At this time, Fang Ze, who was still at home thinking about how to continue to fool Fan Qing, really didn't expect that Fan Qing, an older mature woman who opened a children's clothing store by herself, actually had the identity of an online article author.
Although she was just playing around and not being famous, she added some fantasy elements to the intersection between herself and Fang Ze and wrote it in the novel, and she didn't tell Fang Ze yet.
When Wednesday came, Xiao Hei came over.
"Hey, why is there a Loli at home again?" After Xiao Hei came into Fang Ze's house, he saw Xiao Hua Ying carrying a small schoolbag.
"That." Just as Fang Ze was about to answer, Xiao Hei waved his hand to indicate that Fang Ze didn't have to say any more, "I know, my friend's daughter will stay with you for a few days, right?"
"Yes, yes." Fang Ze looked at Xiao Hei and nodded quickly, and then asked, "How did you know?"
"How do you think I know?" Xiao Hei asked Fang Ze ridiculously, "If you had a little lolita who brought friends and relatives to live upstairs in your house every now and then, you would probably know it too. "
"Isn't it because I have more free time, so they like to leave their children to me to take care of when they are busy."
"Come on, I think it's you, the perverted lolita, who is crying and shouting for someone to send the child over." Xiao Hei touched his chin and looked at Fang Ze and said, "Speaking of which, you like lolita so much, why don't you hurry up? I have a baby with Lin Xiaoxin, so it’s not good to borrow other people’s lolita all the time.”
"Lin Xiaoxin is still one year away from graduation." Fang Ze curled his lips and said, "If someone still wants to be a graduate student, I can't let them study with their children in their arms."
"That's true, but Lin Xiaoxin is still a lolita herself. At least she has a shelf life of several years, which is enough for a pervert like you..."
"Ahem." Fang Ze saw that Xiao Hei was getting more and more useless as he talked, so he coughed and interrupted his speech, and then asked, "Let's go find Lao Ao quickly and stop talking nonsense here."
"Yes, let's go quickly." Xiao Hei waved his hand and asked Fang Ze and Xiao Huaying to follow him downstairs, where a jeep had already been parked.
"Isn't the road at Lao'ao Chicken Farm difficult? Why did you switch to a jeep?"
"The road is okay, I just want to drive the jeep." Xiao Hei opened the car door and let Fang Ze carry Xiaohua Jacaranda into the car. Then he said to Fang Ze, "But there are many mountains nearby. When I saw If Lao Nao is in a good mood, let’s go to the nearby mountains to have a barbecue together.”
After listening to Xiao Hei's words, Fang Ze looked behind the jeep and saw that there were indeed a lot of barbecue materials. The barbecue grill and other items were probably placed in the trunk.
"I really envy you." Fang Ze leaned his head on the chair behind him and said, "Every day I just eat, drink, and play. It's the perfect life template in my dream."
"Come on," Xiao Hei said, "Everyone has their own difficulties. Do you think my life is easy?"
"What's not easy about your life?"
"Every day I have to work hard to find something that I haven't played with before. Every day I have to think about how to kill the boring life and live strong with a smile. Is it easy for me?"
"Me, me." Fang Ze looked at Xiao Hei speechlessly, and then slapped Xiao Hei on the head, "Why don't you die?"
Xiao Hei drove the three of them through the suburbs and arrived at a rural intersection.
"Lao Nao's chicken farm is here." Fang Ze looked through the window at the dilapidated bungalows that occasionally passed by here, and then said, "This place looks a bit too shabby."
"In the past rural areas, people have gone to big cities now, so there are basically no people here. The place with the most people here is Lao Ao's chicken farm, and the people Lao Ao employs are all unwilling to leave. Old people, if it weren’t for these old people, he would have closed the chicken farm and left long ago.”
While the two were talking, they quickly turned around a bunch of low bungalows. The doorways of many of the houses were covered with dust. It was obvious that no one had been back for a long time.
"Everyone here has gone to the city to make a living, and I don't know if those old people can get used to living there." Fang Ze said with emotion.
"Those who are not used to it must adapt to it. After all, when the wheel of history turns, those who cannot keep up will be crushed into scum. All human beings' nostalgia for the past era comes from the hypocrisy of fear of the future." Xiao Hei said sarcastically without mercy.
"I didn't expect you to say such philosophical words."
"What is hypocrisy? This is reality."
The three of them continued to move forward and passed an intersection. Suddenly three people and a car appeared in front of them.
In front of the car were an old man wearing old-fashioned worker's blue clothes and two young people, a man and a woman.
"That old man seems to be someone who works at a chicken farm. I've seen him before." Xiao Hei pointed at the old man in front of him and said, "But I don't know the two young men next to him."
Fang Ze was a little bored after a long drive, so he turned on Athena's Vision.
Fang Ze didn't know the old man, but Fang Ze was very familiar with the man and the woman.
Isn't this the same man and woman who we met at the gate of the private villa in Sicheng last time and wanted to go up the mountain in the name of doing interviews? It is said that they are still trainee reporters from Lin Xiaoxin's school.
And I don't know what the three of them are doing, but judging from the expression, the old man seems to be very excited, and he is having a heated argument with the man and woman.
So Fang Ze said to Xiao Hei, "The car drove by. I know the man and woman. They should be giving the old man trouble."
"Okay, I'll go over and see what's going on."
Xiaohei's jeep approached and he could finally hear what the three people were saying.
"Old man, look at this shot. Can you say a few words about criticizing the current dilapidated rural scene?"
"Criticize, why are you criticizing?" This old man looked like a standard farmer, with wrinkles on his face and dark skin. You could tell at a glance that he was someone who had suffered in the past.
"This is your former home. It used to be so prosperous." The female intern reporter said to the old man, "Look at how dilapidated it is now. Don't you feel heartbroken?"
"I'm not heartbroken, the old man shook his head decisively."
Forehead.
The two trainee reporters were stunned.
This old man doesn't play by the rules.
So the female trainee reporter then asked, "Why aren't you heartbroken? This is your home. Look, you old people are the only ones left here, not even a young person."
"The children have all gone to work and live in the city. The city is nice, and it is a good thing that the children can establish themselves there. What should I feel sad about?"
(End of chapter)