Play Nice

Chapter 144 144: Teacher Jing is very good (two more)

"Look, it's snowing!"

She smiled.

In the front seat, a woman was holding a child, the child was lying on the back of the chair, and she didn't recognize her birth.

Jing Zhao asked the business leader, "Do you like the snow here?"

The business leader nodded: "I like it!"

The child waved his hand: "Yeah!"

Shang Lingling took out a piece of unopened chocolate from the bag and gave it to the child.The woman taught the child something to say something in the local dialect, as if to say thank you.

The child can't speak yet, so he babbles twice.

Shang Lingling temporarily forgot about motion sickness, looked at the snow, and teased the child. Jing Zhao called He Jiang.

"You're almost ready to go."

He Jiang asked, "Have you got into the car from Qiaotang Town?"

"Sit down."

The time was just right, and Jing Zhao and Shang Ling led the last bus to the countryside today.

He Jiang said, "Then I'll go now."

The bus took about half an hour to arrive at Qiaotang Town. There is a street in Qiaotang Town, and the villagers nearby would come to buy daily necessities on that street. When the car drove to the intersection, someone in the car asked the master to stop the car.

Jing Zhao is also here.

"Leader, we got off the bus."

Shang Lingling followed and stood up: "Are you there yet?"

"Ah."

The business leader took the lead, and Jing Zhao came down with his suitcase.

The snow was still falling, and when I got out of the car, the cold wind was blowing in my face. There were only a few shops in this street, and at a glance, the mountains covered with snow, and the field of vision was very empty.

"Mr. Jing."

In the distance, a gray pickup was coming, and the people in the car were calling Mr. Jing. The snow was so heavy that the business leader couldn't see the driver.

"Is that Mr. He Jiang?"

"Ah."

He Jiang came to pick them up in a pickup truck. The pickup truck was very old, with five seats. The truck stopped a few meters away, and a large amount of snow splashed.

Jing Zhao gave the umbrella to Shang Ling: "You get in the car first, and I will put the suitcase in the back."

This pickup has high doors.

Shang Lingling climbed up not very ladylike and sat in the back: "Mr. He Jiang, it's hard for you to pick us up."

He Jiang perfectly integrated into the countryside. He wore the most popular cotton hat in the 50s. He waved his hand, and the gloves were of the same style: "It's not hard."

Teacher Jing has worked hard. In order to borrow this pickup, Teacher Jing walked a few miles at night last night.

Jing Zhao put away his luggage and got into the car.

"Let's go!" He Jiang was inexplicably excited. With the proprietress there, the atmosphere was different, and it felt like a trip.

Jing Zhao instructed from behind: "The snow is too heavy, drive slowly."

He Jiang's expression was straight: "Okay, Teacher Jing."

The road was very narrow, only the width of two cars, and He Jiang drove very slowly.It was completely dark, and there were no stars or moon on a snowy day, and nothing could be seen outside, only the outline of the mountain could be vaguely seen where the headlights illuminated.

It was already below zero outside, and after driving for a long time, Shang Lingling didn't feel dizzy at first, but after sitting for a long time, he became a little dizzy.

The car turned off and stopped.

The business leader looked out of the car window, and there were a few scattered lights: "Are you there yet?"

"arrive."

Jing Zhao got out of the car first.

Shang Lingling pushed open the door on the other side, the pickup was very high, she was about to jump down, Jing Zhao opened his hand and hugged her down.

"This village is called Taolinwei." Jing Zhao said.

He opened the umbrella, gave it to the business collar, and then went to the back to take off the luggage.The box was waterproof, and there was a thick layer of snow on it, which he brushed off with his hands.

The business leaders looked around and saw that the houses were all scattered, basically one-story brick houses, but with large yards.There are no street lights in the village. There are lights in the east and west, high and low, and the mountain is next to it, covered by snow.

The pickup stopped beside the stone-paved road, and He Jiang got out of the car, holding a flashlight in his hand.

"Mr. Jing, I'm going back to Uncle Gen's house first. You can come and eat after you pack up."

"it is good."

He Jiang turned on the light and turned into a fork on the left.

The business leader asked Jing Zhao, "Will Teacher He Jiang live with us?"

Jing Zhao pointed to a place to show her: "Have you seen the house on the far left?"

"I saw it."

"I live there with He Jiang."

Shang Lingling held an umbrella, the back of his hand was frozen red: "What about me?"

Jing Zhao took the umbrella and said, "You live in the village chief's house."

He County is located at the junction of north and south. It is wet and cold in winter, with many mountains and water, and transportation is inconvenient. Many villages are located in the mountains, and the economy is very backward.

Jing Zhao turned on the flashlight of his mobile phone and let Shang Lingling hold the light. He carried the box and the umbrella, and led her to the high place in front.There were stone steps on the ground, and the snow that had been stepped on was frozen into ice.

Jing Zhao walked very slowly: "Your feet are slipping, look carefully at the road, don't step on empty space."

"Ah."

The business leader took one step at a time, walking very carefully.

The snow is still falling, and the silver clothes are getting thicker and thicker. The village chief's house is on the top, and it is a long flight of steps.

"Jing Zhao," the business leader asked on the way, "Can't I live with you?"

"There aren't that many rooms."

"Then let He Jiang sleep at the village chief's house."

Jing Zhao shook his head: "It's warmer here."

She doesn't want to be warm, it's better to be cold, you can hug each other when you're cold, and justifiably do things to "warm" each other.

When the village chief arrived, the courtyard was surrounded by a fence, and two handmade lanterns were hung at the entrance of the courtyard.

Jing Zhao knocked on the door, and the wife of the village head in a flowered jacket came to open the door. She was slightly fat and looked about 50 or [-] years old.

She looked at the business leader first, smiled, and let go: "Come in, it's cold outside, isn't it?"

The business leader followed Jing Zhao and entered the house together, leaving the umbrella wet by the snow outside the door.

Jing Zhao said to her, "It's called Second Aunt."

She sweetly called, "Second Aunt."

The little girl looks so pretty.

The village chief's wife stuffed her with a hot water bottle and asked her to warm her hands, and then led them up to the second floor, which was not considered the second floor, but a small attic, which was a bit short.

"The bed has been made, let's see if there is anything missing." The village chief's wife spoke with a local accent, but it was not difficult to understand.

The room is not big, and there are not many decorations in it. There is a solid wood cabinet, a brand-new air conditioner, a bed, and a small stool next to the door. , the used calendar cardboard is pasted on the wall.

Jing Zhao put the box next to the wall: "I'm going to trouble you these days."

"No trouble, no trouble."

The child downstairs was crying.

The village chief's wife said, "The child is making trouble again. I'll go down and have a look."

She went downstairs.

There is a window in the room, and there are no curtains at the head of the bed, so you can see the vegetables grown in the yard.

"Is there anyone else in the village chief's house?"

Jing Zhao said, "Only the second aunt and her two grandsons."

Without an adult male at home, it would be more convenient for business leaders to live.

Jing Zhao went to close the door.

Shang Lingling put the cell phone just used for lighting back into his pocket: "Aren't you going to eat?"

"Wait a minute."

Jing Zhao kicked the low stool by the door, picked up Shang Lingling with one hand, and put her on the stool.The height was just right, and he could kiss her by lowering his head a little.

Not the kind of slap in the face in the car.

It's the kind that makes a sound.

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　　sorry i'm late

　　
　
(End of this chapter)