I found a bridgehead hotel at the West Wind Bridge and asked for the cheapest room for 40 yuan, which only had a bed and a sofa.

After Feng Feng finished washing, he pulled down Li Huan, who was sitting on the edge of the bed in a daze: "Hey, you get out of the way, I'm going to sleep." ”

Li Huan glared at her angrily: "Where do I sleep?" ”

She slumped on the bed and pointed with her foot to the couch chair, "No, where do you sleep?" ”

"That's not a bed......"

"I don't have any money, I have to save, I can only ask for a room."

"Then I should sleep in the bed, and you sit in the chair."

She simply rolled over and ignored him.

"Then, the two of us can ...... together"

She sat up vigilantly and tightened her clothes: "What do you want to do?" ”

"What do you think I want to do? Feng Feng, you don't look in the mirror, do you think you are beautiful? I like Feng Miaolian instead of you, Feng Feng! You're less self-indulgent! I'm not interested in fierce and rough women at all! ”

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

Feng Feng stroked his heart and fell on the bed, "You go and sit on the sofa chair for a while, otherwise you will go to the street to wander around, hum!" ”

He looked at her villainous ambition, "Lao Tzu is rich is an uncle", and wanted to rush up and pinch her neck, but he forcibly held back and said three times silently:

Patience, patience, endure

I sat down on the sofa chair.

The next day, Li Huan learned what drudgery is.

After waking up - because Feng Feng said that it was cost-effective to give money to sleep enough, she didn't get up until 10 o'clock. He was in the habit of a scoundrel's bed, sitting on the sofa and chair all night, his back was stiff, and he wished he could get up early. However, she had to endure it and wait for her to wake up slowly.

As soon as the two left the hotel, they began to look for a rental house in the streets and alleys.

Feng Feng took out his wallet, and the travel bag was carried by Li Huan.

The sun was scorching overhead, the clothes on his body hadn't been changed for N days, and the sweat was wet and dry, dry and wet, but the damn miserly woman was reluctant to buy him another roadside cultural shirt for five yuan.

He wanted to snatch her purse—these days, he had figured out what those red, green, and green bills were for—and there was nothing unusual about the variation of silver.

However, the woman kept her wallet firmly on it, and he had no chance of stealing it.

He carried his bag like a fool, and she took the trouble to "shop around", wandering and inquiring in a more remote place, one old residential building after another.

was so hungry that he only bought a few laid-off steamed buns and flower rolls on the side of the road, and bought a bottle of mineral water for him to deal with. He hated it so much, but when he saw that she also drank cold water and ate cold steamed buns, he had no choice but to submit.

Finally, when it was almost evening, I finally found a small one-bedroom apartment with a bottom hug, 600 yuan a month.

After paying the rent and deposit for the first quarter, she looked at her more and more shriveled wallet, the money on the card was not much, and her mouth became shriveled.

He just begged her mouth not to be so shriveled, where would he dare to ask for any extravagance? I had to accompany her who was bored, went to the supermarket and bought a lot of cheap dry food, rice, and noodles, and then carried them all by herself as a coolie, watching her carry her wallet and walk beside her.