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Chapter 253 Coax~
Thinking that Si Ningning brought him the watermelon alone, Huo Lang's thin lips couldn't help but curl up, feeling the sweet taste spread all the way from his mouth to his heart.

However, Huo Lang was not happy for two seconds. After eating the watermelon in his hand, when he reached out to take another piece of watermelon in Si Ningning's hand, Si Ningning slapped him on the hand.

Si Ningning stared at Huo Lang with rounded deer eyes, "Why?"

"What else can I do? Eat watermelon." Huo Lang said seriously.

Si Ningning was taken aback for a moment, and when he realized it, he burst out laughing, took the watermelon down the stairs, and walked ahead first, "I like to eat watermelon and buy it later when I get a chance. This one is for Comrade Shan, isn't it?" For you."

Shan Mantang is Huo Lang's driver, and he has been frequently driving his car to help with errands these days. There must be some part of Huo Lang's instruction, but this is one thing, and Si Ningning, as the beneficiary, is another matter.

Why should I thank others, right?
People definitely won't accept gifts and treats, so please eat a piece of watermelon. The attitude of gratitude is clear. Si Ningning has no burden in his heart, and he feels at ease.

Some people may think that this matter is a bit of a big deal, or that this approach is too smooth, but Si Ningning doesn't think so.

Speech and behavior are both an art. Sometimes a small action or a word can make people feel ironed, and these are often the key points that promote the success of the event.

Even if there is no special event, others will feel relaxed and comfortable getting along with you, so they are more willing to negotiate with you...

This is a way of maintaining communication. Smooth or mellow is fine. Si Ningning doesn't think this is a derogatory term, but he is more willing to classify this way of handling it as the correct way of dealing with the world.

Huo Lang raised the corners of his lips and followed behind with a slight smile. He understood what Si Ningning meant, but he deliberately teased him: "He is very rough, this small piece of watermelon is probably not Zhu Bajie who eats ginseng fruit, and he doesn't know what it tastes like if he eats it in a hurry." ?”

Si Ningning thought that Huo Lang was reminding him, but when he glanced at the watermelon in his hand, he suddenly stopped in his tracks, it seems that there is a little less?
"I'll go up and cut two more pieces!"

Si Ningning turned around and was about to go upstairs, but Huo Langxu stopped him. It was not easy to pull Si Ningning's hand in the courtyard, so he halfway grabbed Si Ningning's backpack strap, "I'm just kidding you Why do you take it seriously? Few people are willing to buy watermelon, this one is enough, and besides, it’s so sweet.”

"Okay, stop the ink, and get in the car quickly."

Si Ningning was persuaded by Huo Lang, and approached the car and handed the watermelon to Shan Mantang. Shan Mantang had a smile on his face, with a little embarrassment on his face. Si Ningning tactfully expressed his feelings, adding Huo Lang next to him offered a few words to chime in, and Shan Mantang took the watermelon.

While Shan Mantang was eating watermelon, Si Ningning opened the door and got in the car. He originally wanted to close the door as before, but unexpectedly, Huo Lang, who always sat in the co-pilot, followed him this time, and Si Ningning had to drive to the other side. The direction of the window moved.

"What are you doing?" Si Ningning asked blankly.

Huo Lang glanced at Si Ningning, closed the car door with a snap, and said solemnly, "Why not, it's too hot in front."

After eleven o'clock, the sun gradually turned to the top of the head, and sitting in the front would indeed get sunburned.

Si Ning did not question Huo Lang's words.

After Shan Mantang ate the watermelon, he quickly started to drive the car out of the hospital compound.

It was quiet along the road for about 5 minutes. Si Ningning turned her head to look at the street outside, but suddenly realized that something had hooked her little finger on the seat. When she turned her head, she saw Huo Lang sitting beside her in a serious manner, peach blossoming. Eyes staring forward, a face that couldn't be more straight.

Looking down, the thing hooking her little finger was gone, and Huo Lang's hand was only five centimeters away from her hand.

"..."

Si Ningning was speechless for a while.

Huo Lang turned his head "just in time" at this moment, "What's wrong?"

A serious "not serious", but also ask me what's wrong?What do you say?
Si Ningning opened his round eyes and slightly tilted his chin to look sideways at Huo Lang.

The latter brushed back his short hair on the front of his forehead, with a slight smile in his peach blossom eyes, and asked sternly as if he didn't know the topic: "What do you want to buy in a department store?"

"Buy a pen and a notebook, or don't need a notebook, just buy paper."

"For what?"

"Painting." Si Ningning replied truthfully.

Huo Lang gave a low "hmm" and asked again: "You draw?"

"No." Si Ningning shook his head.

