After a brief period of snowfall, the sun is warm and yellowish.

The temperature around him was gradually rising due to the reappearance of the sun, and after a while, Yu Siqi began to feel a little dry.

"Give!"

The intimate Gong Chen threw a bottle of water over, and Yu Siqi didn't think about it, so he directly unscrewed the lid and poured it down his throat.

After drinking most of the bottle of water into his stomach, Yu Siqi wiped his mouth and said 'thank you' to Gong Chen with a grateful face.

"What are you polite to your brother, do you want to eat? This time, I emptied several supermarkets in our neighborhood to prepare the food and water.

I still remember when I was checking out, the cashier would ask me jokes like 'You plan not to go out for half a year'. ”

Gong Chen, who was stuffing the sandwich biscuits towards himself, told his own anecdote while chirping at the bar of eating.

"Is there chocolate? Give me some. ”

Father An, who took a sip of bottled water, stretched out his hand to Gong Chen.

"White or black?"

Gong Chen took out a few pieces of chocolate from his trouser pocket and took them to his hand and looked at them.

"White, I'm going to have a sweet tooth."

Father Ann smiled and pointed to the largest of them.

"Can you give me the black one?"

Mr. Song, who had been drinking water with his head down, made his own request.

"Don't take an inch, you guy. It's already very kind to give you water to drink. Don't forget, who just said that he was not the same as us. ”

As soon as Gong Chen heard that Mr. Song was looking for what he wanted to eat, he immediately began to turn his face.

"I can buy it for money."

Mr. Song took out a small hand-sewn bag from his pocket and untied the rope tied to it.

"Okay, one pack at a time, do you want to buy it?"

It is obvious that Gong Chen, who is sitting on the ground and starting the price, deliberately raised the items that were originally less than one-tenth of the market price to a very unacceptable price.

"You have four packs in your hand, give them to me."

Regarding Gong Chen's 'profiteer behavior', Mr. Song did not show any angry expression. He took out a roll of tickets directly from the bag, drew four, put them in Gong Chen's hand, and then took away his own 'goods'.

During the whole process, everyone else stared at Mr. Song in unison.

Some people are because he is too bold, and some people are because of the way he rolls his money into film.

"I didn't think you were quite rich."

Gong Chen naturally has no intention of refusing this kind of 'living money falling from the sky'.

"I don't deny it if it's just a comparison with the average family.

But you probably didn't know that it took me nearly a hundred years to accumulate wealth, did you?

After all, not everyone has the good fortune of 'bringing capital into the group' like you. ”

While eating the 'precious' chocolate he had just bought, Mr. Song made a proper sarcasm at Gong Chen.

"I have true love with Xiaofang, and when I was with her, she never mentioned to me how rich her family was."

In the face of Mr. Song's sarcasm, Gong Chen soon began to 'fight back'.

"Anyway, it's up to you to take advantage of it, like now."

Mr. Song shrugged his shoulders, put the last piece of chocolate in his mouth, and chewed it.

"If you want to refuse, you can't stand someone else from sending it to the door, do you?"

Gong Chen stood there triumphantly, and the few banknotes he had earned from Mr. Song in his hand were thrown by him so that from time to time there was a sound that only paper could make.

"You're over a hundred years old?"

Yu Siqi only began to ask him after the conversation between Mr. Song and Gong Chen was over.

"I know it doesn't look like it, but it's really my real age."

Compared with the-for-tat when talking to Gong Chen, Mr. Song seemed a little kinder when answering Yu Siqi's question.

Maybe there isn't much hatred between them, and it can't be ruled out that he just doesn't feel the need to tear his face with himself.

"But your appearance."

Yu Siqi looked at him carefully, and then turned his gaze to Father An.

The latter looked at him like this, and seemed to immediately guess his thoughts, and said with a smile, "Don't look at me, I'm different from him." ”

"He looks a lot younger than you."

Yu Siqi pointed at Mr. Song and said.

"Probably because he 'has a good face'."

Father Ann winked mischievously and smiled slightly.

"I don't think it's the credit of 'staying in the face', it's very likely that he has secret methods that we don't know about."

Gong Chen deliberately lowered his voice, trying to create an eerie atmosphere.

"Whatever you want."

Mr. Song waved his hand lazily and put the leftover package into his pocket.

At this moment, the bushes around them began to swing to varying degrees.

Then, when all of them were attracted by this sudden phenomenon.

The pipe, which had been parked on the outskirts of the fruitless hills, drove a path out of the bushes on its own initiative, and came to a steady stop in front of them.

Looking at this posture, as long as there are still brains, they can see that it is specially here to pick them up.

But the reason why none of them have taken action is probably more because they have not yet come to their senses.

"Sit down! You guys who always like to grind, do you have to tie you up? ”

Pipe Rush is using Shengjia's characteristic voice, spreading her dissatisfaction to the outside.

"I didn't even know you were so angry."

Father Ann said with a smile as he stood in front of the pipe jet that had opened the cockpit.

"If you're like me, you've been waiting outside for so long and haven't waited for your people. You're going to be as impatient as I am. ”

When Shengjia said this, Yu Siqi's mind even appeared that the scene of her scolding was unusually 'real'.

"So what is it that makes you so anxious? I don't remember any of us making an appointment with you. ”

Father An's face was the same as usual, and his tone of voice remained unfazed.

"Of course you won't remember, after all, you don't have the authority to command me.

But since the mistress has already given me an order to take you there, I naturally have to do a good job. ”

After explaining a little, Shengjia immediately shouted, "Don't be like a fool, it's there." Is there something that can't be sat on and we talk as we go? ”

"Where did she tell you to take us?"

This was the last question Fr. Ann asked before he 'got on board'.

"It's too late to explain, would you like to sit on it?"

Shengjia asked in a very insistent tone.

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