The pork vermicelli in the canteen is meaty, the vermicelli is full of soup, and the green color is attractive.
Xiao Yuan drank one bowl, and when he wanted to ask for a second bowl, Lao Yuan knocked his chopsticks away.
Uncle Mo looked at Xiao Yuanbi's clean bowl and asked with a smile: "Do you still want another bowl?"
Just when Xiao Yuan was about to nod, Old Yuan opened his mouth: "He doesn't want it anymore. He eats it often, but even if he eats too much, he can't digest it."
So Uncle Mo took the initiative to take away Xiao Yuan's bowl, and took away Lao Yuan's bowl with a few mouthfuls of food left:
"It's because I didn't think it through enough and I'm a bit shabby. I will formally invite you to eat in the future."
Lao Yuan pinched the air and felt empty in his heart.
Uncle Mo smiled and greeted Lao Yuan eagerly: "By the way, do you have a place to stay?"
Lao Yuan held his breath and said, "Yes, we will stay in a hotel. One night is valuable."
Uncle Mo shook his head: "You should have told me earlier that I happen to have an empty house there. The hotels outside are not clean. Why don't you go and stay at my place first?"
Lao Yuan did not refuse this time.
I don't know if the hotel is clean, but it is indeed too expensive.
If he was polite, he would lose a few more dollars every day.
Besides, since we all live in the same village, he should help find a place for him to live.
When Lao Yuan was carrying his bag, he couldn't believe that this was the empty house that Uncle Mo mentioned.
The three-story small foreign-style building has great sunlight and is transparent from north to south. There is a small courtyard in the front and a goldfish pond next to it.
None of the small buildings used for TV shows are as beautiful as this.
Lao Yuan could no longer say anything like this.
His eyes widened, he looked around, and couldn't help but ask: "Is this really your house?"
Uncle Mo still smiled: "Yes, my son respects me, how about it, isn't it good?"
While Lao Yuan was envious, he gave Xiao Yuan a vicious look:
My worthless son! He can’t even afford a small mansion!
Uncle Mo gave Lao Yuan the key, feeling a little worried:
"This is a place I can't bear to live in. You have to cherish it and don't break things."
Lao Yuan suddenly lost his envy. He was a little disdainful: "We are all old guys. Don't be stingy when you say this."
Uncle Mo wanted to speak but stopped.
He gave the key to Lao Yuan and gave some instructions before leaving.
Uncle Mo went around the alley and walked into a bun shop, where he found Gu Huai having breakfast.
He said: "The key has been given to them. No, A Gu, if Uncle is nosy, how could you let them live in that house?"
Gu Huai took a bite of the bun filling and said, "I have my own ideas. By the way, find a buyer and the house is sold."
Uncle Mo was confused: "This house is so good, do you really want to sell it?"
Gu Huai: "Sold."
Uncle Mo didn't know what kind of medicine Gu Huai was selling in his gourd, but out of trust in Gu Huai, he still went to find the buyer.
Lao Yuan didn't know who the owner of this house was.
He touched the snow-white velvet carpet on the ground, the red paint of the TV cabinet, the small color TV, the snow-white walls, and the wooden escalator of the stairs, and finally said angrily:
"It's all your worthless son!"
Xiao Yuan was unhappy: "Isn't that what you, a worthless me, gave birth to?"
Old Yuan was so angry that he raised his hands to hit someone, but Xiao Yuan raised his neck to let him hit.
The two argued for a while before sitting together in the living room, looking at the colored enamel glass, and sighed:
"Why is Lao Mo so rich?"
We were obviously working in the fields together and sitting on the field ridge smoking together. Why did he, Lao Mo, have money?
Xiao Yuan said: "Because Lao Mo married a daughter-in-law from the city!"
Lao Mo also felt: "Xiao Mo doesn't seem to have much potential, but he is capable. He has such a good wife and lives in such a big house."
The father and son exchanged words with each other, feeling that they seemed to be close to the truth.
No matter how they think, they will never think of who the real owner of this house is.
But Xiao Yuan had a new idea.
He said: "It seems that our path of Gu Xiaowu will not work. How about we try Xiao Xiao's path?"
Lao Yuan slapped him: "What are you talking about in your sleep, idiot? Can Xiao Xiao like you? What kind of mangy dog are you? Gu Xiaowu has run away with others, so I said, you should stop looking after others, otherwise I should have a grandchild now."
Grandson!"
Xiao Yuan touched his chin: "Women, don't you like that? Besides, I heard from Gu Xiaowu that Gu Huai will not marry Xiao Xiao."
Lao Yuan's eyes widened: "No? Then Gu Huai is stupid? How rich is Xiao Xiao's family? If he married Xiao Xiao, wouldn't he just buy a small house like this?"
Xiao Yuan: "Children are like this. If they haven't gone through hardships, they definitely don't know how to marry a good wife. Old Yuan, let me tell you, you decide whether we can do it or not!"
Lao Yuan thought about Xiao Xiao's appearance, and then thought about Xiao Xiao's temper, and immediately felt that Gu Xiaowu was ten thousand times worse than her.
If he could really marry Xiao Xiao, Xiao Yuan would definitely be able to restrain his temper.
Xiao Yuan feels the same way.
He even swore to Lao Yuan: "If I can marry Xiao Xiao, I will never beat her!"
Lao Yuan felt that Xiao Yuan was really interested this time.
The next day, Xiao Xiao received a love letter.
She didn't have time to open it and threw it into the drawer.
Li Zhonghua was waiting for her to go to the library. She didn't have time to read these fancy letters.
It's just that some nefarious person posted the letter on the big-character poster on the bulletin board. By the time Xiao Xiao found out, there were already many people surrounding the bulletin board on three floors.
There was a voice that seemed to be reading:
Little.
Goose loves you so much.
Nothing, nothing, nothing.
When I read this, everyone burst into laughter.
Then, the person who started reading became more interested.
He read in a louder voice:
What are you going to do with me?
Oops! Which class wrote this love letter? The handwriting is so ugly that I really can’t understand it!
Is this really from our school? The level is not good! It’s so bad!
Everyone laughs.
One person held the letter high and rolled it into a ball, and everyone rushed to play with it.
Someone saw Xiao Xiao and whistled at her.
Xiao Xiao was angry and turned back to the classroom.
If she knew who wrote her such a messy letter, she would definitely skin him!
After class, Xiao Xiao first went to the upper class to find Gu Huai and Li Zhonghua, planning to go to the hospital to see Li Zimin together.
Before he even walked out of the school gate, he was stopped by Xiao Yuan.
"Xiao! Did you read the letter I wrote to you?"
Xiao Xiao's face turned red with anger.
She said, who would write such a thing for him?
She originally thought it was disgusting enough, but she didn't expect that there was something even more disgusting waiting here!
Xiao Xiao kept her politeness:
"If you don't write well, don't write it next time."
Xiao Yuan saw Xiao Xiao blushing and felt that she must be too shy and embarrassed, so she hurriedly said: "I think you were too busy to leave, so you stuck it inside the glass before you had time to remove it. They all looked at it, and they must have thought that I wrote