Yun Jianhua: "May I ask Mr. Lu what's the matter?" ”

Lu Feng: "I remember that there is a phone in the village activity room, can I borrow it, I will pay for the call." ”

Last night, Lu Feng laid a bunk in the village activity room, so he knows more about the situation in the village activity room.

Yun Jianhua smiled and replied: "Mr. Lu, you are really too outsider, although you use the phone number in the village activity room, although Xiushui Village is not very wealthy, this phone bill can still be afforded." ”

"Then thank you Yun Zhishu."

When Yun Jianhua left, Lu Feng patted the little third master on the shoulder and explained: "Little third master, you go home with Uncle Yun and Sister Mianmian first, and I'll go to the village activity room." ”

The third master knew who he wanted to call.

"Uncle Lu, you want to tell the third uncle about today, I'm fine, you don't have to tell the third uncle."

The little third master frowned, with a solemn expression.

"The third uncle is so busy, I don't want the third uncle to be distracted by my affairs."

Chu Huaicheng and his wife died in a car accident, Mrs. Chu was overly sad and unconscious, overnight, everything in the big house was pressed on Chu Huaijing's body, Chu Huaijing had to take care of the business in the name of the big house on the one hand, and on the other hand, he had to do the murder of the other two rooms, in the impression of the little third master, the third uncle got up at four or five o'clock in the morning every day, and was busy until late at night, day after day, year after year.

Thinking of the third uncle, who didn't even have time to have a meal with him on the weekend, the little third master was very distressed and blamed himself.

"No, today's matter is not trivial, I must call and tell the third master."

Lu Feng, who usually obeys the words of the little third master, has a serious face at the moment, and the tone of his speech cannot be questioned.

"Little Third Master, you know how much the Third Master attaches importance to you, if something goes wrong with you, I can't afford this responsibility."

Without waiting for the third master to speak again, Lu Feng turned around directly and strode in the direction of the village activity room.

Yun Yongcheng: "Yu'er, let's go home." ”

"Brother Chu, you just listen to Uncle Lu's arrangement."

Yun Mian struggled to get out of Yun Yongcheng's arms, walked to the side of the little third master, stretched out his left hand and grabbed one of the little third master's fingers and shook it.

"I know you're afraid of causing trouble to your third uncle, but if you hide it from your third uncle, when your third uncle finds out in the future, he will definitely beat your ass."

Thinking of the third uncle's angry Hades-like appearance, the little third master's heart trembled, and then he followed Yun Yongcheng's father and daughter home.

The three old men in the family were all waiting, afraid that Yun Mian would have a bad day, Yun Aiguo and his wife were so uneasy that they even forgot to burn dinner.

"Grandparents, Grandma Rumeng, we're back."

There was a milk sound at the door, and Yun Aiguo and his wife hurriedly trotted to the door.

Seeing that Yun Mian was much more energetic than when she went out, her little face was a lot more rosy, Mei Cuiping was a little more down-to-earth, and asked her son: "Yongcheng, how is Mianmian's hand?" What do doctors say? ”

"Mom, dry at the door, let's go to the melon and vine trellis."

The little third master led Yun Mian to the melon and vine trellis, and then carried her to the stone bench and sat down.

"Grandma Yun, Grandpa Yun, grandma, you don't have to worry, the doctor said that Sister Mianmian's hand didn't hurt the bones, take some medicine, and she can recover in a week."

The three old men were nervous all afternoon, and after listening to the words of the little third master at this moment, the big stone hanging in their hearts was put down.

Chen Ju came out of the kitchen with tea just in time to hear the words of the little third master, smiled and said: "Xiao Mianmian is a Fuwa, with the blessing of all kinds of gods, old lady, Uncle Yun and Aunt Yun, you can rest assured now." ”

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