She knows many things, such as piano, dance, multi-language, etc., but she has never really dabbled in painting and the like.

"It's Mo Beihua." Si Ningning said truthfully.

Huo Lang paused, then turned to look at Si Ningning, the smile in his peach blossom eyes faded a little, as if he didn't hear clearly, he asked again as if asking for proof, "Buy it for Mo Bei?"

It's not that Huo Lang didn't hear clearly, he was just a little confused.

Buy something for Mo Bei, for painting.

Mo Bei said yes, so Si Ningning would buy it?
In an instant, many thoughts flashed through Huo Lang's mind, so that the words he finally blurted out had a sour taste: "This stone is really not in vain."

I bought things, and I got the care of my sweetheart, so the relationship should be a lot closer, right?

Thinking of this, Huo Lang couldn't help thinking of the scene of Si Ningning lovingly feeding Mo Bei two days ago in his mind.

All of a sudden, the sourness in my heart became heavier.

Si Ningning didn't quite hear what Huo Lang said, but only vaguely heard the general idea, so he tilted his head and looked at Huo Lang with a smile and said, "What kind of stone is not in vain? You still have this habit? Then I'll come back to you when I get back." Twice?"

It was originally a joke, but after Si Ningning finished speaking, Huo Lang suddenly turned his head.

Seeing his deep peach blossom eyes reflecting his smiling face at this moment, Si Ningning suddenly choked on his saliva, and stammered, "What, what's wrong?"

"It's okay." Huo Lang shook his head, and then replied "Yes" very seriously.

"..."

Si Ningning became more and more at a loss.

what's good?

Do you really want her to go back and give him a couple of blows? ?

Si Ningning turned his face away, stared at the back of the driver's seat in front of him and rubbed his face in a daze, his face wrinkled into a black question mark emoji.

Holland, it's really getting weirder.

Holland was familiar with the routes in the county, and so were the department stores.

Looking for a place to park at the entrance of Shanmantang, Huo Lang and Si Ningning went straight to the department store, and before entering the lobby on the first floor, Huo Lang pointed to several places:
"There's a soda shop over there, do you want a drink?"

"That counter sells candy, from Big White Rabbit, and some small snacks, do you want to buy some?"

"And over there..."

Huo Lang was dressed in a uniform and stepped on military boots. He was really eye-catching, and he gathered a lot of people's attention from the moment he entered the hall.After another swipe of his finger, the salesmen of those state-owned stores all stretched their necks, eager to try.

"No need!" Si Ningning licked the cuff of Huo Lang's uniform, and quickly pulled his hands pointing in various directions, "Let's buy the things we need first, the soda here is not good, I will make it for you when we go back The one I gave you to drink last time."

Huo Lang originally wanted to take Si Ningning to try one by one, but he didn't expect to be coaxed into Si Ningning, but was coaxed by Si Ningning to pull the hem of his clothes and go elsewhere.

Huo Lang laughed teasingly, "Yes."

Although it was a bit of a surprise, Holland also enjoyed it.

Si Ningning, a department store in the county, had only turned around once in a hurry before, and his understanding of the distribution inside was basically equivalent to that of a newcomer visiting for the first time.

So, after walking around the stairs for a few steps, Si Ningning began to feel dizzy, and she passed by some counters twice without her knowing.

Huo Lang laughed secretly at Si Ningning's confusion, and turned his back on customers: "Pencils and stationery are in the northwest corner of the second floor."

Wandering all the way to the second floor, Si Ningning stood in front of the stationery counter and looked at it. There were more types of stationery in the department store in the county than in the town, but only one or two more.

Si Ningning chose a few pencils, and went to look at the notebook again. The quality of the notebook was about the same as the one he bought before, and it was just passable for writing. For drawing, the paper might not be able to bear the pencil's back and forth strokes because of the thin paper.

Si Ningning turned his head with a frown, and suddenly saw something like a roll of paper on the corner of the counter. Si Ningning leaned forward slightly to look at it, "What kind of paper is that?"

The lesbian of the salesperson looked away from Huo Lang who was next to Si Ningning, squatted down and took out a roll from the glass cabinet, "This is bamboo and hemp washed paper, you don't have to buy it individually, you can buy it if you want it." Gotta buy a knife."

Si Ningning nodded knowingly, "Can I take it apart and have a look?"

There was a big roll of bamboo and hemp paper, tied on the outside with a hemp rope, Si Ningning wanted to take it apart to see what was inside.

The salesperson nodded, took the initiative to pull off the hemp rope, and shook out the paper for Si Ningning to read, "Generally, communes buy a lot of this paper, and they take it back to write notices. I know how to use a brush, but our usual book is too small to write with a brush.”

