An Wuyang carefully took the four dollars given by Huo Yunchuan, carefully wrapped the two coins with two banknotes, showed a happy smile, and said nostalgically: "When I saw a one-dollar coin, I remembered that I was dragging it back then. What about you?"
Mr. Huo quickly recalled, no, when did he drag it: "..."
After thinking about it, he only thought of that time at the door of the Lafayette Hotel... accidentally stepped on a dollar that was safe and sound
If so, Huo Yunchuan was speechless.
At that time, the person who pulled the bar was not him, but the other party himself. He not only called himself 'Mr. Louis XIII', but also gave himself a lot of eyes.
But Dad Huo pursed his lips and silently carried the old pot.
"Feel sorry."
An Wuyang said, "Why are you being so polite?" He didn't care about it: "You don't know, the first time I saw you, I thought you were handsome, hee hee, to be honest..." He said solemnly: "... If It wasn't you who was washing hands next to me and I probably wouldn't ask for help."
Mr. Huo, who has not been praised: "..."
My heart was suddenly agitated and excited.
Little Angel: "Well, you don't know, I think you are good everywhere, you are too good, it is impossible for me to be really liked by you."
That was the mood at the time.
Even thinking about it now, I feel a little apprehensive, afraid that such an excellent object will be snatched away by better 'little fairies'.
"Don't think nonsense." Mr. Huo, who was intoxicated by the little angel, was first sweet, then painful, and immediately hugged the other party to his lap. The love for him was self-evident.
Little Angel: "Later I thought about it, we're probably the bastards looking at the mung bean, right?" Then he agreed to the conclusion: "Yes, it should be right."
Dad Huo tried hard to hold back his curiosity, not to think about who is the bastard and who is the mung bean: "Well..." He could only answer vaguely, otherwise he could refute it.
An Wuyang was tired from traveling. At eleven o'clock, he yawned and wanted to sleep.
Huo Yunchuan held him all the time, chatting with each other.
Sometimes we talk about the topic of plain water that little angels prefer, and sometimes we talk about small stories related to history.
Through these little stories, Huo's father broke apart and smashed his own views, and imparted knowledge and ideas to the little angel in a less objective manner.
It is not difficult to imagine that in a few years later, An Wuyang will have many shadows of Huo Yunchuan.
Thinking about it, this is the cultivation of the legend, right
At noon the next day, they were once again faced with the most troubling question, what to eat for lunch? Where to eat
Everyone knows that the quality of travel, accommodation, meals and traffic conditions will definitely decline in places other than first-tier cities.
For ordinary people who are used to safety, there is definitely no problem.
But the CEO, who was born with a golden spoon in his mouth, was very picky. He kept disliking this hotel and that hotel. When he made a decision, the meal was almost over.
An Wuyi was so hungry that when the food came, he buried his head and ate it seriously.
It is said that after being full, thinking about lust, An Wuyang starts thinking about the four dollars in his pocket after he is full.
He glanced at Dad Huo, who was still eating, and said in a low voice, "Well, should I go to the bathroom?"
Huo Yunchuan stopped eating, looked back at the direction leading to the bathroom, and seriously calculated in his mind the possibility of getting lost safely.
I found that there are waiters along the way, and there are not many customers.
"Go, be careful."
Didn't hear the words 'I will accompany you', An Wuyang was very excited, and tried to endure for a long time before showing any flaws: "Okay!"
In the direction leading to the bathroom, there is a side door, and guests will leave from here after paying the bill.
Safe and sound, just walked out the side door.
The place they traveled is a small city, there are small shops everywhere on the street, and naturally there are places to buy lottery tickets.
An Wuyang soon saw a small facade, hesitantly walked up, pinched the four dollars that Huo Yunchuan asked for, and glanced at the door.
Boss: "Young man, buy a lottery ticket?"
An Wuyang: "Can I buy two bets?"
Two minutes later, An Wuyang pinched the small ticket that the boss gave out, and looked at it with great curiosity.
It turns out that lottery tickets look like this.
He closed it up with hope.
Crossed a road, walked to the opposite place to eat, pretended to go to the bathroom, and now came back.
Huo Yunchuan, who was sitting opposite, did not suspect him, but was a little worried: "Are you really not going to eat any more?"
An Wuyang shook his head: "I'm really full."
The bowl of rice just now, in order to have the opportunity to go out for a walk after eating early, An Wuyang ate quickly, and now I really feel a little panic...
However, it does not affect the mood of safety and happiness.
He was carrying two lottery tickets in his pocket, as if he was carrying a huge sum of five million.
Although the chance of winning the lottery is very small, one must be ideal, otherwise it will be different from the salted fish.
An Wuyang continued to walk with Dad Huo in the afternoon, walking around and listening to stories that he had never heard of.
It's such a great feeling to learn both history and culture from stories and the men you admire from oral histories.
