37 [Counting the Moon Wu Jiu]

It's still old.

But clean and tidy.

The old man stood in the courtyard and took a deep breath.

I feel refreshed, and the fatigue of getting up early in the morning to work has weakened a lot.

Before, the old man also cleaned,

He is old, and he can only clear a side hall after cleaning all day.

Yoko is also too young to even lift a bucket of water.

Hit a bucket full, bring it over, and there is less than a third left.

There is no one else in the wind view, so it can only be dirty.

During the New Year's holidays, I cleaned up and fooled around.

"I said that Liufeng Temple will become the most prosperous Taoist temple of incense."

Yue Wujiu stood up and smiled: "That's it for today, I have to go back." ”

"If there is something, I will contact the viewer again."

"Okay, okay."

Qi Yaozi nodded repeatedly.

Returning from the suburbs to the city center, Yue Wujiu had a lot of effort.

The girl stepped out of the taxi, turned her eyes sideways, and her eyebrows curled: "Thank you, uncle, for giving me a ride." ”

The delicate white fingers brushed the black hair on the sideburns, the girl's eyebrows and eyes were crooked, and her eyes were sincere: "I am penniless, and I ran to the western suburbs recklessly." ”

"If it weren't for my uncle's help, I would have to spend the night on the street tonight."

"The grace of a drop of water should be reciprocated by a spring."

"I'm very grateful to my uncle, but I also know that a good person like my uncle looks like a good person who doesn't want to reciprocate and doesn't want to claim to be a benefactor."

"Why don't you leave me a phone number. When I have the money, I'll call you the fare. ”

The driver waved his hand in a bold manner.

He was comforted by the sycophants.

Who wouldn't want to be a good person?

"I don't have much money, and I was going home too."

"It's just a favor, what's the money!"

Yue Wujiu made no effort, and rented it out in a few words.

Perfect.

It can save another 50 yuan.

Pinching his flat wallet, Yue Wujiu walked forward leisurely.

Walk through the bustling streets, remote alleys, and shouting vendors.

Among the pedestrians on the street, it is common to see seemingly ordinary pedestrians, intentionally or unintentionally, raising their eyes and patrolling around.

More uniformed public servants were questioned from store to store.

Everything seems ordinary, but it is unusual.

"You're looking for me, aren't you?"

Yue Wujiu chuckled.

The smiles are like snowflakes, fluttering and falling.

Low and shallow, cold and ethereal.

"Boss, let's have a bowl of ravioli."

The wonton stall owner replied without raising his head.

It didn't take long for the hot wontons to be served: "Your three fresh wontons." ”

A look up.

I saw a young girl sitting leisurely, with a white dress and snowy skin and black hair.

The eyebrows are shallow, but the temperament is scorching.

The young wonton stall owner blushed.

Good, beautiful young lady with good temperament.

Yue Wujiu stirred the wonton soup, and the water vapor stained the woman's delicate and picturesque eyebrows.

In the fog, it seems to be real and illusory.

"Boss, what's going on here? I see, someone is picking up the store? ”

The sound is so good, too!

The young stall owner blushed, his heart pounded, and he didn't dare to look at Yue Wujiu's smiling eyebrows: "No, no, nothing happened." ”

"It was this morning that someone suddenly checked."

“…… Didn't know what they were checking either. ”

Moon Wu Jiu's eyebrows were clear.

Little cubs.

I'm going to play this trick with her.

The young stall owner returned to the kitchen, his eyes still uncontrollable.

Fluttering, looking at the young girl.

With that kind of posture and delicate eyebrows, he looks better than any star he has ever seen!

Just a glance.