, and he wanted to laugh very, very much.

He didn't know what to be moved by a bath water, but he was moved by this hour dedicated to boiling water for himself, "Gu Weifeng, you are my best best friend, there is no one."

Gu Weifeng smiled, and pulled his dog's head with one free hand: "Understood, wash it off quickly, it will be cold in a while."

Now the room is hot, and the water is also hot, Song Xiaosan finally took a hot bath to his heart's content, and reconfirmed that there are no lice on his body, really not.

Spring always comes and goes quickly, it seems that the sky becomes hot in the blink of an eye, and the single clothes on the body can no longer be worn, and everyone wears vests and shorts on the upper body, sitting under the big tree for most of the day, cool.

Many old women are also sitting in big sweatshirts and shorts, twisting hemp rope or wearing shoe soles in their hands, and the sound of talking and laughing can be heard far away, very leisurely and at ease.

Song Shiyu walked under the big tree in a snow-white shirt with a loose fit, his face was expressionless and he didn't look sideways, um, don't look at evil.

He felt ashamed for them.

The more Song Xiaosan was like this, the more the uncles and aunts downstairs were willing to tease him, and everyone had to call him twice, jokingly ask him if he was hot.Song Xiaosan is definitely a polite and good boy in front of outsiders, so he must stand still and answer, so that he will inevitably see their arms and legs exposed, the key is not to show them at all!There was an old woman who thought it was too hot, so she deliberately raised her trouser legs up, exposing most of her legs, and Song Shiyu had a staid temper, which was embarrassing, she had nowhere to look, and immediately blushed and frowned, little It's as funny as it looks.

He knew they were teasing him, but what could he do?I can't help but go home, this is the downstairs of his house.

After hurriedly saying hello, Tao went home, and he decided to go home later.

As soon as I entered the door, I saw his mother trying on clothes in the room.

"How about it, can I watch it?" Liu Erhua asked uncomfortably.

"It's pretty, it's really pretty." Song Shifeng boasted at the side without saying a word: "Mom, these are skirts from the provincial capital, and there are only a few of them in total, so I'll grab one for you and go out to make sure they envy you to death."

"Really?" Liu Erhua touched the hem of the skirt unconsciously, looked left and right in front of the dressing mirror, "This skirt is not suitable for my age."

"How could it be! Mom, you are dressed just right, this yellow suits you well, ten years younger!"

"San'er, what do you think? Does it look good?" Liu Erhua asked naturally after being flattered by her son.

"It's too short." Song Xiaosan's words were harsh, and his eyebrows were wrinkled together.

"What's short, just show your calves. This is the most fashionable style this year. It's from the provincial capital. You really don't know much about it." Song Lao Er criticized him, then turned to his mother and said: " Mom, don't listen to Xiaosan, he is just a little old-fashioned, he should live in the old days, look at him wearing long sleeves in such a hot day, he is sick."

"Clothes that don't cover your body are ugly." Song Xiaosan insisted on his point of view, "In ancient times, the Yellow Emperor ruled the world by hanging his clothes. Wearing clothes is a virtue, education, and a symbol of civilization. If it's just for coolness, wouldn't it be cooler not to wear it? Why do you still wear clothes? Naked, how cool."

"Don't drop your book bags here. If you have the ability, you can make everyone wear long clothes and trousers like you. It's best to wear the long robes and jackets in the play, so that you can fulfill your wish." Song Shifeng rolled his eyes, "Mom , you can't listen to him about this matter, if you don't believe me, you can ask Dad, Dad will definitely say it looks good."

On the side was Song's father who fully supported his second son this time, his eyes were full of amazing smiles, "My child, you are almost as good as the female stars in movies, and you look good in your clothes."

"Mom, it's pretty, but it's pretty, just like flowers." Xiaosi also has his own aesthetics, this time he doesn't talk to the third brother, but even touches it with his hands, as if he also dresses and dresses himself.

Liu Erhua was immediately elated, and the old man said yes, so it must be good, and she was so beautiful immediately.As for the third son, it is automatically ignored.

To be honest, Song Shifeng has a good eye, and the dress he picked for his mother is generous and dignified. Wearing it makes him look different. Let's put it this way, he changed from an aunt to a big sister all of a sudden.

But Song Shiyu just couldn't see it, why are men and women in this world so bold and unrestrained?Fortunately, they don't sell the clothes, otherwise he would vomit to death.

"By the way, San'er, do you know where this skirt came from?"

