Unfortunately, today this "little God of Wealth" is a laborious master.

Qianqian and the old woman pressed together, but the little guy still struggled hard, saying that he didn't want to cut his hair, as if he wanted to cut his flesh, and the sound was louder than killing a pig.

"Let go of me, I won't cut, hurry up and let go of me, ah......"

The little guy kept babbling in his mouth, wanting Qianqian to let go of him.

This is not the first time Qianqian has encountered such a thing. She held the little guy's head with one hand, and kept picking up the beeping push scissors in her hand and forcibly pushed them up.

The hair rolled down the head and down the cloth to the ground.

It took a long time to cut my hair.

"You see, so much spirit, you have to keep it like a hairy thief."

The old woman saw her grandson who had been cut bald and said contentedly to her grandson in the mirror.

The little guy touched his monk-like head, casting hateful glances at Qianqian and the old woman.

"Xiong Qianqian, I have your letter."

The cry of a postman at the door broke the somewhat awkward atmosphere.

Qianqian is still a little puzzled! I have no relatives and no reason, who will write to myself? With a puzzled mood, she put down the scissors in her hand and came to the door of the store.

Due to the proximity of the county seat in the town, Qianqian was one step ahead of Wu Ju and received a letter from Shumei.

Qianqian took the letter from the postman's hand and politely said thank you.

She looked at the envelope, the familiar font, the crooked words, it was clearly Shumei's words. She was excited and quickly opened the envelope and read the letter written by Shumei back and forth several times.

She was so excited, her hands were shaking with excitement.

She couldn't believe her eyes, is Sister Shumei really okay? I'm not dreaming, am I? The old woman's cry made her understand that this was not a dream.

The old woman called out to her in a daze, handed her the money for cutting her hair, and left with her little grandson.

Qianqian had tears in her eyes, this was great news, she sat on the sofa in the store and was stunned for a while, and then muttered to herself.

Sister Shumei is fine, Bo Yi knows that she will be happy, no, I must tell Bo Yi the news as soon as possible.

As she spoke, she hurriedly closed the shop and rode her bicycle to the village.

In order to tell Bo Yi the news faster, Qianqian desperately stepped on the pedal, and when the scorching sun was in the sky, she was soon tired and sweaty, and the sweat flowed into her eyes, so that she couldn't open her eyes. She wiped the sweat from her forehead desperately as she continued to pedal under her feet.

As soon as she arrived at the entrance of the village, she met Bo Yi who was strolling around with Xiao Youchen. She excitedly threw the bicycle aside, rushed to Bo Yi, grabbed Bo Yi's hand, and was so excited that she couldn't speak.

Bo Yi looked at Qianqian, who was sweating profusely, and looked at her panting when she wanted to say but couldn't speak. Boyi is also in the eyes and anxious in the heart.

"Qianqian, what's wrong? You catch your breath and are not in a hurry. ”

"Sister Shumei has a letter, she's fine, she's already had surgery."

"Really, what you say is true? What about faith? ”

Bo Yi excitedly grabbed Qianqian's arm and kept asking where the letter was.

Qianqian hurriedly took out the letter from her pocket and handed it to Bo Yi.

Bo Yi looked at the letter, his eyes were moist, and after reading the letter, his lips trembled, but he couldn't speak. Maybe I can't find a place to vent my excitement! He hugged Qianqian into his arms and hugged Qianqian tightly.

Qianqian couldn't help but burst into tears, and tears flowed out.

After a long time, Bo Yi let go of Qianqian and turned his face away, not wanting Qianqian to see the unassuming tears in his eyes.

"It's okay to be safe, it's okay to be safe, I'll go back and clean up and go find her immediately."

Shumei has become a habit in Boyi's life, and without Shumei's time, his heart seems to be hollowed out. Now that there is news of Shumei suddenly, his heart has already flown to Shumei's side.

Bo Yi said, pulling Xiao Youchen and rushing home.

Qianqian panicked and picked up the bicycle that she had just thrown aside, and followed to catch up.

"No, Brother Bo Yi, didn't Sister Shumei say that she wouldn't let us go to her? Aren't you embarrassing her? ”

"I finally have news of her, I won't go to her, in case she disappears again, I won't regret going when the time comes."

Bo Yi was impatient, thinking that Xiao Youchen was walking too slowly, so he simply trotted Xiao Youchen to his home.

It's also strange to say, as soon as he heard Shumei's news, Bo Yi was still sick before, and he walked like a fly in an instant.

Qianqian also trotted to catch up and continued to persuade Boyi.

"Brother Bo Yi, you also put yourself in Sister Shumei's shoes, you said how much physical and mental damage she has endured, at this time, what she needs most is someone to be quiet, she has figured it out, and she will naturally come back to you. You might have scared her away. Besides, the county seat is so big, and there is no specific address written on this envelope, isn't it the same as before? ”

Qianqian is quite rational this time, although she also wants to see Shumei, but as a woman, she can better understand Shumei's mood, at this time, Shumei really doesn't have the courage to face Boyi.

