Rebirth 1993: I am not a white lotus

Chapter 299 Tzuyu's mother-in-law (3)

When Yang Deshu came back after reading Huang Yufang's letter, his complexion was gloomy and he lost the previous relaxation. Han Xiaoxiao couldn't guess the relationship between the two, and he didn't dare to make a conclusion.

"Uncle Yang, do you think this elder sister will please Granny Ziyu?" Yan Lin was eager to present the treasure, and tore off Han Xiaoxiao's scarf covering her face.

The two big men in the room were stunned. They didn't see Han Xiaoxiao's real face from the beginning to the end. Yan Lin's mischief made them see what it means to be a "fairy descending to earth".

Han Xiaoxiao blushed, half of Yan Lin's ability to tear off her scarf was because she wanted to catch her.

"Haven't you asked the girl's name?"

"My name is Han Xiaoxiao." Flicking her hair, Han Xiaoxiao twisted her body shyly.

Jiang Qing and Gong Yini held back their joy, this is what Han Xiaoxiao should have, otherwise why did she call her Xiaobailian before!

"Miss Han, if you have time, welcome to our house as a guest. Grandma Ziyu is my ancestor, and she likes fair-skinned young ladies."

It can't be the old demon from Montenegro, looking for some young girls with thin skin and tender flesh to drink blood to replenish yin and qi to refine longevity pills?

Filled with indignation, Gong Yini stood in front of Han Xiaoxiao, staring at Yang Deshu very unfriendlyly.

"Haha, you are really interesting girls." Yang Deshu laughed heartily, and quickly wrote down an address on the paper with a pen, "This is the address of Granny Ziyu, she is a kind elder."

After leaving No. 41 of Sanjiazi, Yanlin kid from far away told Han Xiaoxiao, "Sister, you go to see Grandma Ziyu, remember to bring the sweet-scented osmanthus cake from Xiangfa, mother-in-law likes to eat sweet ones."

"Is this child sick?" Gong Yini doesn't like people who are thicker than her, including seven-year-old children.

"I think you two look quite alike." Jiang Qing deliberately retaliated, and the angry Gong Yini instantly turned into a pissed-off fighting cock.

"She was joking with you, you should rest, go back and put the letter in the mailbox."

"That's right, we'll have chicken stewed with mushrooms for lunch."

In the afternoon three days later, Han Xiaoxiao was shopping alone at Xinhua Bookstore, wandering from the first floor to the second floor, and at the corner, Xiaoxiao found a row of special counters for collections of prose and poetry.

Han Xiaoxiao likes to read all kinds of books. There is Yan Ruyu in the book, and the golden house in the book. Reading is the only thing that can calm her down.

Fingers across a collection of poems, suddenly his eyes are attracted to one of them.

The cover has a light yellow background, and there are three dancing ink butterflies in the lower right corner, and three characters are written vertically in beautiful small seal script in the upper right corner: Ink Dyeing the Rain.

It is both the title of the book and the pseudonym. I don't know whether it is the cover that attracted her or because of the strange pseudonym. Han Xiaoxiao picked up the book and flipped through a few pages at random.

Her understanding of the collection of poems is limited to superficial words, and some poets who moan without illness sang obscure and difficult poems, making people confused and confused.And this collection of poems can be regarded as a strange work among the old-fashioned, with easy-to-understand words between the lines, and even a few sentences are actually slang words spoken by ordinary people.

Han Xiaoxiao went back to the bookshelf and searched again, and sure enough, she found two more poetry collections written by the same author, and the three books cost less than ten yuan in total.

On the way home, I went to the department store and bought a wool felt for Gu Changdong and sent it to the military compound. Policeman Ding volunteered to help her carry it to the third floor.

"Miss Xiaoxiao, Aunt Liu of Secretary Gu's house always forgets to close the door when she goes out recently. Tell Secretary Gu to remind Aunt Liu."

The neighbors upstairs have reported several times that the door of Secretary Gu's house is always wide open. Thanks to the military compound, if this is the house of ordinary people, I don't know how many times it has been patronized by thieves.

Han Xiaoxiao nodded, "Okay, I'll tell Grandpa Gu."

(End of this chapter)