Fortunately, the only thing that could give Xue Laosan some comfort was that the registration time was August 1st, which gave him a full month's leave. However, he was not grateful at all, and instead speculated with the greatest malice,
Does that person need a month to get rid of the former deputy county magistrate of the Standing Committee of Xiaoshan County to make room for himself?
After being angry for half the night, Xue Xiang didn't know when he fell asleep. Anyway, he was woken up by the little guy pinching his nose and popping his eyes while he was still asleep.
"The sun is shining on your butt, get up quickly, I'm hungry." The little guy opened his eyes when he saw Xue Xiang, and promptly reported the important news.
Xue Xiang raised his hand and took the plum blossom watch on the table and glanced at it. It was only half past six. When he looked out the window, the sun had come out. However, in summer, the days are long and the nights are short, which is normal. The early morning sunlight is so thin that it can't even reach it.
The edge of the window never illuminates the big bed, let alone the buttocks.
Xue Xiang was too lazy to pay attention to her. He turned over and turned his head to one side to continue sleeping soundly. The little guy snorted a few times and pushed him, but he didn't continue to make noise. After a change of thought, he got up and changed into purple.
I put on my short-sleeved shorts and big-toe slippers, whistled, and the little white thorn on the bedside slipped and followed me.
The little guy came out of the main room and came to the door of Xiaowan and Xiaoyi's room. He stood on the door and listened for a while. When he saw that there was no movement inside, he rolled his big eyes and smiled, then turned back to the kitchen and picked up the bamboo shoot.
Basket, go out.
Three hundred meters west of the gate, there is a platform. The little guy held Xiaobai on the platform. After waiting for only a few minutes, a green leather bus arrived. The little guy got on the bus. And from the short-sleeved bus
I took out a wad of dime tickets from my purse, took out a dime one and handed it to the aunt who sold the tickets. The fat aunt waved her hand, pointed to the height limit line beside the door, and said with a smile: "This is your first time riding a bus. It's not high enough."
No money is charged.”
Of course it was not the first time that the little guy took the bus, but Xiaowan had to pay every time. She had never known about the free bus she took, and now it was the first time she heard that there was no charge unless the height was high. She turned around
He looked at the height limit line next to the door and took a few steps back. He moved closer and compared his hands. Sure enough, he was still an inch short. He thought about it carefully, frowned and found a seat nearby to sit down.
The little guy is wearing purple short-sleeved shorts today. He is already small. He grows slowly, but his body is still not open. His fleshy little arms and legs look like a cartoon doll, and his delicate little face is matched with a tomboy's small parted hair.
,all
The only feeling given by this little person is that she is exquisite. This little person got on the bus alone, which already caught people's attention. Then she looked at her little person frowning because she was not tall enough. All the passengers in the car were amused, some
He even laughed out loud.
The little guy knew that everyone was laughing at him, so he felt extremely embarrassed. He hugged Xiaobai, lowered his head and sulked. Not long after he got angry, an old woman came over to show concern and asked the little guy if he had gotten lost with the adults in the family.
Upon hearing this question, the little guy immediately became energetic and proudly said that he was out to buy breakfast for his family. In an instant, the whole car was filled with compliments, making the little guy's face turn into a smile.
In fact, going out to buy breakfast is also a little kid's whim. The purpose is just to surprise the big guys and see that she can do big things as a little person. This is the normal psychology of children, commonly known as the desire for expression.
After moving to a new home, the breakfast restaurant is naturally no longer the original Red Star Canteen. Fortunately, near Yutang Mountain, there are many dignitaries and dignitaries who like Linquan and quiet residence. There are quite a few canteens along the way. Just two stops away, you will reach Fatty.
Xue Xiang often comes here to buy breakfast at Fat Le Canteen. The little guy has also been here, so he is familiar with it.
As soon as the car stopped, the little guy stood up. There were many passengers in front of her. Now seeing her getting up, the conductor greeted her a few times, and the passengers in front smiled and gave way to her.
The little guy kept thanking her all the way, jumped out of the car, and waved to the passengers in the car to thank her. There were many passengers in the car smiling and waving to her.
Although the little guy is not a regular customer of Pang Pang Le, he looks very eye-catching. As soon as he walked in, he was recognized by the fat cashier. He also looked towards the door, apparently looking at Xue Xiang, until the little guy stood on tiptoe to pick up the bamboo.
The basket was placed on the counter and announced in a crisp voice.
After knowing the variety, the fat master came to his senses and asked Xue Xiang how he came. As usual, the little guy proudly told about his feat of walking several miles alone to buy breakfast, which made the fat master laugh and put breakfast in a small bamboo basket for her.
While teasing her, she looked very happy.
The fat master was afraid that she would not be able to carry it safely due to her small size and would spill the soy milk, so he specially found a large glass bottle with a lid and sealed it tightly for her. He just handed the vegetable basket to her, and the little guy took out a stack of food stamps and a
She piled up the cents and asked the fat master to order them by herself. The little man didn’t know the price after all. The fat master smiled and picked up five kilograms of food stamps, three yuan and fifty cents, and helped her smooth out the money and tickets before handing them back to her.
she.
The little guy put down the money and tickets, and carried the small bamboo basket. It was a little difficult, but he smiled back at the fat master, said thank you, and went out. The little guy carried the bamboo basket and walked unsteadily, barely walking a few steps.