She has lost the capital that she was born to have as a woman, if she really loves Boyi, how can she be willing to let an unsound self appear in front of her beloved.

Qianqian hadn't recovered much, and she was trotting after Bo Yi, she was so tired that she couldn't breathe when she spoke.

After listening to Qianqian's words, Boyi's pace gradually slowed down, with a thoughtful expression.

"Is this really that big blow to Shumei? Is it too big to see me? ”

After a moment, Bo Yi stopped, turned around and asked Qianqian, who was following closely behind.

"Of course! Didn't you see what Sister Shumei said in her letter? She did this surgery ......"

Qianqian subconsciously put her hand on her chest, snorting, not knowing how to explain to Bo Yi.

Bo Yi set his eyes on Qianqian's chest, coupled with Shumei's letter, even if Qianqian didn't say it, he understood what Qianqian wanted to say.

"Do you understand?"

Bo Yi nodded affirmatively in response, and awkwardly took his eyes off Qianqian.

"It's good to understand, in this case, you should understand Sister Shumei more and give her a little time. She can't figure it out, and even if you find her, it won't help. ”

Under Qianqian's persuasion, Bo Yi temporarily dispelled the idea of going to Shumei.

The next day, Wu Ju also received a letter from the village chief, and Wu Ju complained to herself.

"What kind of immortals are these? Knowing that I can't read a basket of big characters, I still have to write a letter. Village Chief, don't leave yet! Help me finish my faith before I go. ”

But the moment she opened the letter and saw the money in the envelope, she was dumbfounded. Regardless of the village chief's stupid standing there waiting, she counted the money herself.

"Ten, twenty...... Sixty...... It's pie in the sky! What kind of God of Wealth have I encountered! ”

Wu Ju was so excited that her eyes were full of stars, and her eyes were straight when she looked at the money.

"I said Wu Ju, do you still read this letter?"

The village chief saw Wu Ju hanging himself aside, and couldn't help but ask.

"Read, of course, I must at least know who the God of Wealth is!"

Wu Ju took out the letter in the envelope in a panic, and when she was about to hand it to the village chief, she retracted her hand again.

She handed the envelope to the village chief and reconfirmed it to the village chief.

"Village chief, you have read carefully, is it indeed written on it that I will accept it?"

"S Chuanyuanji Village Group 6, Wu Ju collects, is there a second one named Wu Ju in our village?"

"That's good, that's good."

Hearing that the village chief confirmed to himself again that the letter was indeed for himself, Wu Ju was willing to give the letter to the village chief and let the village chief read it. She was afraid, in case this letter was not for herself, wouldn't this letter be a goof? She didn't want the boiled duck to fly like that.

Wu Ju pricked up her ears and listened carefully to the village chief's letter, at first she was a little confused, thinking that it was a letter written by Zhang Xiaoqin, who had not been home for so long.

It wasn't until the end, when the village chief pronounced Shumei's name, that she suddenly realized that she had just woken up from a dream.

"It turned out to be this dead girl, even if she has a conscience, she knows how to send money home."

"The letter is also finished, and I will reply first if there is nothing else, and the water in my seedling field has not been added!"

"Okay, okay, okay, village chief, you can go and get busy first, and invite you to tea another day, or go in and drink a pot now before leaving."

"No!"

The village chief waved his hand and turned to leave.

Wu Ju didn't plan to look for Shumei to come back, anyway, as long as there was money to send back, how she Shumei was doing outside didn't seem to have much to do with her. Even if Shumei's money was sent from the Hades Palace, she didn't care, as long as it could be used, everything else would be floating clouds.

The next day, Wang Changxing went to Qianqian's barber shop to cut her hair, he knew Qianqian, but Qianqian didn't know who he was.

I think that at the beginning, when Zhang Xiaoqin said that Shumei was so close to him, he persuaded his aunt to go to the barber shop in advance to squat at the door. In order to find out whether Qianqian and Shumei are doing legitimate business, they are afraid of marrying a dusty woman with watery poplars.

In this way, Wang Changxing naturally met Shumei's partner, the young and beautiful Xiong Qianqian.

Anyway, where to cut your hair is not to cut it, spend the same money, for Wang Changxing, who is single and sick, it must be looking for this Qianqian cut that can feast your eyes!

"Boss, why haven't I seen another one of your family cutting hair for a long time." Wang Changxing asked casually.

"She's sick and went to the county seat."

"Then she leaves, leaving the old, weak, sick and disabled at home, how can they live! You ask Kang Shumei, see if there is anything I can help with, I can't give up. ”

Wang Changxing also pretended to be a bodhisattva and showed pity.

"Say! Do you know Sister Shumei? ”

Qianqian was a little surprised, this person doesn't seem to be from Yuanji Village! How could he know about the situation in Shumei's family? The cautious Qianqian gave birth to a defensive heart.

"I know, I think I almost became a family at the beginning, isn't it fate! was preempted by that Tang Boyi. Ay! Don't you remind me, I almost forgot, she's not here, isn't there still Tang Boyi? I'm a bit of a biting rat again. ”