Paper horse incense shop

The couple had silver shackles on their hands, and all the energy and energy in their bodies had disappeared. They were in a very embarrassed state. When they heard my question, they were stunned for a few seconds.

The landlady suddenly raised her hands to cover her cheeks, sobbing.

The little boss smiled bitterly, and in the expression on his face, I actually saw his helplessness and tenderness towards the person next to him:

"We have regretted this matter countless times."

"Do you remember that when you entered the store, you carried a backpack half as tall as a person? It was bigger than what you are carrying on your back now. My wife even teased you at that time."

The little boss said nothing.

The police car stepped on the accelerator. I watched their retreating shadows and recalled the situation when I entered the store. A ridiculous thought came to my mind, and I suddenly burst into laughter:

"The boss lady's hands are shaking."

Really, reality is far more magical than movies and novels.

I shook my head, turned around and faced the few people standing behind me in the night wind, waiting for me, and stopped again.

At this point, everyone already knows that the path to the miracle doctor in Wutou Village has been blocked, and Sister Ma cannot get any treatment from here.

But how can this be easy for people to accept?

The people at the door were silent for a while, and finally Sister Ma said in a gentle voice:

"Little girl, we have to leave."

"If you have time in the future, please come to Dongsan Province to visit. Although, although I may not be there by then, Lao Hu and Xiao Wu are here, and they can take you around to see and play."

I pondered for a long time and nodded heavily.

Boss Hu remained silent and put his wife on his back again. Hu Xiaowu cupped his hands with a rare solemn look on his face:

"Meeting friends again is a happy thing, but we really have to hurry up now. It seems we can only hastily separate."

"I'm very sorry. When my sister-in-law gets well, we will entertain you when you come to the Northeast."

I also gave him my hand, and when I looked up, I saw that Hu Xiaowu had turned around a few steps to catch up with his elder brother and sister-in-law, and waved to me.

The evening wind is refreshingly cold, but I feel it is not as good as parting with old friends.

Especially when there are fewer and fewer old friends.

My second uncle once said that I tend to be sad in the autumn and sad in the spring. Now it seems that my second uncle really understands me.

But how can ordinary people learn from the second uncle’s chivalry and open-mindedness?

I lowered my hand and touched a small hard thing inside at my side.

I caught up with the three Hu brothers in a few steps, and when no one reacted, I put the gold ring into Sister Ma's hand.

Sister Ma was holding the gold ring with a look of astonishment on her face, while Boss Hu and Hu Xiaowu had expressions of disbelief.

I laughed softly:

"I didn't help with the matter in Wutou Village this time. I shouldn't have accepted it."

"You still have a lot to spend money on. When Sister Ma gets better from now on, don't be stingy."

Hu Xiaowu clenched his fist again, and even Boss Hu, who was carrying Sister Ma on his back, lowered his head slightly.

I reached out and said goodbye to them again:

"See you soon."

"See you soon."

I watched them leave and stood at the intersection in a daze for a long time. Finally, I decided to take out my phone and take a taxi to the city.

It's just that as soon as the phone is turned on and before taking a taxi, many missed call records appear.

I have been busy with things in Wutou Village these days. I am surrounded by people and rarely play with my mobile phone. In addition, this mobile phone is old and the battery is even removable. Except for the ringtone, it rings everywhere——

It is common to not receive phone calls. Ma Zi has thought about changing my mobile phone more than once, but I refused every time.

In fact, there is only one reason. This mobile phone was given to me by my second uncle when I first entered high school, and I was reluctant to replace it.

Now looking at the dozens of missed calls from the same source, is this another big thing missed?

I swiped the screen of my long-spent mobile phone and dialed back the call. It only took three rings before the call was picked up.

A female voice came from the microphone:

"Hello? Who is it?"

The voice was thin and soft, and sounded a bit like a throat-squeezing accent unique to the South, but it was not sharp.

I asked the question I had been preparing for a long time:

"Hello, are you Granny Jinhua?"

There seemed to be a sound of clinking tableware from the other end. For just a moment, he immediately said:

"Ah, is this Tu Liubai?"

"I've called Nong a lot in the past few days, but why doesn't Nong answer the phone?"

The other party spoke in a slightly reproachful southern water town accent, but this reproach was soon replaced by joy:

"Where is Nong?"

"Would you like me to send a driver to pick you up?"

I pulled the phone away and took a look at the time:

"Why don't I take a taxi there, Grandma Jinhua?"

"Can you tell the doorman to let me in? Or can I just give you your name and mobile phone number?"

There wasn’t much else to say, and he agreed to the plan within a few seconds:

"I'll go to the doorman to pick you up right now. It may take about ten minutes."

"If Nong arrives early by taxi, tell the doorman the name of Villa No. 66, Yang Jinhua, and my mobile phone number. I will call the doorman now and tell them to let Nong in."

I agreed, took a look at the route, told the other party that it would take at least half an hour to arrive, and then hung up the phone.

Yang Jinhua, Yang?

His surname is not Chen.

I shook my head to clear these fragmentary things from my mind and started to take a taxi.

But the plan couldn't keep up with the changes. The route was predicted to only take half an hour to arrive. However, because the place where the taxi was taken was too remote, it took half an hour to wait for the taxi, and it took about an hour to arrive at the entrance of the villa area.

I thought Granny Jinhua would be impatient to wait for me, so when I got out of the car, I hurriedly closed the door and prepared for a 100-meter sprint.

But before I could take a step forward, a beautiful and smiling woman walked up not far away, waved to me and called my name:

"Leave blank!"

I responded subconsciously, and when I came back to my senses, I felt it was incredible.

The so-called Jinhua's 'mother-in-law' is no more than fifty-five years old.

And age has not obscured her charm and beauty.

Wearing a cheongsam with gold flowers on a red background, she has a tall and magnificent figure, her hair is as light as clouds, and her eyes are deep and bright.

Although there are some inevitable traces of time left on the corners of his eyes and lips, his whole person is like a hibiscus emerging from water, with a unique temperament.

I shouted with some uncertainty:

"Golden Flower. Mother-in-law?"

Yang Jinhua came to me slowly, looked at me with a pair of beautiful eyes and smiled, and fixed my hair that was blown by the wind:

"You silly girl, do you really think I'm old?"

"I just wanted to say that at my age, I don't like to hear people call me mother-in-law."

"I'm senior, so people outside call me that. If you want, just call me Aunt Yang."

Happy second grade~