, the little face turned red, and the left hand
He had changed his right hand a few times and walked a few steps, and now he was carrying the mountain with both hands, following suit every step of the way. Xiaobai on the side seemed to notice the little guy's predicament, and started circling around the little guy, jumping up and down.
It means putting the bamboo basket on its back.
The little guy and Xiaobai have been getting along for a long time. Not only do they have a mutual understanding, but they understand the meaning of various actions of Xiaobai. He immediately stopped, put the bamboo basket on the ground, and looked at Xiaobai doubtfully.
She squatted down again and touched Xiaobai's back, as if to test her. Xiaobai turned around and growled at her, his crystal clear paws scratching on the ground, which clearly meant "Don't underestimate me."
The little guy also had an idea. At worst, he asked Xiao Bai to try it. If it didn't work, he would lift it off immediately. The plan was decided, so he put the bamboo basket up, bent down, and put a small hand on it to help him grasp it.
Balance, and by the way, be prepared to take off the food basket in time when Xiaobai can't bear it anymore.
But Xiaobai is said to be a white tiger after all, not a white cat. Due to insufficient secretion of growth hormone, it cannot grow taller, but it does not mean that it does not gain strength. A small bamboo basket weighing ten kilograms is placed on its back. It is as light as a feather and it can walk quickly and steadily.
, and the little guy keeps trying
Huh, just stopped. Now, the little guy was happy. He talked to Xiaobai while walking, saying that they would take over the job of buying breakfast in the future. Xiaobai in front didn't know what the little guy was talking about.
, walked a few steps and then howled, as if in response.
Little did he know that something happened with this howl.
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"What's the sound? How does it sound like a tiger roaring?" A young man in military uniform sitting in the passenger seat of an extended military jeep was full of curiosity, twisting his head and swaying around, his slender hair like a black waterfall.
"Brother Chen, please wait. It's broad daylight and it's a big road. How can there be a tiger?" There were also three young men in military uniforms sitting in the back seat. The one who spoke was the fat man in the middle, wrapped in a narrow military uniform.
His round body had flesh exposed from the gap in his mouth.
"Don't talk, just listen!" The young man with broken hair in front waved his hand, which seemed to be quite commanding and forbidding. The three people in the back seat immediately stopped talking and listened.
"Yes, Brother Chen's ears are really good. He can hear such a low sound, but the sound sounds like he is nearby. How could it be like this?" The young man on the left of the fat man had a pockmarked face, and his mouth was full of yellow when he spoke.
His teeth seemed to have bad breath, which made the fat man cover his nose repeatedly.
"I saw it, I saw it. It's really weird. The cat actually barked like a tiger. Brother Chen, you guys in the Four-Nine City are really full of wonders. Brother, I've learned a lot." The young man on the right side of the fat man combed his hair.
He split his head with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks. He looked out of his heroic military uniform and looked very obscene. He pointed to the left window and shouted in a low voice.
As soon as Xuan Fentou's words left his mouth, he reminded everyone. The young man with broken hair immediately called the driver to listen to the car. Everyone in the car looked in the direction Xuan Fentou pointed, and what they saw was a wonderful and strange scene. But
Meet a little fairy boy
A girl who looks like a baby is holding a green bamboo basket. Under the bamboo basket, a snow-white cat is walking gracefully, steadily and lightly. From time to time, it raises its head and howls. The voice is extremely rough and vigorous. Where is the cat?
The means a child should have.
With a muffled bang, the short-haired young man stood up suddenly, his head hitting the roof of the car, followed by a series of screams of pain, Er, hissing air-conditioning in his mouth, shouting: "Tiger, tiger
, White tiger! Who among you has ever seen a cat barking like this? Who has ever seen a cat resist this basket of food..."
The young man with broken hair looked like he was crazy. The people in the car were all staring at the snow-white cat, no, the white tiger, their eyes were full of fire.
The white tiger is one of the four mythical beasts passed down from ancient times in China. Although the atheism of Marxism-Leninism has spread in this fertile land of China for more than half a century, and with more than ten years of raids, the feudal superstition has been almost wiped out. However, it has been passed down from ancient times to ancient times.
The mythical beast suddenly appeared in front of them. Even though this group of educated young people had heard some scientific explanations that the legendary mythical beast was just an albino animal, they still couldn't help but feel excited in their hearts.
"Brother Chen, come on. Such a divine thing is naturally the home of a virtuous person. General Zihan's birthday is coming soon. Haven't you been clamoring for a gift that you can't get? There is nothing better than the white tiger in front of you.
"Hey, Brother Chen, Brother Chen..." The fat man murmured in ecstasy. He suddenly came back to his senses and found that the person he was talking to, the young man with broken hair, had a tangled face, so he kept saying "Hey, Brother Chen."
Call out.
The split-headed young man has always been shrewd. When he saw the broken-haired young man looking like this, he roughly guessed the reason, but he didn't believe it in his heart, but he still asked: "What's the matter, Brother Chen, could it be that this little girl has a big background, so that you, Zi Han,
The general’s direct grandson, Wu
The grandnephew of the old man is all restrained? This magnanimity is far worse than that of your second cousin Mr. Wu." (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Shuhai Pavilion () to vote for recommendation, monthly vote, and your support