Zhao Qinghe originally thought that behind the frivolous young woman, in this impermeable room, there should be a man who was sad and resentful of the world, but he was surprised to find that he was in a tolerant world, and the young woman's abuse could not enter here, and probably could not enter this man's ears. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

So, after being stunned for a moment, he laughed.

The man glanced up at Zhao Qinghe, didn't ask who it was, and continued that the old god was feeding his baby.

Xia Su took out a silver deposit ticket from his pocket, smiled softly, and said in a soft voice, "Uncle Zhou, the silver of the small painting, except for the bag of copper plates just given to my aunt, the rest is deposited for you." That fan will have to wait a little longer, and now that there is a person who specializes in buying and selling, he should be able to find a buyer soon. ”

Zhao Qinghe thinks that he has a pair of sharp eyes and is good at observing words and feelings.

Seeing the woman's scolding just now, I speculated that the male owner was sad, but I didn't expect the male owner to be very comfortable, and he was also calm as a father.

And what he saw and heard at this time made him understand that he had guessed 108,000 miles away, and the shrew was just a paper tiger, who was eaten to death by her husband without knowing it.

Such a man, who paints himself with the color of fear of inner poverty, lives in a labyrinthine alley, and must hide an unspeakable past.

"Put it on the table." The man surnamed Zhou didn't look at the ticket, "Su Niang, the fan should be handled carefully, it's best to find out who Boss Wu sold, and then find a buyer." ”

Xia Su responded, took off the bamboo tube on his body, and spread out the drawing paper, "Please Uncle Zhou frame, it will be fifteen taels." ”

"Zhao Mengjian's "Three Friends of the Cold Year"." The man surnamed Zhou completely left his female baby this time, fell on the painting for a moment, and said with a smile, "This is an imitation of Zhao Mengjian, which is more quintessential than the original painting, do you plan to give Zhao Zigu a high reputation?" ”

Xia Su blushed, "Uncle Zhou laughed at me, how could I be so capable, but I tried my best." ”

Zhao Qinghe said in his heart, Xia and Zhou have different surnames, and they have never heard Taibo and his wife or the big donkey mention that Xia Su has relatives in Suzhou, and this very natural family relationship may be related to Xia Su's past.

The man surnamed Zhou looked at Zhao Qinghe again at this time, saw that he looked dignified, and asked, "In the next Zhou Xu, it is Su Niang's uncle, I don't know what to call him?" ”

Is it really my own uncle? That being the case-

Zhao Qinghe replied steadily, "The little nephew Zhao Qinghe has seen Uncle Zhou. "I thought that by giving his name, this man would be just as surprised as everyone else, and the dead would be resurrected.

Zhou Xu was not surprised, he accepted the ease of this junior nephew who was not a few years younger than himself, and his thin face looked cold, but he nodded slightly.

Then, he said to Xia Su, "This person looks like he can take responsibility." ”

"Uncle Zhou said this, I feel more at ease." Xia Su didn't look at Zhao Qinghe, "this person" now has a smart skin that is better than before, but she won't trust him too much.

Horizontal and vertical partnerships make a little money, and there is no need to dig out the heart and lungs, divide the interests clearly, the two sides can reach a consensus, and the character will not kill people, almost on the line.

The two of them then stopped mentioning half a sentence of painting or money, and chatted about the nickname of the eight or nine-month-old fat doll, and Xiaohua Xiaoyu took a bunch of them.

"Shaft." Zhao Qinghe had nowhere to stand, so he kicked the wooden shaft on the ground with a move, and made a lot of noise.

The two looked at him together, and he hurriedly waved his hand, "I really don't have a good way of using words, you don't have to take it seriously, if you collide with the baby, don't annoy me." ”

He didn't have "confidence" like this, but he called Xia Su not good to step on it again, and commented realistically, "This nickname is not bad, the shaft supports the painting, and it is very strong." ”

Zhou Xu groaned, "The nickname is Shaft, just take the word "baby" from Nephew Zhao, and the big name is also there, treasure shaft." ”

Xia Su thought it was good, but it was a little strange to pronounce it with Zhou's surname. Zhou Bao axis? Porridge porridge?

Although Xia Su said it so honestly, Zhou Xu didn't care, but the word "treasure shaft" was too agreeable, and it was her daughter's family, so no one would often call her full name, so be it.

Zhao Qinghe hit it crookedly and won Zhou Xu's thanks.

So, it seems that he has finally completed today's intention, Xia Su said that he would take the painting five days later, and walked out of the house.

Zhou Xu didn't come out, and he didn't even have to say goodbye, but the giggling laughter of the shaft caught up with them, which made the monotonous world of black ink and blue color colorful for a moment.

After getting into the car, Xia Su's drooping eyelids slowly picked up, as if after some consideration, he said slowly, "My aunt is a prostitute, and Uncle Zhou sometimes goes to her building to sell paintings, so she is not familiar." She is getting older, there are fewer and fewer benefactors, and she is pregnant again, and she wants to kill it, but Uncle Zhou persuades her to give birth. Louzi's mother thought that she was no longer making money, so she simply tricked Uncle Zhou into redeeming her for goodness. I didn't like her at first, and it wasn't worth it for Uncle Zhou. But Uncle Zhou said that he didn't plan to start a family, he just felt that he had a relationship with the doll, and it didn't matter who he married, and her life experience was actually pitiful, and she loved money and was sad and afraid. ”

"Axle is not ......" Zhao Qinghe asked halfway through and immediately stopped, shouting and driving the car.

He is also confused, so why ask?

"Your uncle's heart is like a sea."

"Let's just say he's free." Xia Su's tone was light, "heart is like the sea" is not suitable for Zhou Xu.

Do you feel free? Zhao Qinghe unconsciously clenched the reins, and whispered to himself, "Don't look at evil faces, don't listen to evil words, live how you want to live, it's really chic." ”

After a long time, Xia Su's voice crawled slowly, "There is no need to be ashamed, my uncle is a thirty-year-old person, a sixty-year-old heart, an old monk has settled down, and he has seen through the red dust, can he be uncomfortable?" We are 'young and frivolous,' and it is also appropriate to be selfish and narrow-minded. As for someone like my aunt, I must not bear to be replaced by me, it is all up to my uncle. ”

Well, she'll use the excuse of being young and frivolous.

The girl's reaction was always a little unexpected. Zhao Qinghe didn't look back, but his accidentally crooked mood became easy to clean up, and he drove briskly. When the carriage stopped in front of a restaurant in Tiger Hill, he was not surprised to see Xia Su's frowning eyebrows.

"I don't have any money." She said.

"I don't have any money." He makes echoes.

Xia Su was not angry, "You still come without silver?" ”

Zhao Qinghe didn't answer, handed the reins to the man, and instructed him to feed the horses with the best forage, so he went straight into the restaurant, sat at the table by the window on the side street, and finished ordering, but saw that Xia Su was still standing.

"Would you like to order a drink? I saw that there was Saifeng wine at the counter. He "hooked" her.

She was very unambitious, took the bait and sat down, listened to him order two more small altars of Xifeng, and when the guy left, she still remembered the big thing of silver, "I'm serious, I only brought ten cents on me." "I originally wanted to make a bowl of noodles for one person.

"I'll be honest, I don't have a penny on me, but-" Zhao Qinghe took out a small silver barley from his sleeve, quite proud, "Master Zhao has a treat today." ”

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