Refreshing food is more biased,

Happiness is too much for fear of suffering.

In fact, Li Xiulan didn't want to give her child a little pocket money, but after thinking about it, with Cheng Jianghai's temperament, this mouth can't be opened easily. Once this opening is opened, it will be impossible to clean up the back, so let's pretend to be deaf and dumb for the time being.

Cheng Jia'an immediately put down the bowl and said to Li Xiulan: "You guys eat, I'll buy a pack of cigarettes!" ”

"No smoke again?"

Li Xiulan frowned, and said babblingly: "You are smoking more and more fiercely now, when can you quit without saving the old nose money." ”

"Oh, this is to say that if you can say that you can quit, you can quit, and you have been smoking for thirty years!"

His wife's ears were calloused when she complained about smoking. Cheng Jia'an also "worked hard" to quit a few times, but the more he quit, the more he smoked, and then he simply gave up the idea of quitting smoking. As for the grade of smoking, it is still kept at the lowest level.

The quality of tobacco is not much different from that of grass.

Cheng Jia'an fumbled in his pocket and took out the money, but how did he feel wrong, twisted his face, and complained at Li Xiulan: "I said that you are hiding my money again, don't you just smoke, why are you so tight." ”

An inexplicable basin suddenly buckled on her head, Li Xiulan suddenly became a little annoyed, and roared in a straight voice: "Why am I hiding your money, I won't say it directly if I don't let you smoke it, I really think I'm a miser!" ”

Choked on his wife's head, Cheng Jia'an frowned wryly, and muttered: "It's weird, I remember how many dollars I still have, did I lose it?" ”

Li Xiulan glanced at her husband fiercely, and took advantage of the situation to ridicule: "I see, you are all smoking, and your brain is confused!" ”

"Really?"

Being so aggressive by his wife, Cheng Jia'an was really a little confused, and he didn't think about it in other ways at all, and said stupidly: "This person doesn't remember much when he's old, so I'll go!" ”

Looking at the back of her husband Shi Shiran going out, Li Xiulan angrily followed her ass and complained: "Still pumping, pumping to death!" ”

The husband and wife were talking back and forth, but they didn't notice that Cheng Jianghai on the side was trembling involuntarily in his legs and stomach, and his low-hanging head had long been eager to plunge into the rice bowl and never come out again......

After eating, Li Xiulan hurriedly cleaned up for a while, and then explained to Cheng Jianghai, who was pretending to be doing homework in the back room: "Jianghai, you are at home by yourself, and my mother will borrow it for you to see who can have extra white shirts." ”

"Oh, I see!"

As soon as Li Xiulan stepped out of the door, Cheng Jianghai immediately jumped up like a spring, rummaging through boxes and cabinets to find money. But after looking for a dime for a long time, I didn't find a dime, and I only found some food stamps in the box with the household registration book.

He didn't know much about food stamps, so he got two and put them in his pocket, and then reluctantly ran to his brother's desk, and after a long time of worry, he opened the drawer tremblingly. Looking at a stamp album that Cheng Jianghe had accumulated, his eyes were shining with thieves, and he muttered in his mouth: "Can you exchange this for money?" ”

But as soon as he thought about it, Cheng Jianghe's hideous and terrifying face suddenly appeared in his mind, and his angry roar was deafening: "Cheng Jianghai, if you dare to touch my philatelic album, I will kill you!" ”

"Bang Bang!"

The stamp album fell off his hand, and Cheng Jianghai was shocked up and down, and a cold sweat broke out. Brother's stuff is definitely a taboo, don't hit the idea here. Frightened, he hurriedly fiddled with the stamp album and put it back in its original place, and then he still had palpitations in his heart.

But without money, you can't fulfill your grandiose promises, what can you do?

Do you really want one person to hold a steamed bun and let people see a joke?

In that case, his hard-held face will be shattered.

Cheng Jianghai was like a melancholy mouse on a hot pot, restlessly turning in place several times. Suddenly, he thought about it, ran under the bed, pulled out Cheng Jia'an's maintenance toolbox, took out a tape measure and two screwdrivers, weighed them in his hands, and rolled his eyes several times. Then he quickly stuffed it into his crotch, opened the door and peeked around, and went out in a hurry while the sky was still bright.

Running all the way, panting to a scrap yard on the street, he looked around again with a thief's heart, but did not see any familiar faces, so he approached nervously and asked the master who collected the scrap.

"Uncle, do you accept these things?"

The master glanced at the things in Cheng Jianghai's hand, and his eyes were like candles: "Little guy, you got this from home, right?" ”

Cheng Jianghai didn't dare to answer directly, and said hesitantly: "Uh, do you want it?" Then he emphasized: "These are all good, not waste!" ”

The master tugged at the corners of his mouth, took it and gestured twice in his hand, nodded and said, "Well, you can use it...... Do you really want to sell it? ”

Cheng Jianghai hurriedly nodded and said, "Hmm! How much can I give? ”

"Is this...... 5 pieces! ”

"Ah, it's only 5 yuan!"

Cheng Jianghai was a little disappointed, and the expectations in his heart were too great, so he reiterated again: "Uncle, look at it, this is still new." ”

For such a child, the master refused to give in at all, and threw it back to Cheng Jianghai, with an expression of love to sell but not sell, and said: "It's just that I will give you 5 yuan when I look at the new one, and if I go to the market to buy a new one, it will only be seven or eight yuan?" ”

"That's right!"

Cheng Jianghai hesitated for a long time, he really had nothing to do, so he said ruthlessly: "Okay, 5 yuan is 5 yuan!" ”

The master simply took out the money, Cheng Jianghai grabbed it without saying a word, turned his head and ran back, and he was going to be a goof if he went back late.

Waiting for Cheng Jianghai to leave, the master checked the tools in his hand and muttered to himself: "This stinky boy must have stolen things from the house to sell!" If you don't learn well, you should suffer a loss! ”

At the entrance of the alley, I happened to meet Cheng Jia'an who was watching several old chess friends playing chess intently. Cheng Jianghai, who was a thief, was nervous, and hurriedly followed the wall and slipped back home. Fortunately, Li Xiulan also has nothing to do, so she likes to pull her neighbors to gossip, and she still didn't see her come back after her big move, Cheng Jianghai finally put her mind at ease.

Waiting for the frightened heart to calm down, Cheng Jianghai took out his pair of "white sneakers" from under the bed, and looked at them upside down and with disgust for a long time, feeling sad for a while. These so-called white sneakers are really a bit miserable, and the soles are whiter than the uppers.

It is estimated that it can be "white" into this pair of virtuous sneakers, and there is only one pair in the whole earth!

This is not a problem that can be solved by pondering a little caution on your own.

He had no choice but to go to the edge of the pool and try to wash it vigorously with a brush dipped in soap. But no matter how hard you try, the raw edges are all flooded, and black shoes are black shoes, so you can't brush them white.

Just when Cheng Jianghai was disheartened, Li Xiulan returned from borrowing a white shirt, and seeing that Cheng Jianghai could do things by himself, her eyes smiled into a slit, and she was very relieved: "Come, Jianghai, try if the white shirt that my mother found for you is suitable?" ”

Cheng Jianghai frowned, and complained while trying on his clothes: "Mom, these shoes can't be washed!" ”

"Hehe, that's because you can't wash it, wait for your mother to brush it!"