Ni Yinghong chopped bricks for a while, and couldn't help but take out the telegram again and looked at it secretly. A smile spread unconsciously on her pretty face, and her mind was gradually filled with that tall and upright figure.
"It's really a waste of money." She raised her mouth and muttered. Seeing the wrinkles on the paper, she stretched out her jade-like fingers in distress, gently smoothed the creases on the letter paper, and murmured with crooked eyebrows: "
very nice."
After a while, she suddenly stood up, ran into the house with small steps, dug out her suitcase, found a notebook, and sandwiched the letter in it carefully, reluctant to let it go again.
Suffer a little grievance.
"Yinghong, where's your Gaha thing?"
At this time, Ni Yinghong's cousin came over. This girl was a typical northern girl. She was tall, fair-skinned, with three-dimensional facial features and a cheerful personality. When she saw the girl fiddling with something mysteriously, she curiously approached her.
Come up.
"Nothing!" Ni Yinghong didn't dare let her see this shameful love letter, so she stuffed the book back into the box like a treasure.
"You're such a sneaky girl, you must be up to no good!" The cousin narrowed his eyes and looked at the girl thoughtfully, then his eyes suddenly lit up: "Hey, you couldn't have hidden the letter from someone at home, right?
?”
She had just heard the postman coming to see her cousin, and based on the girl's behavior at this time, she could almost guess.
Moreover, she was convinced that this letter must not be serious, otherwise it would not have been hidden like this.
"Hehe, I won't tell you." Ni Yinghong suddenly panicked and quickly stuffed the box under the table, got up and pushed her cousin out.
At the same time, she was still thinking about whether to send a telegram back to the man to warn him not to waste any more money.
But after thinking about it, she started to hesitate again.
She knew the prodigal thing in her family very well, and with her overwhelming energy, if she replied even one word to him, she would definitely be sent another piece of nonsense, which would cost her a lot of money!
But she was full of love words in her heart that she wanted to tell the man, and she also wanted to use a telegram to convey her love for him.
If she didn't reply a word, she really couldn't hold it in and couldn't do it.
Then... go back?
The girl was still hesitating.
In their wild thoughts, the two sisters returned to the kitchen, laughing and carefully serving the chicken soup on the stove.
Looking at her restless cousin, she became even more curious about the letter she had hidden, but since she wouldn't read it, she could only worry.
at the same time.
A certain slut who is worried about his wife is also thinking about her.
Today's Sijiu City is as hot as usual, and the cicadas are also chirping to death.
Chu Heng licked the popsicle listlessly, staring blankly at the empty seat opposite, thinking of the happy life of eating popsicles and ice cream in the past.
On the fifth day that Miss Ni is away, I miss her...
"Crack, bang..."
The guy took a bite of the popsicle in an attempt to reduce the anger in his heart.
"Bah bang bang."
At this moment, there was a sound of footsteps, and Lian Qing ran in, holding a popsicle in his hand as well, licking it happily.
"Zi Liu, brother, here comes an old man, Zi Liu, he said he is your friend, his name is Yan Heze."
Chu Heng was suddenly surprised. This old man usually avoided him when he saw him. Why did he come to his door today?
He thought for a moment and said, "Then let him come."
"Alas." Lian Qing wiped himself away and ran away.
Not long after, he brought Old Man Yan to the office.
Chu Heng raised his eyes and took a look. Good guy, I almost didn't recognize him. This old man used to dress himself up and down, looking like a big quail in heat. He wanted to put two flowers for himself.
Now it is impossible. He is wearing tattered clothes and is no better than a beggar. There are not even a few hairs left on his iconic oily head.
It’s really thirty years in Hedong and thirty years in Hexi!
But even though you are in such a miserable state, the old man is still very polite.
After Yan Muze entered the house, he placed the two bottles of Erguotou as a welcome gift on the table, and cupped his hands with a haggard look on his face: "Master Chu, you came here so rashly, I'm sorry to bother you."
"You're welcome." Chu Heng waved to Lian Qing and told him to get out of here. He thought for a while and pulled out a glass from under the table, then picked up the large enamel jar on the table where he drank from and poured tea while saying: "Sit down quickly.
Well, my conditions are limited, don’t dislike it.”
"Don't dare, don't dare." Yan Muze sat down opposite him cautiously, took the warm tea with both hands, but did not drink it. He just kept smiling flatteringly: "We haven't seen you for many days, Master Chu has become even more charming."
"You flatter me." Chu Heng bowed his hands towards him, not bothering to argue with him, and asked directly: "Master Yan, are you here for something today?"
"I have something to ask you." Yan Muze pursed his lips, glanced cautiously at the harmless-looking handsome guy opposite him, hesitated and said, "Well, I want to get some food from you..."
"Master Yan! I don't understand what you are talking about!" Chu Heng's face suddenly turned cold. With the limelight outside so tight, how could he dare to touch the grain business again? This old man Yan is a bit too ignorant, and he still...
Came to the door.
Do you really think his gun is made of clay?
Yan Muze had expected Chu Heng's reaction, but he was still worried. He hurriedly cupped his hands and said with a grimace: "Master Chu, I also know that there is a taboo, but I can't help it. Now I will give half of my family's ration."
, it’s hard to even fill his stomach, my little grandson is crying at home because he’s hungry, please give me a way to survive.”
"Snapped!"
Chu Heng slapped Wu Si on the table with a bang and said nothing. He just looked at the old man with a cold face and let him feel it for himself.
Although this guy usually helps this and that, he is definitely not a saint or a saint.
Look at the people he helped, they were either relatives or friends, or they had other unavoidable reasons. No one was there for no reason.
He and Yan Muze are not related to each other. It can even be said that they have a bit of hatred. Why should he help the old man?
There are many people in the world who have no food to eat, and many people are starving to death. Can he help?
Besides, Yan Muze himself is not a good person. If this person helps him and sells Chu Heng later, where can he go to reason?
When the time comes, you won’t be able to escape even if you cry!
In matters involving your own safety, it is better to be cautious.
Looking at the black muzzle of the gun, Yan Muze's legs were shaking. But thinking of the situation at home, he could only bite the bullet and continue: "Master Chu, I know that I did something wrong before. Please be magnanimous and help me."
Will it work this time? Just ask for whatever you want, I will never be vague!"
Chu Heng was unmoved, glanced at the old man coldly, picked up the pistol on the table, and said with a smile: "Master Yan, this gun of mine is certified. Anyone who wants to endanger the safety of the grain store
