One hundred and nine pounds, and he still has the nerve to erase the remaining nine pounds. Yang Fan didn't want to talk to Thirteen anymore.
It’s a real nine kilograms.
It’s not the nine pounds that the small vendors sell you for less.
The fruits sold by many roadside vendors seem to be much cheaper than those sold in supermarkets, but in fact most of them are shortchanged.
For a six or seven kilogram weight of fruit, small vendors can weigh out nine kilograms for customers.
By this calculation, the fruits sold by small vendors who illegally occupy the road are not much cheaper than those in supermarkets, or may not be cheaper.
Yang Fan also felt very sympathetic towards those small vendors who had no money to rent storefronts and often visited their stalls.
Later I found out that the shortweight was too serious, so I just let it go.
There are always some people who are greedy for small gains and take advantage of people's sympathy to cheat and deceive.
It is not ruled out that some small vendors have conscience, but just like beggars, people can no longer tell who really needs help.
"Why aren't you talking? Do you dislike me being fat?" Thirteen asked while sitting on Yang Fan's shoulder.
"No, are you the same height as Qianqian? One hundred and nine is normal. Qianqian is just a little lighter than you." Yang Fan took two steps, stepped back, and wanted to sit back on the sofa.
I quit.
It would be easier to carry a 109-pound girl on my back or in my arms than in the current position.
"I want to go to the balcony." Thirteen grabbed Yang Fan's hair and prevented him from sitting back.
Qianqian was taking a shower in the master bedroom bathroom and couldn't come out for a while, so Shisan was not afraid.
"Mom, it's my turn." Guoguo stood under Yang Fan's feet and looked up at his mother.
"You don't have it tonight." Aunt Thirteen rejected her daughter's request without hesitation.
"You're trying to steal my dad from me again." Guo Guo turned to Yang Fan and begged, "Dad, I still want to ride a horse."
"Get down, get down. No one has a share left. If you keep riding me, I'll be sweating and have to take a shower." Yang Fan put Aunt Thirteen down.
Aunt Thirteen glared at her daughter: "Grab, grab, grab. No one will get to play anymore. Are you satisfied?"
"You grabbed it first." Guoguo said confidently.
Yang Fan ignored the quarrel between the mother and daughter and picked up a book on the coffee table to read.
It is a collection of ancient poems.
The poet had a rough life and was deified only after his death.
He was poor and destitute during his lifetime, and his whole family suffered with him. But after his death, he became famous and his name has been passed down through the ages.
While the mother and daughter were arguing, Yang Fan was immersed in the world of poetry, as if he was having a conversation with the poet across the cold time and space.
I don't know when the living room became quiet. There was no quarreling, only the sound coming from the TV.
Guoguo brought a small stool, sat in front of the TV, and watched cartoons quietly.
Liu Qianqian had already finished her shower and was wearing the ice silk pajamas that she had kept here as a spare set - a thin, sexy summer short-sleeved, shorts and bow-tie set. She looked pure and lovely, like a girl next door.
Aunt Thirteen wore a silk suspender skirt and a pair of black-framed glasses, combining intelligence and sexiness.
The two girls were not chatting, they were looking at their own things.
One is reading a book and the other is playing with his phone.
Liu Qianqian has long since abandoned paper books. Not only does she read less, but when she does, she prefers to read the electronic version on her mobile phone.
Thirteenth Aunt is more focused on reading, even though she is often annoyed by her daughter.
"Is it really that beautiful? You didn't even look up for half an hour?" Liu Qianqian had played with her phone enough and had nothing to do, so she snatched the poetry collection from Yang Fan's hand.
Aunt Thirteen was a little surprised. Before last night, for a long time, Liu Qianqian had been completely obedient to Yang Fan.
Something like robbing Yang Fan's things would never happen.
Now, the girl's true colors are revealed again.
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Yang Fan was not angry about what surprised Aunt Thirteen, and said, "Yes, reading the poems of the ancients is like having a conversation with them, seeing the time and space they lived in, and seeing the joys and sorrows of that era, vividly."
"Why can't I see it?" Liu Qianqian asked.
"That's normal. I can't tell what's in your mind." Yang Fan said.
"Pretending to be beautiful, generous, wise and virtuous." Liu Qianqian said proudly.
Yang Fan chuckled: "What Thirteenth Aunt said is more like that. You are not ashamed to say that."
Thirteenth Aunt raised her eyebrows and pinched Yang Fan: "What do you mean by almost? Do you think I am not qualified?"
"If you are really beautiful, generous, gentle and virtuous, why would you pinch me at every turn?" Yang Fan took the poetry collection back from Liu Qianqian.
"It's only once in a while." Aunt Thirteen explained after looking at her niece.
Yang Fan didn't point it out and prepared to continue reading.
In fact, he wanted to go back to his room to read, but Liu Qianqian was there, and if he went back to the room, the girl would definitely follow him and bother him, not allowing him to read or work.
A girlfriend who is too clingy is not all happiness and is a headache.
"Work when you are working, and play when you get home from get off work. Why are you reading this book?" Aunt Thirteen snatched the book away.
"This is inspiring. I can write more scripts." Yang Fan said.
This is good, Aunt Thirteen likes it.
Write more scripts and keep Liu Qianqian busy so that she won’t have much time to date Xiaofan.
Liu Qianqian curled her lips and asked, "Isn't it helpful for writing songs? Write more songs, I'll record them with you and give them to my sister."
My sister plans to take fewer promotions and be a casual person after this year.
How could this be possible? If so, my sister would have to spend more than half of the 365 days a year in the mountain city.
Since my sister is around, I have to take a back seat.
After all, she couldn't do anything intimate with Yang Fan in front of her sister.
When you link arms, you may have to consider your sister's feelings.
My sister is very stingy.
But if I were in her shoes, I would probably be as stingy as my sister.
Status has always been important since ancient times.
My sister has a legitimate status, but Liu Qianqian does not.
But Liu Qianqian would not indulge Yang Fan because of this. On the contrary, she would give him a hard time to let him know that he should not look down on the two sisters.
"It's also helpful for songwriting." Yang Fan had no idea what Shisan and Liu Qianqian were thinking. They were eager to say that it was also useful for strengthening male sexual function.
"This poet had a miserable life. He became famous after his death. It is very comforting for people who have been working hard but have not achieved their goals." Aunt Thirteen said as she looked at the poetry collection in Yang Fan's hand.
"Indeed." Yang Fan nodded. "He struggled all his life, wandered around, and died in a foreign land due to illness before he reached old age. People who work hard but don't get any reward will feel that they are not alone after reading this, and that there was such a great poet who shared the same suffering as them."
"Which poet?" Liu Qianqian then wanted to know who the author of this collection of poems was.
Yang Fan said: "A young man full of vigor and ambition, climbing high to look at the mountains, and having the world in his heart. He has been tossing and turning all his life, and has experienced many vicissitudes."
Liu Qianqian rolled her eyes at him, took the poetry collection and read it herself.
Yang Fan suddenly said, "I'm reminded of another poet who was so full of energy when he was young that he shouted out his lofty ambitions, 'I will climb to the top of the mountain and look down on all the other mountains.' He became destitute in his middle age and died of illness on a small boat during his journey..."