Sister, you miss me

Xiong Lie sat down on the recliner, closed his eyes, and said in a deep voice, "I'm not asking about business anymore, please come back, come and see you off."

The old man Mazi was waiting to say something, but Jiao Qiusheng held him back.

Several people whispered to each other, all the way out, suddenly a strong voice rang behind them.

"If you really think Yang Feng is not suitable, you may recommend one. Let's add up."

"Okay." Several old people were in ecstasy, but at the same time they saw Xiong Lie's jokes.

They were speechless and speechless.

Still Jiao Qiusheng had his brains alive, he said: "Brother Xiong, we are just grumbling. We haven't reached that point yet. Please take a good rest. Let's go."

The four of them got into Jiao Qiusheng's milky Toyota overbearing, and the old man Mazi shook his head: "Xiong Lie is not easy to do, and we are all defeated by one trick."

Jiao Qiusheng nodded in sympathy: "Isn't it? We really can't answer his question like this. We can't violate our intentions, and we can't recommend ourselves and struggle."

The chubby old man sneered coldly: "Everyone, don't worry, brother is not so good. To put it bluntly, Yang Feng is still in the trial period. If the prestige is not enough, he will step down sooner or later."

The tall old man smiled: "If it's enough, it's not that we have the final say, let him find the feeling first, and then lose it after gaining it. This is very different from never before. The feeling in it is very different."

Jiao Qiusheng said: "Brothers, we can be sincere and united in the future. Well, go to my store now and let the little brothers respect and honor the brothers."

The three old men pointed at Jiao Qiusheng and laughed, and the old man Mazi said: "You kid, you just want your brother to lose his life, but I'm happy, it won my heart."

The pudgy old man said: "Xiao Jiao is really empathetic, this man, what is the point of living long? The key depends on the quality of life."

The tall old man urged: "Jiao Qiusheng, drive faster, you have hooked up all your brothers."

...

At four o'clock in the afternoon, Yang Feng got off the highway and entered the downtown area of ​​Shuning.

This is the first time he has entered the provincial capital, still alone.

However, he is not relaxed and happy at all, and he has no time to appreciate the bustling and hustle and bustle of the provincial capital, just drifting with the flow.

The busy traffic made Yang Feng experience the feeling of traffic jam for the first time. He wriggled forward inch by inch and heard anxious horns from time to time. The incomplete combustion of carbon monoxide was very uncomfortable...

Yang Feng concluded: This is a maddening feeling.

Finally forty minutes later, the Grand Cherokee stopped at Jiefang Road, Mingyuexuan Tea House next to Wangyun Hotel.

I stopped, took three sets of gift boxes from the trunk, and walked up to the second floor.

He walked straight into a box called Ting Yuxuan, where Fa, Long and Hua were all there.

Yang Feng pushed the gifts Xiong Lie had prepared, and the three of them treated them politely and accepted them.

Yang Feng picked up a cup of tea and said, "Three brothers, I really have no choice but to ask you. The provincial capital is the territory of the three brothers. I am unfamiliar with the place where I am born. Pig’s head is my hair, so now I’ll take another minute. He will be in danger for one more minute, so I...I will substitute tea for wine here, and I am willing to ask three brothers to help me."

Brother Hua said with a heavy nasal voice, and he said in a sullen voice: "Xiaofeng, your brother's feelings are really touching, not to mention the relationship with Brother Xiong. Let us help."

"Help nature help, the key is how to help, and to that extent?" Long Ge said, wrinkling red rosacea.

Fa Ge slapped a big back: "Oh, Xiaofeng, we told you that we are all doing the right thing now and don't want to have any conflict with Hua Biao's anti-bone boy, so it's okay to find someone for you, but After we find someone, we are about to retreat."

Yang Feng frowned slightly, and nodded, but in his mind he remembered the lines in a movie. The Blue Wing Bat King said to the Wudang faction: What kind of air, sooner or later we will come to rescue.

In a word, it is difficult for a few big bosses to be famous, and Godfather Yang is very disappointed.

...

"No--"

Zhu Rongrong let out a scream and opened his eyes suddenly, his body still convulsing constantly.

The sun was dazzling, and the girl squatted not far in front of her before, seeming to be frightened.

Zhu Rongrong actually fell asleep just now, and also had a nightmare. He said it was a nightmare, but it was actually something that happened before, that is, watching his muscles and hamstrings be broken.

I experienced it again in my dream, and it still hurts my heart and my bones.

At this time, Zhu Rongrong discovered that he was wearing a thin blanket. Although the blanket was worn out, it was clean and smelled of soap and sunlight.

In an instant, Zhu Rongrong felt a surging warm current pouring into his heart, and his eyes suddenly moistened.

"Thank you, I didn't scare you. I just had a nightmare." Zhu Rongrong shook his head: "Even though I know you can't hear it, I still have to say, Er Ya, I am not a tramp, nor a mental illness, I It was framed."

The girl's innocent apricot eyes widened, and Zhu Rongrong felt that her gentle gaze could melt everything and heal everything.Because of the girl's company, it seems that even the pile of garbage has become cute.

At this time, there was one more steamed bun in front of him, the snow-white steamed bun, but he couldn't compare with the slender hands.

Zhu Rongrong swallowed and spit, looking up along the steamed bun, with slender fingers like green onion tubes, fine wrists, slender arms, and pale pink face.

A touch of shyness appeared on Er Ya's face.

