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At this time, the sky was gradually darkening, and Ling Yang was at a loss for anything, so he immediately accepted the hawker's kindness and stuffed all the money in his pocket into the hawker. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info (remember the latest chapters of this site for free in one second)

The hawker resolutely refused to accept it, while directing Ling Yang to help him collect the stall, while babbling to teach Ling Yang the great principle of being a man and taking the right path, Ling Yang felt for the first time that the nagging from a stranger would be so warm.

The vendor is a middle-aged man, and because of his long years of open-air stalls, the wind and snow have carved deep wrinkles on his face, and the marks of the destruction of time. However, from the man's bright eyes and resolute Chinese face, it can still be seen that when the hawker was young, he must have been a very handsome young man.

The peddler pulled a cart made of welded iron pipes, loaded with steamers and cloth sheds, and walked deep and shallow on the snowy and muddy road. Ling Yang worked hard to push the cart in the back, and walked out of the downtown area with sparse buildings and into the civilian residential area with all the brick and wood bungalows.

Ling Yang learned on the road that the hawker's name was Cui Shenming, and that he had a son and two daughters at home, his wife was taking care of chores at home, the older son and daughter were working outside, and the youngest daughter was only six years old.

Cui Shenming's home is a neat little house on the edge of the fifth residential area, backed by a barren saline land. Behind the house is a large artificially dug ditch, draining the sewage flowing from the paper mill, the dark red water, full of pulp and caustic soda, even in the cold winter, it can not freeze, emitting a pungent smell, stimulating Ling Yang's nostrils.

Ling Yang sneezed twice in succession, and found that Cui Shenming had stopped the cart and shouted across the courtyard in front of a black double-open wooden door: "I'm back!" ”

The sliding door of the house opened, and a little girl like a flower and butterfly flew out, wearing a bright red cotton coat, and suddenly threw herself into Cui Shenming's arms, and said tenderly: "Abba, did you bring me a bamboo dragonfly back?" ”

Cui Shenming patted his little daughter's head dotingly, took out a small plastic bag from his pocket, which contained half a bag of sweet and sour plum powder, and also came with a cheap plastic gadget, with a pinch of the thin rod in his hand, the spiral leaves on it could fly into the air toy, that is, the bamboo dragonfly that Doraemon was wearing on his head.

Cui Shenming's wife, a typical housewife of the Southern Dynasty, with supple eyebrows and eyes, and a short jacket and long skirt, although shabby, was ironed clean and tidy, greeted her cordially, helped her husband place the cart in the yard, and asked politely: "Who is this guest?" ”

Cui Shenming's business is good today, he sold a few more baskets of bean paste buns, bought a bottle of soju on the way, and bought half a catty of dog meat with skin, and shook it in front of his wife: "Tear the dog meat on the plate, eat first." ”

Cui Shenming's wife took the wine and food, bent down to prepare slippers for her husband and Ling Yang, and went to the kitchen to arrange dinner by herself. Cui Shenming took Ling Yang's hand, sat on the ground at a small square table, and poured a glass of water for Ling Yang: "I'll go wash my hands first, you can sit casually, although you regard this place as your home, don't be polite...... Sorry, the house is too small, there is only one bathroom, we will take turns to use it later. ”

Ling Yang nodded, picked up the cup and took a sip of water, and saw Cui Shenming walking to the door of the bathroom, knocking lightly on the sliding door, and a young female voice came from the bathroom: "Abba is back, I'm mixing warm water for you, it's okay right away, wait a minute." ”

The sliding door of the bathroom opened, and a round-faced girl with a full face poked her head out and smiled at Cui Shenming: "Abba has worked hard all day, quickly wash your face with warm water!" ”

Ling Yang saw the girl's appearance clearly, the water in his mouth immediately squirted out, and he hurriedly wiped the table with his sleeve, while turning his head. The girl had already walked in front of Ling Yang, looking at Ling Yang's familiar side face, her big eyes blinked, and she asked tentatively, "Qian ...... Master, is that you? ”

Ling Yang hated to turn into a dead eight immediately, retracted his head into the hard shell, and refused to turn back with a face: "It's not me, it's really not me!" ”

The girl walked lightly, jumped behind Ling Yang at once, looked at Ling Yang's handsome face, and the embarrassment revealed in her eyes, her small mouth immediately opened wide, and shouted in the direction of the kitchen: "Grandma, I just told you about the guest who gave me clothes, he came to our house!" ”

Cui Shenming's wife's name is Tao Hongjin, who was walking out of the kitchen with a plate and scalded soju, and she didn't know her daughter's words very well, so she sneered demurely: "This dead girl, she is almost at the age of getting married, and she is still so flustered, how worry-free!" ”

Tao Hong smiled apologetically at Ling Yang today: "Let you see you laugh, my eldest daughter is too lively, don't mind if it's rude." ”

Cui Shenming also finished washing his face, sat at the table with his little daughter in his arms, and wondered: "What kind of guest who delivers clothes?" ”

Seeing that Ling Yang's eyes were full of pleading, the girl guessed something a little, and felt embarrassed, biting her delicate lower lip and saying, "No, it's nothing, I'm joking with you!" ”

Cui Shenming smiled: "This dead girl, crazy all day long, will soon reach the age of marriage, and she still doesn't look like an adult!" ”

Cui Shenming said, with a faint hint of anger on his face: "If you don't want to work in a big hotel in the city, you just don't listen!" Is my father so incapable that you have to earn back the dowry yourself? There are all kinds of bad guys in that restaurant, but don't be deceived! ”

The girl was noncommittal, and heard her father say that there were many bad people in the restaurant, so she glanced at Ling Yang and thought to herself, isn't this a big bad guy? So he laughed out loud, his long eyelashes couldn't help shaking, and he stretched out a jade hand like a green onion to Ling Yang: "Hello, my name is Cui Shunying, welcome to our house!" ”

Seeing that Cui Shunying was so concerned about his face, Ling Yang didn't say anything about eating the overlord's meal, he glanced at Cui Shunying gratefully, held Cui Shunying's silky little hand, and shook it vigorously a few times: "Hello, my name is Qian Duoduo!" ”

Cui Shenming saw that there was all the wine and meat on the table, put the unpleasant things behind, poured a glass of soju for Ling Yang, and said with a smile: "Okay, okay, everyone knows each other, from today on, little brother Qian, you will live here in a down-to-earth manner, and this dinner will be regarded as a pick-up for you!" ”