The owner of the little native cat was furious, and the stand-up comedy was changed to a cannonball: "Then what do you think? Are you going to sue my cat for rape? Then you go and sue, and we will see you in court!"
Just when the sword was on the verge of breaking out, Jiang Jiusheng's phone rang.
She picked it up: "Hello, Cheng Hui,"
"I'm at the pet store."
"Well, it's a bit noisy in here."
The two girls who were arguing endlessly fell silent and looked at Jiang Jiusheng dumbfounded.
"Jiang Jiusheng!"
Jiang Jiusheng looked up.
"You," the girl holding the fold-eared cat hesitated for a moment, her tone was hurried, but she tried to suppress her tone and asked, "Do you recognize me?"
Jiang Jiusheng nodded.
The girl's already unattractive face turned blue again: "Don't talk nonsense in front of Cheng Hui."
After finishing speaking, she hugged her folded ear cat and walked out of the pet shop in embarrassment.
Oh, it turns out that Miss Qin Ba still has self-knowledge, knowing that Cheng Hui doesn't like aggressive women.
Jiang Jiusheng and Qin Xiaoxiao have never met before, but even if Qin Xiaoxiao is not popular, she has appeared on the screen before. Jiang Jiusheng recognizes her highly recognizable face, not to mention, Miss Qin Ba and Cheng Hui have met twice before. Times gossip news.
Jiang Jiusheng lowered his head and continued talking on the phone: "I will never forget."
The next month after her concert was Ms. Jiang's birthday, Cheng Hui specifically called to ask if she would go home.
"Well, book a ticket for me."
That schedule will meet the next.
Jiang Jiusheng glanced at the figure walking away from the window: "Brother, how does Qin Xiaoxiao know that we are brother and sister?"
There was a few seconds of silence on the phone.
Cheng Hui said: "People from the Qin family like to come to Yin." After a pause, his tone was very serious, "If you meet, avoid it."
She didn't know any of the young masters and ladies of the Qin family, but Cheng Hui really didn't like the Qin family at all.
Jiang Jiusheng answered with a smile, hung up the phone, and just as he turned his head, the little girl with the ball head came over dragging the earth cat.
"Master Sheng."
Jiang Jiusheng was taken aback.
With tears in her eyes, the little girl asked earnestly, "Can I touch your hand?"
Jiang Bomei: "Wow!"
The little girl immediately changed her words: "If you can't do it, you can pet your dog."
"Wow!"
Jiang Bomei expressed disgust.
Jiang Jiusheng couldn't help laughing and asked her, "Are you my fan?"
"I'm your brainless fan!" The voice was powerful and powerful, which made the little cat in her hand tremble in fright.
What an interesting girl.
Jiang Jiusheng smiled and stretched out his hand: "Hello."
The other party blurted out: "Husband."
"..."
Oops, I accidentally exposed my true nature! The little girl scratched her head in embarrassment, and tried her best not to be so anxious: "Master Sheng, can you sign for me?"
"Yes." Jiang Jiusheng asked, "Where do you sign?"
The other party quickly took out a watercolor pen from the backpack, and tore off the denim jacket: "On the heart."
On the pure white T-shirt, Jiang Jiusheng signed her name in black block letters.
"Master Sheng,"
Jiang Jiusheng looked at the girl.
She seemed to be hesitant, her brows were furrowed, and she asked tentatively, "Do you still remember Tan Mobao under the Sanjiu Bridge?"
Jiang Jiusheng was slightly taken aback.
That was four years ago. At that time, Jiang Jiusheng was not yet an artist.
The summer in Jiangbei is very hot. There are many hawkers selling ice water coming and going from the Sanjiu Bridge. There is only one tattered girl holding a piece of cardboard. On the cardboard are written five irregular characters: sell Work hard to bury his mother.
The girl looks like she is not of age, not short, very thin, tanned, holding her sign profusely in sweat, sitting under the arch of the bridge, with her back straight, and passers-by will Looking at her a few more times, either ridiculing or contemptuous, she sat with her back straight from the beginning to the end, but no one stopped, probably thought she was a liar, or a beggar.
Jiang Jiusheng took out two hundred yuan from his wallet, put it on the ground, and hit it with a stone.
"I'm not begging," said the girl.