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Chapter 345 Will Be Ling Jue Ding
One hundred and nine catties, I am ashamed to erase the nine catties, Yang Fan doesn't want to talk to Shisan anymore.

It's a real nine catties.

It's not the nine catties of small traders who are short and short.

Many roadside vendors seem to sell fruits at a unit price that is much cheaper than supermarkets, but in fact most of them will be short catties or taels short.

For six or seven catties of fruit, small vendors can weigh out nine catties for customers.

Calculated in this way, the fruits sold by small traders who illegally occupy the road are not much cheaper than supermarkets, or even not cheap.

Yang Fan also had great sympathy for those small traders who had no money to rent a storefront, and often visited their stalls.

Later, I found that short catties and two short catties were too serious, so I just let it go.

There are always some people who are greedy for petty gain and take advantage of people's sympathy to deceive and deceive.

It is not ruled out that some small traders speak conscience, but just like beggars, people can no longer tell who is the one who really needs help.

"Why don't you talk? Don't you think I'm fat?" Thirteen sat on Yang Fan's shoulder and asked.

"No, are you as tall as Qianqian? One hundred and nine is normal, and Qianqian is a little lighter than you." Yang Fan took two steps, stepped back, and wanted to sit back on the sofa.

Quit doing it.

A girl who weighs one hundred and nine pounds, no matter whether she is carrying her or hugging her, is easier than her current position.

"I want to go to the balcony." Thirteen grabbed Yang Fan's hair, preventing him from sitting back.

Qianqian was taking a shower in the bathroom of the master bedroom, and she wouldn't be able to come out for a while, Shisan wasn't afraid.

"Mom, it's my turn." Guoguo stood under Yang Fan's feet, looking up at her mother.

"You are gone tonight." Aunt Thirteen refused her daughter's request without hesitation.

"He stole Dad from me again." Guoguo turned to beg Yang Fan, "Dad, I still want to ride a horse."

"Come down, no one will have a share. If I ride again, I will sweat and have to take a shower." Yang Fan put Aunt Thirteen down.

Thirteenth Aunt glared at her daughter angrily: "Scramble, grab, grab, nobody has to play anymore. Are you satisfied?"

"You were the one who grabbed it first." Guoguo said confidently.

Yang Fan didn't care about 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 he became a god after his death.

He was impoverished during his lifetime, and his family suffered along with him. After his death, his reputation spread far and wide, and has been passed down through the ages.

The mother and daughter quarreled, while Yang Fan was immersed in the world of poetry, as if talking to the poet through a cold time and space.

In the living room, I don't know when it quieted down, there was no quarrel, only the voice from the TV.

Guoguo moved the small bench, sat in front of the TV, and watched cartoons quietly.

Liu Qianqian had already come out of the shower, wearing the ice silk pajamas that had been left here for a long time as a spare - summer thin sexy short-sleeved shorts shorts bowknot suit, pure and lovely, the girl next door.

Aunt Thirteen is wearing a silk suspender dress with black framed eyes, which is both intellectual and sexy.

The two women were not chatting, they were looking at their own things.

One reads a book and the other plays with a mobile phone.

Liu Qianqian has long since left paper books. Not only do she seldom read books, but when she reads, she prefers to read electronic versions on her mobile phone.

Thirteenth Aunt read the book more calmly, although she was often angry with her daughter.

"Is it so beautiful that you haven't looked up for half an hour?" Liu Qianqian had enough of playing with her mobile phone 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 was obedient to Yang Fan.

There will never be such a thing as grabbing Yang Fan's things.

Now, the girl has shown her true colors again.

what happened?

Yang Fan was not angry about what surprised Aunt Shisan, and said, "Yes, reading the poems of the ancients is like talking to them, seeing the time and space they are in, and seeing the joys, sorrows, sorrows and joys of that era. It is so vivid."

"Why can't I see it?" Liu Qianqian asked.

"Normal, I can't see what you're pretending to be in your head." Yang Fan said.

"Pretend to be beautiful and generous, as well as wise and virtuous." Liu Qianqian said triumphantly.

Yang Fan chuckled: "Aunt Shisan said that's pretty much the same thing, so you have the nerve to say that."

Aunt Thirteen raised her eyebrows and pinched Yang Fan: "What does it mean? 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 back the collection of poems from Liu Qianqian.

"Only once in a while." Aunt Thirteen said, looking at her niece.

Yang Fan didn't point it out, and was going to continue reading.

In fact, he wanted to go back to the house to read, but Liu Qianqian was there, and the girl must have followed him when he went back to the house to torment him, preventing him from reading or working.

A girlfriend who is too clingy is not always happy, it is a headache.

"Work while you're at work, play whatever you want when you get home from get off work, what book to read?" Aunt Thirteen snatched the book.

"Looking at this is inspiring, you can write more scripts." Yang Fan said.

This is good, Aunt Thirteen likes it.

If you write more scripts and keep Liu Qianqian busy, you won't have so much time to fall in love with Xiaofan.

Liu Qianqian pursed her lips and asked, "Isn't it helpful for songwriting? Write more songs, and I'll record them with you and give them to my sister."

My sister has a plan that after this year, she will run less notices and become a salted fish.

How can this work? In that case, my sister would have to stay in the mountain city for more than half of the 360 ​​five days a year.

With my sister here, I can only retreat to the second line.

After all, in front of her sister, it's not good for her to be intimate with Yang Fan.

If you hold an arm, you may have to consider your sister's feelings.

My sister is very stingy.

But if it were me, I might be as stingy as my sister.

Fame has always been important since ancient times.

My sister has a title, but Liu Qianqian doesn't.

But Liu Qianqian will not accommodate Yang Fan because of this, on the contrary, she has to toss him a bit to let him know that he cannot look down on the two sisters.

"It's also helpful for songwriting." Yang Fan didn't know Shisan and Liu Qianqian's little ninety-nine, so he wished to say that it was also useful for aphrodisiac.

"This poet is quite miserable. He became famous after his death. For those who have been working hard but have no ambitions, it is very comforting to read." Thirteenth Aunt looked at the poetry collection in Yang Fan's hand.

"Indeed." Yang Fan nodded: "In the end, he struggled all his life, was displaced, and was plagued by many diseases before he reached old age, and died in a foreign land. People who work hard but don't get rewards will feel that they are not alone, and there have been such great achievements. A poet feels pity for himself."

"Which poet?" Liu Qianqian wanted to know who the author of this collection of poems was.

Yang Fan said: "A young man who is full of vigor, climbs high and looks at the mountains, and has the world in mind. He has been tossing and going all his life, full of vicissitudes."

Liu Qianqian rolled his eyes at him, brought the poetry collection over, and read it by herself.

Yang Fan suddenly said: "I think of another poet. When he was young, he shouted with high spirits, 'I will be the top of the mountain, and I will see the mountains and small'. He was middle-aged and died of illness on a small boat during the journey..."

(End of this chapter)