Qin Yu: "It's a painting sent by Comrade Yun Yongcheng, what can it represent?" ”

Old Mrs. Qin sighed slightly.

"Girl, I usually see how smart you are, why are you confused at this juncture, the painting was sent by Comrade Yun Yongcheng, on the way to us, he still hasn't looked at the painting, since he has seen the painting, and is willing to send the painting to you, how can he not mean that to you."

Qin Yu was asked by Mrs. Qin's words and didn't know how to answer.

Mrs. Qin continued to chatter: "My aunt is from here, you are injured, that kid is so nervous to send you to the hospital, and I am afraid that you will be hungry, buy this and that, send it to us, and today I sent braised meat, if you are treated as an ordinary friend, how can you do this." ”

"Auntie, I'm full."

Qin Yu suddenly put down the dishes and chopsticks and got up from the table with a red face.

"I need to go outside and do something."

Mrs. Qin stared at her, and her mouth was finally happy.

"Do you want to go to the phone booth outside the telecommunications bureau and call Comrade Yun Yongcheng?"

"What's the matter, one of the students in my class got into a fight today, and I'm going to visit my home."

The more Qin Yu quibbled, the more empty-hearted he became, and the redder his pretty face became.

The home visit is not fake, and it is not false to go to the phone booth of the telecommunications bureau to call Yun Yongcheng.

This old lady's eyes are really vicious, and you can see her thoughts at a glance.

"Go, go, let's wash a few dishes, I'm not tired of my wife and me."

Mrs. Qin smiled and waved her hand at Qin Yu.

"At night, it's not safe for you to be a girl outside, remember to come back early."

After Qin Yu informed Mrs. Qin, she packed up her things and quickly came out of the Kumquat community.

She went to visit her home first.

At about half past five in the afternoon, a slender, long-haired figure appeared in a telephone booth outside the telecommunications office.

Qin Yu took out the phone number given by Yun Yongcheng from the satchel on his body, and after taking a deep breath, his snow-white and delicate fingers gently pressed on the number keys of the landline.

After a few beeps on the phone, the other side picked up the phone.

"Hello, who is it?"

The other party's voice is very immature, but he deliberately pretends to be old.

Qin Yu immediately heard who was on the other side of the phone, and after breathing a sigh of relief, he replied, "It's classmate Chu Yu, I'm Qin Yu." ”

Hearing Qin Yu's voice on the phone, the little third master hurriedly waved to the little fan dumplings playing on the side, lowered his voice and said, "Sister Mianmian, it's your Aunt Qin's call." ”

Hearing Aunt Qin's three words, Yun Mian quickly threw away the backgammon in her hand, kicked her short legs a few times, and got down from the newly bought chair from the third master's family.

Mom finally called here, did she receive her painting and understand her mind? Or do you miss your dad?

"Aunt Qin, I'm Mianmian."

Yun Mian guessed a little, walked to the table with her short legs, stood on tiptoe and put her mouth near the earpiece.

Look at her trying to stand on tiptoe to talk to Qin Yu on the phone, it was very hard, and the little third master was busy stuffing the microphone into her little fat paw.

On the other end of the phone, Qin Yu heard Yun Mian's milk voice, and couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth with a touch of arc.

Before Qin Yu could speak, Yun Mian hugged the phone and asked again: "Aunt Qin, I sent you the painting, did you receive it, you called, do you have something to find my father, my father has already come back from errands, I asked Brother Chu to find my father." ”

Yun Mian's mouth moved quickly, asking her mother like a bombardment.

(End of chapter)