Xu Chuanchuan blinked his eyes hard to make sure that he was not mistaken. The other party really wanted her to write meat to compensate for the loss of that deep-water torpedo...
It's not that this has not happened before, and readers have used a lot of tricks to shout "eat meat". Some people swipe the screen frantically, some people write long reviews for her, and some people throw money directly - that is, throwing thunder.
Isn't Xu Chuanchuan excited
No, she was moved. She is a layman, and she knows that she will get more rewards for writing meat comments, but the point is, she can't write! ! !
It's fine to pretend she's pure or to be arrogant, but what should the two women do in bed... To be honest, she doesn't know anything about it. This is probably the embarrassment of being a straight girl...
Xu Chuanchuan thought for a long time, gritted his teeth, and made up his mind.
Love to eat Mala Tang: "I'm not lying, I really can't write this [grievance]"
There is no poetry in the feelings of a girl: "You can do it yourself."
What does this mean
Xu Chuanchuan didn't understand for a while, and heard Xu Xiangxiang calling her: "Hey, are you still leaving?"
Xu Chuanchuan suppressed his doubts temporarily, put away his mobile phone and walked over.
Xu Xiangxiang frowned at her and said, "Why are you so weird today?"
Xu Chuanchuan pretended to be relaxed: "It's not that you don't know that I don't like shopping."
Fortunately, Xu Xiangxiang was simple-minded and did not think too much.
They finally arrived at the cosmetics section. Xu Xiangxiang was picking out sunscreen and asked her opinion from time to time, but Xu Chuanchuan answered absentmindedly.
She took time to look at her phone and found no unread messages. The other party seemed to be ignoring her.
Aren't you angry
angry
nonexistent.
Murong Shi threw down her phone and forgot about it. After she washed and changed her clothes, she found that the room was quiet when she went downstairs.
Murong Mingshu is not here.
There is some meat porridge in the kitchen, and there is still residual warmth. There is a plate of fried green vegetables in the refrigerator. The colors are bright, but they are not shiny. At a glance, you can tell that Murong Mingshu personally fried them. Since the old lady became a Buddhist, her diet was as light as a monk.
After sleeping for such a long time, I was already very hungry, and Murong Shi was not particular about it, so she took it out and dealt with it casually.
While eating, she called Murong Mingshu, and the call was quickly connected. She asked straight to the point, "Where are you?"
"Are you awake? Xiao He and I came out to pick up someone and we'll be home soon."
"Pick up? Who?"
"You'll find out later."
so mysterious
Murong Shi suddenly became curious.
Murong Mingshu said "immediately", but she didn't make her wait too long. A few minutes later, there was movement outside the door.
Murong Shi was almost done eating, she wiped her mouth and walked over to open the door, but she didn't expect that it was a strange woman who was meeting her.
The woman looked in her fifties, with dark skin, yellow hair, bright eyes, and dressed like a farmer who had just come out of the field.
"you are… "
The woman grinned at her and said, "Are you Xiao Shi? You've grown up so much, and you're more beautiful than when you were young."
Murong Shi was slightly surprised. Hearing this, this person has seen her before
"This is your Aunt Lian, don't you remember?" Murong Mingshu interjected.
Murong Shi looked at the woman's face, but after looking at it for a long time, she still had no impression...
Murong Mingshu added, "Don't block Xiaoshi, Xiaohe wants to go in and put things."
It was only then that Murong Shi noticed the driver standing at the back. He was carrying several sacks in his hands and a large luggage bag on his back. He was "burdened", which didn't match his image of suits and shoes at all.
Murong Shi opened the door.
Xiao He was the first to walk in, followed by Murong Mingshu and the strange woman.
Looking at the clean floor, the woman felt a little cramped. Not knowing what Murong Mingshu said to her, the woman smiled honestly, rubbed her sandals outside the door, and walked in.
The woman was like Grandma Liu who entered the Grand View Garden for the first time. She looked at the bright room curiously, her eyes were full of surprise and envy, and she spoke a dialect that Murong Shi could not understand.
Murong Shi asked Murong Mingshu quietly, "Mom, who is it?"
Murong Mingshu smiled and said, "You have a really bad memory. Aunt Lian, the sister I grew up with, she hugged you when you were five years old."
Murong Shi said embarrassingly, "It's all twenty years ago, how can I still remember."
However, after Murong Mingshu's reminder, Murong Shi had a little impression of Aunt Lian. I remember one time, Murong Mingshu said to her: "Your aunt Lian is not easy, her husband died early, she worked hard to raise two college students, and she contracted dozens of acres of land to grow crops. She is a capable woman."
While Aunt Lian was going to take a bath, Murong Mingshu explained to her: "Aunt Zhang, I gave her a sum of money and dismissed her. In the future, Aunt Lian will work in our house, and I can follow her when you are not at home. say something."
