The two were facing each other, when the old woman heard the movement and lifted the curtain and came in: "Yo yo yo, what are you yelling about?"

She held half a bowl of porridge in her hand, sprinkled with a few wolfberries and a few chrysanthemum petals, and the aroma was lingering.

"Grandma Liang, who is this person? Why do you scold people for being ghosts when you open your mouth......

The girl pointed to the pestle angrily and called the old woman Grandma Liang.

"Hey, how can my girl be a ghost if she is a fairy?"

The old woman was busy playing the round, and blamed herself while handing the bowl to the girl: "It's all because I'm old and confused, I didn't introduce you to you!"

The girl took the bowl, looked at the pestle with hostility, and said angrily: "Sensei, at first glance, it is a scum!"

This girl is the girl who watched the fight between the pestle and Wang Erzi in the crowd yesterday. When she thought of the pestle fighting with people on the street, she was not inferior to herself at this time, so her impression of the pestle was even worse.

"Bai Lu, what did you say? This kid was drunk and fell on the side of the road the night before, and I was afraid that he would freeze and take him in, so why did you two become enemies in the blink of an eye?"

The old woman asked, puzzled.

"Hmph! he knows how many good things he has done!" the girl rolled her eyes angrily.

Kizi decided that the girl was Tian Tiantian, but Tian Tian in front of him not only didn't remember himself at all, but was also full of hostility and ridicule towards himself, which was really unacceptable to him.

The pestle got angry and became serious:

"Tian Tian, what are you pretending to be? You owe me a great favor!"

The old woman who was called Grandma Liang saw the girl calling her Gan Tiantian, and immediately understood the misunderstanding, and hurriedly explained:

"Whew, you kid has recognized the wrong person, what sweet and salty, my girl's name is Fang Bailu, she is from Jiayan in the south of the city! This doesn't look at me pitiful, and often sends some waste products for me to exchange money, but she is a good girl!"

The old woman praised the girl so hard that it was impossible not to believe that this girl was really not surnamed Gan.

“...... Your name is Fang Bailu?"

The pestle stared at the girl with a suspicious face, and the girl ignored him with a cold face.

The pestle speculated again, could it be ...... Sweet and sweet, this is to avoid the pursuit of the public security, incognito, well, it must be!

The pestle suddenly realized, and a smile appeared on his face, and he sighed: "Okay, good, I didn't expect to be quite good at acting!" Fang Bailu ...... Hey, interesting!"

The pestle shook her head and shook her head smugly, and the girl who called Fang Bailu was full of disgust, frowned and snorted coldly: "Shameless!"

The pestle was sure that this Fang Bailu was pretending to be sweet and sweet, and he no longer took it seriously, so he nodded and smiled: "Okay, we are shameless, hehe......"

"Phew!" the girl glared angrily, but she still endured it and ignored him, and after a few sips of porridge, she said to the old woman, "Grandma, I'll go unload the car!"

She put the bowl on the back and flicked the curtain out of the shack.

"This, which one is this play......

The old woman was embarrassed by the two of them, crying and laughing, and hurriedly followed out, "Come, grandma help you!"

It wasn't until now that she knew that the old woman's original surname was Liang, and it was Grandma Liang. But Tian Tian is too good at pretending, why does it look like a different person......

There was only a pestle left in the shack, and his brow was twisted into a pimple as he looked at the old curtain that swayed slightly in the wind:

"Who the hell is she? It can't be the Zixia Fairy of the Supreme Treasure, it's Fang Bailu during the day, and it's sweet at night......, right?

The pestle limped back and forth, and the more he thought about it, the more confused he became.

Could it be that I really recognized the wrong person? But how can there be two people in the world who look so alike? Hmm...... It seems to be a little darker, and it seems to be a little thinner......

The pestle sometimes shook his head and sometimes nodded, speculating. Finally, I couldn't help tiptoeing up a small slit in the door curtain to look out.

Outside the curtain was a clean, polished three-wheeled bicycle with shiny handlebars and a small bell reflecting the dazzling sunlight.

The car is stacked with bundles of old cardboard boxes. The old woman was holding the car with her legs crossed and hunched over, while the girl stood on tiptoe and unloaded the car.

