Fierce Battle Chapter 33 The Power of Chicken Soup
It took half an hour, four or five trips back and forth, and Feng Manlou finally emptied the waste in the house with Uncle Zhang.
After ordering 325 yuan and four cents to Grandma Zhao, Uncle Zhang drove the last truck of scrap back home.
Ye Qingling asked Feng Manlou to go outside to wash his hands, picked up a broom and dustpan to sweep the bits and pieces on the ground, and took out a small watering can and 84 effervescent tablets from his small bag.
"Everything is ready?!" the wind filled the corridor.
"Yes, after cleaning and disinfecting, it is better for the elderly, give, this is hand sanitizer. ”
Ye Qingling threw him a small bottle of hand sanitizer, filled a pot of water himself, and threw a piece of 84 into it and shook it vigorously.
Grandma Zhao on the side couldn't help it, "Qingling, Manlou, you all work as soon as you come, you don't care about drinking saliva, how embarrassing is this, let me do the next work, thank you." ”
"No, just look at it. ”
Ye Qingling entered the house and began to spray the disinfectant carefully.
In the hissing sound, the slightly choking mist quickly obscured the original strange smell.
After working for more than ten minutes, Feng Manlou received a reward of 1 chivalrous point, and then he and Ye Qingling pushed the empty car and waved goodbye to the old man.
After walking out for a while, Ye Qing exhaled, "I have finally completed the task, it's not easy, I must eat more good supplements tonight!"
"Don't you want to eat buffet again?" Feng Manlou was worried.
"Cut, look at it scares you," Ye Qingling gave a roll of his eyes, "Don't worry, as long as it is an activity led by Zhao Huaiyuan, in the end, he will have a dinner party out of his own pocket, and we don't have to pay for it." ”
"Then what are you waiting for, hurry up!" Feng Manlou waved his hand, "Fight the local tyrants!"
Ye Qingling: "......"
I'm a big beauty, eh, do you want to show the door in front of me so vividly, can't you pretend like other boys?
She suddenly remembered something, "Can I ask you a question?"
"Have a problem again?" Feng Manlou was stunned for a moment, and then shrugged indifferently, "Ask, it's not Ye Benhua's style to hold back something." ”
"You just said that you also picked up scrap, are you serious?"
"Seriously. ”
"Why are you picking up scrap because your parents don't give you pocket money?"
"You don't know where I came from?"
"How would I know, you didn't say it. ”
"Haha, sorry, sorry, I'm taking it for granted. I thought Zhao Huaiyuan must have told you everything about me. ”
Feng Manlou said very freely, "I am an orphan, I have no sense of security since I was a child, although the orphanage is in charge of food and housing, and the director is not bad, but I am always at ease if I don't have any money to defend myself."
Every day after school, I pick up some waste and sell it to save some money. ”
Because he has obtained all the memories, Feng Manlou knows the thoughts of the "ex" very well, so it is very natural to paraphrase.
"Are you an orphan?!" Ye Qingling opened his mouth in surprise, "How could it be, your personality is so good, how can it be ......"
"Comrade Ye Benhua, don't be blinded by secular labels.
Just as not every child who grows up in a divorced family is difficult to get along with, not every orphan has a dark and extreme personality. ”
Feng Manlou said half-jokingly and half-seriously, "There are exceptions like me." ”
"That's not what I meant!"
Ye Qingling waved his hand in a panic and explained, "I'm just a little surprised, after all, you have a greater sense of justice and courage than most boys."
I always thought that someone like you must have a father who was a soldier or a police officer.
Ah, no, it's a bad prejudice.
Eh, the more I explained, the more messy it became. ”
Looking at the little girl who fell into chaos, Feng Manlou's heart warmed.
He smiled: "It's okay, no need to explain, I know what kind of person you are." ”
Ye Qingling breathed a sigh of relief.
"Actually, it's quite easy to develop a good character. "The wind is all over the hallway.
"It's easy?" a big question mark appeared on Ye Qingling's head.
"yes, it's easy,"
Feng Manlou looked up at the slanting sun, and said like a god: "Many people take everything they already have for granted, and they only worry about why they don't have more all day long, but they never think about the life they are accustomed to, and it may also be the life that others dream of."
Unfortunately, I had nothing since I was a child, and if I hadn't been discovered by the dean who came home from work, I might have died silently on the side of the street.
So when I became sensible, I understood that no matter how I lived, I was lucky compared to those abandoned babies who froze and starved to death on the side of the street, and I should be grateful for everything.
As long as a person has a grateful heart, his character will not be too bad. ”
At this moment, Comrade Ye Benhua felt that Comrade Feng was shining again.
That's the power of chicken soup!
When the two of them got out of the shantytown, they saw Huzi and the gangsters who were carried into the ambulance at a glance, which was a little strange.
"What's the situation, was the person hit by a car or was he beaten?" asked Feng Manlou curiously.
A girl who came back earlier said: "I heard that I was hit on the head by a flower pot that fell from the balcony." ”
The two of them couldn't help but sigh, thinking that the man was really unlucky.
Zhao Huaiyuan looked at the unscathed Feng Manlou, and 10,000 alpacas galloped past in his heart.
There are still some supplies, but it is no longer the task of the two of them, after all, they have already gone to the farthest two households.
After Fu Biao and the others jumped into the two vans and left with the ambulance, the two went to the commissary to drink soda.
Looking at the slowly setting sun and the red glow in the sky, the two who had just rescued the lonely old man felt the breeze blowing, and they only felt indescribably comfortable.
In the distance, Zhao Huaiyuan looked at the two people who were talking and laughing, and his eyes were extremely resentful.
"President, it seems that Senior Sister Ye is getting closer and closer to this guy!" Jia Ping took the opportunity to fan the flames.
As an officer of the student union, he has always felt that he is superior to ordinary students, but a few days ago, he not only apologized in front of the public, but also helped him sort the garbage, which was a great shame.
"You talk a lot!"
Zhao Huaiyuan snorted coldly, so frightened that he hurriedly apologized, and finally said in a calm tone, "Feng Manlou, you won't be rampant for long, I will let you know sooner or later who is in charge of Donghai Academy!"
Ye Qingling was right about dinner, Zhao Huaiyuan really paid out of his own pocket to invite everyone to eat hot pot.
A meal cost more than 2,000 eyelids without blinking, if it weren't for the lack of literary talent, Feng Manlou would have planned to write online articles.
When he returned to the academy, it was half past eight in the evening, and Feng Manlou felt that he was still in time, so he went to the Chuanwu Society.
I didn't think that my arm hurt on the way, and then I realized that Ding Lei's side kick was really ruthless, and the two forearms were blue.
With the activity center in sight, he decided to go to the Chuanwu Club first, and then go back to the dormitory to spray medicine.
Looking at the past, many classrooms in the activity center are lit up, and the Chuanwu Club on the sixth floor is no exception.
Walking upstairs quickly, Feng Manlou pushed the door in, and saw Ren Haoqiu, Li Fan, and Li Nan falling to the ground like wilting onions.
"I'll go, what's wrong with the three of you?"
Jiang Gongyin, who was practicing with Bai Junji, stopped his hand and greeted him with a smile, "It's nothing, it's just a twenty-minute horse walk, the three of them have a thin foundation, and they are not very adaptable." ”
"It turned out to be Zamabu, I thought they had just been beaten by you. Feng Manlou smiled, "Yes, Haizi, it's like it's fine, and the body is good enough." ”
Thursday Hai, who was strolling back and forth on the side, waved his hand modestly, "My two legs are the same as those borrowed, not much better than them." ”