There was a loud bang in Zhu Rongrong's head, and a voice echoed: I am in love.

Seeing that Zhu Rongrong was just looking foolishly, Er Ya sent the buns forward again. Zhu Rongrong shook his head, raised his hands, and said: "The tendons here are broken, and there is no strength."

Er Ya suddenly covered her mouth, apparently she had never heard such a shocking thing.After hesitating for a while, tangled for a while, she delivered the bun to Zhu Rongrong's mouth.

Zhu Rongrong opened his mouth and took a big bite, but his eyes were fixed on Er Ya. Er Ya looked flustered and curled her head slightly. The redness on her pretty face gradually spread behind her ears.

Zhu Rongrong looked fascinated, and subconsciously swallowed a large piece of steamed bread. Who knew it was stuck in his throat for a while, his eyes opened violently, and he scratched weakly, and there was a dull sound in his throat.

Er Ya smiled, and handed over a bowl of water, after thinking about it, she got to Zhu Rongrong's mouth.

Zhu Rongrong took a big gulp, and finally rushed the bun down, and burped.

Er Ya stuffed the remaining half of the steamed bun into Zhu Rongrong's mouth, and left in full.

Zhu Rongrong looked at her curvaceous back and muttered to himself: "It would be nice if it weren't for the deaf and mute."

After thinking about it, he shook his head: "People are kind to you, what's the matter with the deaf and dumb? She looks beautiful and has a kind heart. You can't find such a wife with a lantern."

Swallowing the remaining steamed buns in one bite, and then said: "I don't know if she has a mobile phone. I will ask later if I can call Fengzi..."

"Hey..." Zhu Rongrong couldn't help but sighed: "Forget it, I will probably become a waste person, so don't drag others down."

At this time, Erya went and returned, with an extra blackboard in his hand.She stood one meter in front of Zhu Rongrong and wrote on the blackboard with chalk.

A line of elegant chalk writing: How do you know my name is Erya?

Zhu Rongrong was overjoyed immediately: "So you can hear it."

Erya nodded and wrote: How did you do this?

"A word is hard to say." Zhu Rongrong said, "What about you? You can't speak, is it congenital or..."

There was a deep sadness on Erya's face: when she was six years old, she had a cold and fever, and she couldn't speak.

"It's pitiful." Zhu Rongrong sympathized: "Aren't you afraid of me?"

Erya shook her head: I don't think you are a tramp, a mental illness, or a bad person.

"Thank you. Your kindness to me, I'm afraid I won't be able to repay it in this life."

Er Ya smiled and shook her head: This is fate, a little bit of grace, so what a point.

Erya's good conversation made Zhu Rongrong admire.

One said and the other wrote. There was almost no obstacle to the conversation between the two. Zhu Rongrong learned that Erya and his father depended on each other, looked at the garbage dump, did some preliminary sorting of garbage, and was also responsible for collecting the trash.

Er Ya said that although they lived poorly, they still felt happy and peaceful even though they lived with trash.

Zhu Rongrong felt ashamed of this, and then developed an appreciation for Er Ya.

Happy times always go very fast, and the sun sets unconsciously, the tired birds return to the forest, and the dusk rises.

Er Ya looked at the sky and quickly wrote: I'm going to cook, and I'll give you food secretly at night.

"Er, do you have a cell phone?"

Er Ya glanced at Zhu Rongrong: Do you want to use it?My father has it, steal it for you at night.

"Thank you."

Er Ya smiled and walked home holding the blackboard.

As the sun sets, the sunset has coated her with a layer of gold powder, holy and indispensable.

Zhu Rongrong closed his eyes and took a deep breath, but he didn't realize that the sour smell of garbage was particularly strong in the evening, which made him retching.

"Hey, sister, don't go, you are so smart and shy, wouldn't it be a place?"

Zhu Rongrong suddenly opened his eyes and saw Er Ya was stopped by two young men.

One red hair, one yellow hair, both wearing tight leather jackets, stretch pants, sneakers, studded with earrings, ventilating, and looking at Er Ya's eyes are full of lewdness.

Er Ya couldn't get past the two of them several times, and couldn't help but hug the blackboard tightly.

"Battle, what are you doing? Have the ability to come to Lao Tzu." Zhu Rongrong roared.

Huang Mao smiled coldly: "What a disgusting person, oh, I know, girl, he is so energetic, you must have eaten her! Ah, I guessed it, but you're done, you actually gave this People can eat, if you offend Brother Biao, no one can save you."

"It turns out that you are Hua Biao's people, come on, there is a way to kill me, dare to hurt her, I will not let you go as a ghost." Zhu Rongrong shouted hoarse, hysterical.

Hong Mao shook his head and smiled: "You are so energetic! What a pity, I am an atheist. Now, our brothers are going to punish this wicked girl."

The red and yellow hairs rubbed their hands together, with a lewd smile, they approached Erya.

Er Ya leaned back against the wall, unable to retreat, tears of fear filled her bright eyes.

"Asshole, she's still dumb, you two beasts."

"Dumb, just right, not afraid of her calling." Hong Mao said.

"It's a pity, I can't hear her calling." Huang Mao said.

Hearing what the two said, Zhu Rongrong's throat was sweet, and he let out a mouthful of blood.

The red-haired salted pig's hands were placed on the back of Erya's hand, but Huang Mao reached out and pinched Erya's face.

Er Ya struggled desperately, but there was no way to stop the upper and lower hands of the two hooligans, tears finally poured down.