Two lottery tickets + Dad Huo's charming voice finally made An Wuyang feel the joy of the holiday.
… if it wasn't for the spring rope to come out of the river again.
"There are so many people in this place." Huo's father calmly looked at the crowd, took out the baby walking artifact, and clasped An Wu's hand: "Today is the last stop, be obedient."
After reading this, he can take the children back.
An Wuyi refused at first: "… "
But he suddenly remembered that today is Thursday, which seems to be the day of the lottery!
In any case, people who secretly do bad things are bound to have a guilty conscience.
"Okay." An Wuyang readily accepted the spring rope that seemed to be mentally retarded, and was dragged by the object for a day.
Lottery draws are held every Tuesday, Thursday and Sunday at 21:35 pm.
On the last day of the trip, when I returned to the hotel in the evening, it was only five minutes before the lottery draw.
An Wuyang hugged his mobile phone, hid on the toilet, and carefully counted the words while holding the receipt.
At this time, he was like a serious research scientist, with all his attention and his eyes sparkling.
"02, 14, 19... "
Two minutes later, he put down his phone angrily, stood up, threw the receipt down the toilet, and pressed the flush button hard.
Think about kicking the toilet again.
Mr. Huo silently watched this scene through the transparent glass wall, so cute to the point of internal injury...
"Hmph... Four dollars wasted in vain." An Wuyang flushed the water and sat back on the toilet, feeling distressed for the four dollars that did not generate any value, and at the same time warned himself that the ideal of getting rich overnight was unrealistic. Never buy lottery tickets again.
An Wuyang thought like this, his mind was freed from the lottery ticket, and then he looked around, and suddenly saw the mouth sitting on the bed: "Huh?"
This wall is really interesting, can you see outside
With hindsight, the young man thought about it seriously, his face suddenly turned red, relying on...
Shame, shame, shame!
Until the next morning, when he was flying home, once he met Huo Yunchuan's joking eyes, An Wuyang's face was still hot.
The hypocritical man who pretended he didn't see anything last night finally couldn't help but ask, "When did you carry the lottery ticket I bought?"
An Wuji rested his head against the seat, slapped his hands open to cover his face in despair, and said in a loud voice, "Wednesday at noon, it's time to go to the bathroom."
Huo Yunchuan held back his laughter and coughed lightly with his fist to his lips: "Then what?"
"What and then, of course I missed it." Thinking of the four dollars, it would hurt to breathe, and he picked up the pillow beside him and buried his face in depression: "I won't buy lottery tickets in the future, it's impossible to get rich overnight. That fluke mentality can be addicting.”
Then two pieces of two pieces, adding up to a lot, lost a lot of money invisibly.
"Well, it makes sense." Huo Yunchuan's heart trembled at the repentance little angel next door, and he kept recalling the image of the other party kicking the toilet in his mind.
The trip ended the day before the end of the long vacation, and An Wuyang returned home and slept well for a day.
On the afternoon of the first day of school, I went back to Huo's house with Huo Yunchuan, and brought home Huo Xiaoan, who had been away for a long time.
After the long holiday, it heralds the arrival of late autumn and is about to meet the cold weather changes.
Dun Dun was told by his grandmother to put on thicker long sleeves in his daily clothes.
Aunt Zhang sorted out Dun Dun's clothes from birth to the present, there are as many as two big bags.
"ZhangZhang," she asked the boy who had just finished his homework and had fun: "Look, what to do with Dundun's clothes?"
Children are the same every day, and the clothes they used before will definitely not be able to wear them in the future.
Put it at home, and take up space, it's a pity to throw it away.
An Wuyang looked at the pile of small clothes and fell into contemplation. First, he thought: The child grows so fast; second, he thought: If the clothes are wasted, why not give Dun Dun a younger brother
The terrifying thought flashed by, and he shook his head and left it behind.
"Auntie Zhang, leave it alone, wait for me to think about it."
Huo Yunchuan came back from the outside, saw two big bags piled up in the living room, and found that it was Dun Dun's old clothes, so he silently carried it downstairs and put it in the trunk of the car.
The second went to school safely, he drove out, turned to Huo's house by the way, and put down his clothes.
Hoffman: "What?"
Huo Yunchuan: "Dun Dun's old clothes."
His mother looked surprised: "Then how did you bring it back?" The lady from a wealthy background has no habit of keeping old clothes, but this is Aishun's thing, and she is still happy to organize it.
"It's a pity to throw it away, let's see if it can be used in the future." Huo Yunchuan said lightly, drawing an attractive cake.
The Hof man's heart was about to jump out, and he squeezed Dun Dun's shorts and asked, "What do you mean?"
Huo Yunchuan didn't answer, looking like he was dead, saying goodbye: "I'm going back, I'll bring them back on the weekend." Then he left.
"Tsk, I really don't know who it looks like..." The Hof people complained, but they were still happy, looking through Dun Dun's old clothes.