Si Ningning nodded again, understanding what the salesperson meant.

The size of the bamboo and hemp paper is about the same as the quarto test papers of the later generations. The paper is not as smooth as the later generations. Occasionally, some small bumps and small particles can be touched. It may be because it is mainly used for calligraphy. The paper is very thick and will not be easily damaged. .

Si Ningning thought it would work, so he asked the salesperson, "How do you sell this bamboo and hemp paper? Do you want a ticket?"

"I want an industrial roll. There are 100 sheets of paper for one dollar and four cents." The salesman glanced at Huo Lang's uniform, and explained to Si Ningning: "If you have the stamp stamped by the commune, it will be one yuan and three cents a knife."

The seal does not necessarily require the commune, some special state-run units in the county can also be used, mainly for proof of identity, and some of the rules are actually similar to the principle of "military priority" in the bus queue.

"Next time I'm here to pick up the note, this time I'll buy it at the normal price first, how much is the total?" Huo Lang slightly opened the left breast placket with his big hand, making a gesture to take out money from the inner pocket, Si Ningning quickly saw his hand pressed down, "I come."

Si Ningning couldn't refuse and glanced at Huo Lang, then turned to the salesperson and asked, "How do you calculate the industrial coupon? Do you need a coupon for every dollar you buy?"

"The requirements for each product are different. For paper, there is one roll for less than three knives, and two coupons for more than three knives."

Si Ningning nodded. People who don't have coupons would have to spend a lot of money to get them alone. If you do the math, it's more appropriate to buy three-knife paper.

Thinking about it, Si Ningning looked around again, pointed to the corner of the counter where the paper was placed, and asked, "I see there are red ones over there, are they also paper? They sell round knives?"

"Yes, that paper costs 50 sheets, which is actually the same as the blank paper. Because most of them are used for Chinese New Year couplets and some festive events, the paper should be larger."

The salesperson explained again and again, pulled the hemp rope and shook the paper to Si Ningning. After Si Ningning confirmed that there was no problem, the salesperson asked, "Do you want it, comrade? If you want it, I will tie it up for you together."

"Yes, one piece of white paper, two pieces of red paper." Si Ningning affirmed.

The salesperson nodded quickly, and after Si Ningning took out the money and tickets to settle the payment, the salesperson counted the amount of knife paper in front of Si Ningning, and after confirming that there was no problem, he found an anti-pollution paper bag and tied it up outside.

During this period, Huo Lang slightly turned to Si Ningning and asked, "Why do you buy so much red paper?"

You can still write on the white paper once you cut it. Si Ningning bought red paper for two dollars. Huo Lang really can't guess what she can use it for.

"We'll talk about it when we buy it back." Si Ningning curved his lips into a smile, "Our team will officially start classes soon, and we will tie them into little red flowers to reward the children who have studied well."

The pencil book can be used as a reward for the first few children who have studied well.

Large-scale rewards are definitely not good, as it is easy to cause tongue-tiedness. It is just right to buy some red paper and tie red flowers back home. Although it is not so practical, it can also be used as an excellent award and consolation prize to stimulate the fighting spirit of other children.

Huo Lang probably understood Si Ningning's meaning, but after thinking about it, Huo Lang said: "The literacy class is highly recommended by the commune, even if there is a reward, you shouldn't take the money."

"Let's just leave it at that." Si Ningning frowned, shrugged his shoulders and said indifferently, "This is my own idea, so don't disturb the captain and the others... If it can have a good effect in the future, we'll see what happens then. Communicate with the commune, how about drawing up a plan for other brigades and production teams to follow suit, and then see what the directors of the commune mean.”

Now that she has been assigned the position of teacher, Si Ningning will do her best to teach the children knowledge, but she doesn't want some children to read dead books, or only know how to read.

Si Ningning thinks it is necessary to organize some small games occasionally and give some small rewards.

This is just Si Ningning's personal thoughts.

If she is determined to do it, Si Ningning will do her best to gradually improve her idea, instead of tying up others and forcing them to pay for it to complete her idea.

When Si Ningning was about to pick up a large package of papers handed over by the salesperson, Huo Lang stretched out his arm and amputated halfway.

Si Ningning smiled knowingly, and didn't argue with him. Instead, he asked the salesperson, "Do you have a pencil sharpener? Get me one too."

"Doesn't the hospital have a knife? That can cut it." Huo Lang said.

Si Ningning paused for a moment, then shook his head and said, "That is for cutting fruit, and I borrowed it from the nurse. I will definitely need it when I go back to the production team, so I'd better buy one so that I don't have to worry about it when I go to the production team." In a hurry."

(End of this chapter)