Although the girl is not very old, her strength is not small, and she is quick to work. A large stack of cardboard boxes has twenty or thirty pounds, she just carried it with her hands and shoulders, and the whole stack of cardboard boxes was firmly placed on a shelf two meters away.

She did this five or six times in a row, and the car was emptied. On the shelves, the old cardboard boxes that are one person high are neatly stacked, and they are not skewed at all.

"All right!" said the girl, clapping her hands without blushing or panting, and then whispered to Nunu in the house:

"Grandma, that kid, you can be on guard, not like a good person!"

The old woman patted the dust on the girl's body, and promised with a smile: "Yes, yes, I look at you as the best girl in this world!"

The girl smiled sweetly and stepped onto the tricycle.

"Okay, grandma, don't pretend to be my words! I'll go, I'll send another car in a few days, and then I'll sell it with you!"

"Okay, listen to you!, come into the house and rest for a while!" the old woman agreed, smirking.

"No!" the girl glanced coldly at the shack, and "jingled" a few times out of the courtyard, turned out of the alley, and walked away.

"Whew......!

The old woman leaned out reluctantly, until she could no longer hear any movement, and then she thumped her back and turned back.

Coincidentally, when she saw the pestle peeking inside, she suddenly sank her face and said lukewarmly:

"Okay, it's upsetting my girl! Let's go, I still have to work. ”

The pestle was stunned for a moment, and then he remembered that he was going to leave here. But now, he didn't hesitate to change his mind, he wanted to stay.

"Hehe...... "Hehe squeezed a dry smile on his face, "I ...... Hey hey ......"

He rubbed for a long time before lifting the curtain and coming out, and said, "You...... You saved me, I can't go, I have to repay me!"

"Repay?"

The old woman was stunned, "How can you repay it?"

"Uh, I'll do your job......! I can learn well!"

The pestle also felt that he was indeed embarrassed, but he had to stay for the sake of sweetness.

"Learn well?"

The old woman raised her eyes to look at him and shook her head: "If you don't learn to drink well at a young age, you still have problems with your legs!"

"You accept me and promise to learn well!" the pleading made up his mind and pleaded.

"Forget it, let's go, let's go, go home and honor your parents better than anything!"

The old woman didn't seem to be impressed, and after giving the eviction order, she ignored the pestle and hunched her back to pick up the old bottles scattered on the ground, and piled them together one by one.

The pestle looked at her rickety back, thinking about her situation, and couldn't help but feel desolate and infinite, and couldn't tell what it was like.

The pestle stood in a daze, and only after a long time did he say, "I ...... I don't have parents......"

The old woman stopped busy and raised her head, was stunned for a moment, and asked softly, "What's the matter, they're all dead?"

"I didn't ...... Not dead. ”

The pestle felt ashamed to speak, and her voice was low.

"Hey, I'll just say it! You child is not sensible, his father and mother are not dead, but he said that he has no parents!"

The old woman straightened up and looked dissatisfied, "Okay, okay, it's useless to rely on it, let's go!"

“......”

yes, what are you? What kind of life is this......

The pestle stood with his legs high and low, not speaking or leaving, and his heart was at a loss.

When the old woman saw that the pestle was standing still, she shook her head and went on working. She staggered and struggled to lift half a bag of red sweet potatoes, intending to place them under the low eaves of the shack.

When the pestle saw it, he hurriedly stepped forward to offer courtesy: "I'll help you!"

"Sensei, I'll do it myself!" the old woman dodged away with her bag.

The pestle stretched out his two empty hands and stood awkwardly, looking at the old woman's struggling appearance, and his chest was filled with sadness.

The old woman put the sweet potato bag away and panted and turned around, raised her eyes to stare at the pestle and asked coldly, "What's the matter?

"I, I'm ......" The pestle's face was red and white for a while, and he was speechless for a while, but he was determined, and he was up to life.

Seeing that the old woman was insisting on walking by herself, he limped around in place in a hurry, and finally sat on an upside-down broken water tank with his heart and his buttocks, and craned his neck to play a trick:

"You have to stay, you have to stay, you have to stay if you don't stay! I don't have a home, I don't leave!"

"Huh!" this surprised the old woman, who hunched over and froze for a moment.