Although Murong Mingshu had a smile on her face, Murong Shi could only see a little sadness. She thought about it and said, "Mom, I..."
Murong Mingshu stopped her: "You don't have to feel guilty, it's your mother who is sorry for you. You are a young lady, you should go out and walk with friends more often. In the future, with your Aunt Lian with me, you don't have to come back after work every day to watch over me. This old woman. Life is too short to have fun."
Murong Shi laughed out loud and said, "You know that life is too short, why don't you have fun?"
Murong Mingshu sighed and said, "I am happy to see that you are doing well. As for the flowery world outside, I am not interested, it is better to pray to Buddha more."
Murong Shi inherited Murong Mingshu's beauty and more like her father Sun An in character. Murong Mingshu looked docile, but she was actually very stubborn, and Murong Shi knew that she could not persuade her.
For a moment of silence, the two were attracted by a strange movement.
Murong Shi looked at the kitchen quickly: "What sound?"
"It should be a chicken."
"chicken?"
Murong Shi followed Murong Mingshu to the kitchen door, startled by the scene in front of her.
I saw a fat chicken with a snow-white body and a black cockscomb burrowing out of the sack that bound it, flapping its wings and struggling on the ground. If it weren't for the two legs being tied, I'm afraid this kitchen would have been scourged by it long ago.
The chickens raised in the countryside are full of fighting power. Neither of them dared to step forward. They looked at each other for a while. Murong Mingshu said, "Let's do it when Aunt Lian comes out."
Murong Shi was puzzled: "Why did she bring the chicken?"
Murong Mingshu smiled and said, "Your Aunt Lian heard that you were sick some time ago and knew that you like to drink black chicken soup, so she brought it from home and said it was to nourish your body."
Murong Shi: "..." She doesn't have anything to do with black chicken soup without confinement
After closing the kitchen door and letting the black chicken flutter inside, the two returned to the living room.
On the coffee table was a brand-new old phone, and Murong Mingshu pointed to it and explained, "Just because you brought those things, your wallet and mobile phone were stolen on the way Aunt Lian came, and this mobile phone was when we came back. I took her to buy it, and I wanted to buy her a smartphone, but she said she wouldn't use it."
Murong Shi was stunned for a moment, and quickly asked, "Have you called the police?"
"I didn't lose any money. Her ID card has already expired and she didn't apply for it, so she didn't call the police." Murong Mingshu paused, "Fortunately, I met a kind passerby, your Aunt Lian borrowed someone else's mobile phone to call me. or she wouldn't be able to receive her today."
Murong Shi didn't expect that there would be this one in the middle. She picked up the old man and looked at it, and said, "There are not many people doing good deeds now."
"No."
…
After walking around for an afternoon, Xu Chuanchuan's legs were about to die. After she went back, she slumped on the bed and didn't want to take a bath or write letters.
Xu Xiangxiang was in a good mood. She coaxed Xu Chuanchuan to buy her a lot of good things by acting cute and coquettish. Now she is trying her new nail polish with joy.
The pungent smell filled the whole room, Xu Chuanchuan said weakly, "Can you go back to school and apply it again?"
Xu Xiangxiang: "No."
Xu Chuanchuan: "..."
Not having the strength to quarrel with her, Xu Chuanchuan took out his mobile phone and saw An Ji's reply: "If you don't want to offend her, then write to her. You don't really intend to refund her, do you? There is no shortage of money, you return the money to her, she thinks that you look down on her, and will give you a negative score when you get angry, and see where you go to cry."
Xu Chuanchuan: "Don't scare me [horrified]"
An Ji: "Who scare you, she once gave Xiangcheng a burden, right? She was scolded and turned her head to throw thunder at you. It's not surprising that a self-willed local tyrant with unpredictable behavior like her does anything. "
Xu Chuanchuan was indifferent.
A few minutes later, Xu Xiangxiang had finished applying a layer of nail polish and raised her hands in a smug place.
Xu Chuanchuan rolled his eyes, stood up, and was about to take a bath when he heard a "ding dong" sound.
Anji: "It's over, I got slapped in the face, this local tyrant is really willful! [Picture] [Picture]"
Xu Chuanchuan didn't know why, so he clicked on the two pictures in turn, stunned.
The two pictures are banners for throwing deep-water torpedoes. Passerby A and her pseudonym occupy the top five positions. Passer-by A unexpectedly threw five deep-water torpedoes at her!
This time, without waiting for Xu Chuanchuan to ask questions, An Ji said, "I still vote for "She is Sweet". It seems that this local tyrant likes this novel very much."
Xu Chuanchuan quickly opened the Jinjiang APP and opened the novel "She's Sweet". Sure enough, in the comment area, he saw the record of passerby A throwing mines at her.
Passerby A also left a few words on the last mine throwing record: "The author is a great and good person."
Xu Chuanchuan: "???"