"Didn't you say the provincial capital?"

"Of course it's in the provincial capital, but how can I have the time to go? Well, I got it from Gu Weifeng!" Song Laoer said meanly.

"Impossible, we didn't get into the skirt!" Is there anything he doesn't know better than him, and still wants to deceive him?no way!

"If you don't believe me, you can ask Gu Weifeng. There are a lot of them. Tomorrow we will be flooded with skirts all over the city." Song Shifeng, who was loyal to him, was leisurely, looking like he was watching a good show, which made people watch want to beat.

"I'll go find Gu Weifeng." Song Xiaosan turned around and left.

"It's so late, let's go tomorrow." Song Changhe stopped him.

"I can't sleep until I figure it out, don't wait for me at night, I'll sleep at his place." As soon as the words fell, the man had already rushed out on his bicycle.

Song Changhe slapped the second child on the back of the head with a backhand, "Why are you teasing him, follow him quickly."

He didn't worry about his third son walking alone at night.

"It's not me looking for trouble." Song Shifeng reluctantly chased after him.

"You said this little Saner, why can't you see people wearing skirts? Skirts have enmity with him?" Liu Erhua smiled helplessly.

"Not only the skirt, but also the big pants and vest. He is a little old-fashioned by nature. Maybe he hasn't forgotten the things of his previous life?" Song Changhe was also speechless. This son is good at everything, why is he so old-fashioned?

"How can I marry a daughter-in-law in the future? No one is allowed to wear skirts, who will accept him?"

"You're thinking too far. It's not that you haven't enlightened yet. Just grow up."

"That's enough." The three-year-old saw the old, this guy is not three years old.

Here Liu Erhua is worried about her son marrying his daughter-in-law, Fan.

They were gossiping here, Song Shiyu had already rode to Gu Weifeng's warehouse humming.

Song Shifeng followed closely behind, and when he saw him enter the door, he turned back, and it was considered delivered.

There are a lot of clothes piled up in the warehouse, Gu Weifeng and two other people are sorting them with their heads down, most of them are skirts.

"Gu Weifeng, what did you buy?" Song Shiyu asked coldly.

Gu Weifeng put his hands behind his back subconsciously, "Don't you know everything about clothes?"

"What do I know?" Song Xiaosan looked at him, "I remember that there are no skirts in our purchase list, are these my eyes dazzled?"

"Ahem, let's go out and talk." Gu Weifeng pulled him and walked out.

Song Shiyu was also a shameless person, so naturally he didn't want to show jokes to others, so he followed him outside with his mouth pursed.

"You don't keep your word." He was very, very upset.

"San'er, we need money." Gu Weifeng opened his mouth to say the same words, without any fancy words: "I know you don't like it, but we need money to find out the truth about the fire, and we need money to protect the food, drink and business of the people under our hands. We got a lot of money, but where did the money come from? We can’t take care of the money and goods in our hands. Everyone wants to live a good life, and no one will follow us to eat chaff and swallow vegetables, right? We can find the skirt now The most suitable and most in-demand goods, we can’t cut off the big guy’s way just because we don’t like it, can we?” After speaking, he solemnly said: “Can’t we sell it when we get over it?”

"It's you, not me. Don't count me as the money for selling this kind of disheveled stuff, I don't want it." Song Shiyu snorted angrily.He really despises these extremely disrespectful clothes, and thinks that this dress is a crime, something that is not dignified and should not exist, not to mention that he is not willing to sell it, he does not want people all over the country to wear it!

But helplessly, the form is better than people, he knows how much money they have, and they will be dragged to death if they don’t transfer the money quickly, and there are so many people waiting for food, even if he doesn’t like it, he can only bow his head and admit it .

He reluctantly agreed, but it was really reluctant, he didn't understand, what's so good about wearing a piece of rag, it's not dignified, unstable, it doesn't look like a good family, and there are so many people chasing after women's clothes. crazy.

Thinking about Gu Weifeng getting into the skirt behind his back, the more he thought about it, the more his liver hurt, and the last thing he guarded disappeared.

"All right, all right, it's me, it's me, we Ah Yu don't want this kind of money." Gu Weifeng put his arm on his shoulder, "In the future, we will sell tape recorders and TV sets, and we will definitely not sell skirts."

"You treat me as three years old, don't coax me, anyway, this is your business, pay me back the capital next year, do what you like to do." He is going to college, so he won't do it with him forever small business.

"Are you trying to break up with me?" Gu Weifeng was dumbfounded.