But now is obviously not the time for curiosity, and finally I was forced to buy a gray "color" sleeveless down jacket (Wangxue sister, a little eye), a red "color" is estimated to be worn until the age of twelve. A big down jacket (Sister Yalai, who didn't choose clothes) and a black "color" hanging jacket (Sister Yafeng, it is estimated that she can wear to seventy years old, and she has no eyes to choose clothes).
Seeing this hanger, my heart felt tight, because I also had this hanger in that world. I asked my mother to buy it. I remember wearing it from the age of eight to twenty-four, from the very beginning. From hanging to the foot to the final tension, I was not willing to throw it away. I am really a qualified old-fashioned maniac, a classic old-fashioned control.
When I got home, my mother's vision for her niece was naturally greatly appreciated. It was both candy rewards and verbal praise. I mumbled that if it weren't your niece, your old eyes would have been indistinguishable from Tongling. But having said that, this also means that I am also a little bit painful for my cousins. If I change to Zheng Mohan, this is not a good thing. I go through it up and down, and open it in multiple points. You see, my umbrella is open in many ways. There is nothing to say. .
"Come on, little doctor."
I walked into my room with a few bottles of black "color" packaged cans. Yalai, who had just been discharged from the hospital a few days ago, gave me one of the bottles. I was delighted when I looked at the label. This is not the famous Hainan coconut. Does the tree produce
"Sister Yalai, are you better?"
"My body, that's it."
Some words are wrong with Yalai, I think about it, and some are embarrassed. For Sister Yalai, there should be no such thing as health at all.
"By the way, what did you say last time?"
"Well, wait."
Yalai seemed to be obsessed with my novel. Since my sister was begging for it, she took out a diary with a new chapter from the drawer and offered it with both hands.
"Ah, very good."
Putting the diary into his schoolbag, Yalai "touched" my head, and when I was wondering whether to learn to cat meow, Wangxue walked in.
"What?" The three of us were a little curious looking at the paper bags that were thrown in the **.
"Bread, from my fourth uncle, his new bakery, he told us to try something new."
The fourth uncle Zhang Xingguo is also his uncle Zhang Xingguo. He is also the master who has been to Hong Kong. We call him Hong Kong uncle secretly. He opened a bakery at the end of 19th. The baker was naturally halfway through his experience in Hong Kong. Monk. However, judging from the taste of this bread, Uncle Xingguo's craftsmanship is indeed not lazy.
Yafeng: "My uncle made bread? Does he really not inherit Grandpa Zhang's acupuncture?"
Wangxue: "Who knows, grandpa said he drank too much foreign ink, let him go."
Yalai: "I said, our Hong Kong brother will not be the first pot for us to eat, right?"
Me: "Hey, don't the four of us become experimental mice?"
The three sisters were shocked, and then they fought and embroidered their legs. They beat me and said that my dog took a mouse. I felt that I was wronged. Didn't I just tell the truth? After this incident, I was forced to swear in front of my sisters that although I am a dog, I will never be nosy.
"Little doctor, sisters go first."
"Well, see you tomorrow."
Watching my sisters walk out of the room and lay down on the bed, I don’t know how to eat bread.
If I remember correctly, these strong men in city t will carve up some industries in the city or even in the province in the next few years. For example, my fourth uncle, who made his fortune from a bakery, will sweep the province’s pastry industry within ten years. The real estate of Zheng’s family, the national chain of Fengshui Zhang’s family, the “medicine” of the Lu family, and the “medicine” of the Zhang family’s traditional Chinese and western medicine are all well-known in the country, even those of the Yu family. The underworld family also controlled the transportation industry in the province.
I have to find other ways to make money. Writing novels can make money but not big money. If there is no error in this life, I will be a big tyrant with ideals, culture and connotation.
But I can’t eat hot tofu in a hurry, and the matter of making money can only be slowed down.
"What do you think?"
"Ah, Sister Yalai, where are Sister Yafeng and Sister Wangxue?"
"They were called by my grandmother to help pick up the vegetables, and we will stay for dinner tonight."
After speaking, Yalai who entered the door unceremoniously climbed into the bed and looked at me condescendingly.
If Yafeng has a natural affinity, which Yalai does not have, Yalai also has a natural charm, which is also absent from Yafeng. This difference is probably the difference between the two sisters.
"Sister, have you thought about what it will be like ten years from now?"
Looking at the tips of my cousin's hair, I asked softly.
"Yeah, of course." After pondering for a while, Yalai's face showed shyness: "I, like Hajime, if possible, it would be nice to marry him."
"Sister Yalai, are you serious?"
"Well, but, I know it's impossible."
The topic fell silent again, and I couldn't help but stretch out my hand to wipe the corner of Sister Yalai's eyes, even though there were no tears there.
Looking at her grief, I really doubt if I did something wrong. I understand that if Yafeng survives, Yalai will always withdraw from Hajime's eyeliner, because I know Hajime only sees Yafeng. The topics of life and death, love and hate are always so cruel. I have an illusion in my trance.
"Sister, if no one wants you, can you give me a cheaper price?"