A coquettish and book-worn man lives by a rough man

In addition to the wedding photo, Gu Jiaojiao and Leng Yuan also took a single photo.

Then the two took Tianniu and Xiaoyang to take a picture, and asked Tianniu and Xiaoyang to take a picture too.

The photos of the four of them are their family portraits.

Speaking of which, there are indeed a little less people.

Tian Niu and Xiao Yang were very nervous and excited.

They have never been photographed since they were young.

There are six photos in total, and it cost two yuan and three yuan.

Seeing Gu Jiaojiao's beauty, the photographer couldn't help but said, "If I let you print out your photos and hang them on the wall, all the money for today's photos will be free."

As soon as the words fell, Leng Yuan had already put the money on the table.

"It's not free."

"When can I pick it up?"

The photographer also wants to persuade.

But the man in front of him was not only tall and tall, but also had a cold face, looking very difficult to provoke, he could only sigh regretfully.

Take the money.

"You can come and pick up the photos in three days."

When Leng Yuan got the news, he immediately walked out of the photo studio with his arms around his wife's shoulders.

His face was a little dark.

The photographer was so scared that he dared not say another word.

It took more than half an hour for several people to take pictures.

Leng Mancang has been driving the donkey cart and waiting outside.

After taking the photos, Gu Jiaojiao wanted to go to the scrap yard for a walk.

There was no one living in the room next to theirs before, so they didn't take special care of it. Now that Tian Niu and Xiao Yang lived in it, Gu Jiaojiao wanted to buy some waste newspapers and paste them on the wall.

This is cleaner.

Leng Yuan didn't refuse either, and took Gu Jiaojiao directly to the waste collection station.

The gatekeeper is an old man.

He glanced at the two of them and let them in.

Tian Niu and Xiao Yang stayed in the car.

Leng Mancang was freezing cold, after Leng Yuan and Gu Jiaojiao entered, they got out of the car and moved their hands and feet.

Leng Yuan took Gu Jiaojiao in to find some newspapers, and Gu Jiaojiao saw high school textbooks thrown there.

At this time, no one cared about these textbooks at all, so she simply sorted out two sets and prepared to take them home.

The scrap yard has everything, piled up in a mess.

If Gu Jiaojiao wanted something, she had to rummage through it by herself.

She found a vase and looked around. It should be an antique.

It's a pity that no one took care of it, and a piece of the bottle was broken.

During the period, she also found a piece of calligraphy and painting, and the fragments should be paintings by famous ancient masters.

It's a pity that not only was it torn into pieces, but it was not known where it was thrown.

Seeing these good things being destroyed with her own eyes, Gu Jiaojiao said she didn't feel distressed, it was a lie.

"It's a pity."

Leng Yuan has a calm face, after all, he is more aware of these things, which have brought disaster to many families.

He rubbed Gu Jiaojiao's head.

"Take it back if you like it, and repair these things when the days are better."

Gu Jiaojiao held up a fragmented scroll: "This is difficult!"

In her previous life, Gu Jiaojiao had come into contact with some people who were very good at restoring ancient relics, but they were all at the master level without exception, and most people would not be able to invite them.

Leng Yuan said: "I will, you just need to buy it, and leave the rest to me."

Gu Jiaojiao couldn't help but widen her eyes.

It's been the same 20 years, why the man in front of her can do everything, but she feels like she can't do anything.

She stared at the man in front of her for a while, and felt that the man was more like the man wearing the book than her, and her skills seemed to be turned on.

Thinking of this, Gu Jiaojiao suddenly said something.

"Leng Yuan, are you really only 20 years old?"

When Leng Yuan heard what his daughter-in-law said, he knew that his little daughter-in-law's little head had entered a world of unrestrained power and unconstrained style.

He spoke helplessly.

"What are you thinking about again?"