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Zheng Ling shook her head and waved her hand, "no, no, no," reached out and grabbed ye'er's shoulder and said sincerely, "ye'er, you lent me money to open this studio. I said to buy shares for you at first, but you refused. I've always wanted to help you, but I've helped you every time. If I can do my best about Si Jie, I'll be more comfortable. "

Ye'er refused to accept anything. Zheng Ling jumped down from the table and started a fire, "Yun ye'er! Our family has been doing well. Why are you so stubborn? "

At this time, the open door was pushed open. The visitor was mother Zheng. When she saw the smile on ye'er's face, she piled it into the corners of her eyes, "ye'er, it's great that you're here. At noon, my aunt cooked bamboo shoot tip stew and ate it together."

As soon as mother Zheng turned around and carried ye'er on her back, she gave Zheng Ling a fierce stare.

Zheng Ling was extremely embarrassed.

Zheng Ling wanted to pretend she didn't see it, but her mother Zheng pulled it inside. She could only give ye er a sorry smile. Zheng's mother smiled attentively at ye'er, "ye'er, wait for your aunt and say a few words to Ling Ling“

Ye Er smiled and nodded, and then heard Zheng Ling trying to lower his voice, "Mom, what are you doing?"

"What am I doing? If I don't come, do you have to give this studio to others? Ah? "

Zheng Ling was depressed. "Why did you send it? I just give ye'er some shares so that she can have income and Si Jie's problem can be solved. "

Mother Zheng "bah" said, "give me some shares? Ah? It's so easy to say. Don't think your mother doesn't understand me without reading. Are shares given casually? You have to pay dividends to her every year. I'm your mother. Why are you so kind to me? Ah? "

Zheng Lingli was strong, "now ye'er needs money. Money can help her. There's nothing wrong."

"Can you help the cloud family? Half a year ago, you forgot that you were approached by the Bureau of industry, commerce, taxation, fire and labor. I told you that it must be the bad luck brought by Yun ye'er. You still argue! You won't have any porridge to drink at that time. I think you can fill your skills with something! "

"Mom, have you forgotten how I got up? You can't afford it before I finish my freshman year in senior high school. Even people who find a job of $800 think I don't have a diploma. If ye Er hadn't lent me money at that time, we would still have to live on subsistence allowances and have money to buy a house and a car? Mom, you can't forget your roots and be ungrateful! "

Zheng Ling's heartfelt words did not move Zheng's mother. Instead, her words were sharp and deliberately looked out. Her voice was not weak, "forget your origin? Forget what book? Didn't you give her the money back? It's not her money. Besides, is it just money to open this studio? Your mother, I help you save money from morning to night every day. At the beginning, who did the sanitation and who was cooking for your employees? Is it all her fault? People lend you money. They pity you. What was a million dollars to her before? Just give alms to beggars. People used to give you alms. Now you have the ability to turn around and give to her? People don't necessarily appreciate you. "

"Bang Dang ~" there was a sound of objects landing outside.

"Mom, stop!" Zheng Ling's face changed greatly. She quickly walked out of the room and found that there was no one outside. She turned and looked at her mother and shouted impolitely, "you've gone too far! Why is the kind help of others so unbearable when it comes to your mouth? You think you're doing well now. It's all your own ability. I tell you, three poor and three rich are not old, and Ye Er can't be like this all his life! You always ask for help, just like before! "

"You eat inside out!" Zheng's mother was so angry that her face turned blue and white for a while. She was about to hit Zheng Ling

Ye Er ran out of the "spirit photography" with vain steps, and her heart was already indescribable. It was like a hot summer. There were people around her. She couldn't breathe. The breath into her body was all the sweat smell of those people. She wanted to cover her seven orifices and isolate herself from the world.

Is she the legendary ghost?

Mother Zheng smiles every time she sees her. She thought it was different that someone else treated her.

But once out of sincere help, mother Zheng said she was sending beggars, and now she has become a beggar.

What is human nature?

Why is she so realistic, or can't understand? Selfishness is the root, and safeguarding one's own interests is instinct?

"Sad and don't cry?"

On the top is the dense Wutong leaf, the ear boy's voice is the summer mountain spring, Ding Ding Dong Dun drops drops into the ear, the nasal cavity has his pale licorice fragrance to mix the oil color flavor.

She actually came here - Wutong shady art street. Most people sell calligraphy and paintings and draw portraits for others.

Ye Er turned to look at the boy and smiled, "I haven't met anything that makes me sad and have to cry."

The sunlight leaked from the cracks of the leaves sprinkled down from the top of the big boy's head. He stood in front of the drawing board. He was slender, his skin was white, his facial features were elegant, his cotton short sleeved white shirt and light colored thin face jeans were very beautiful and gentle, and his body was stained with fine pigments, but you thought he was very clean.

What kind of family can educate a boy with such a pair of eyes, clear and pure, as if he didn't touch the world and didn't understand filth. It makes people jealous.

The boy stooped to wash his hands in the bucket, with a dignity that was not commensurate with the poor painter. He spoke slowly. "I haven't seen you come for a long time."

Ye'er tiptoed and looked at the works on the boy's drawing board. "Well, I'm busy recently. Have you sold your paintings?"

The boy turned to clean up the drawing board, "I always can't meet customers who are so generous and don't understand appreciation like you."

Ye Er smiled, "artists really can't do business. You really have a good eye for customers. Are you uncomfortable?"

The boy hung the drawing board on his bike, "but you really don't understand. You can't understand my painting at all."

Ye'er hummed deliberately, "but I can't buy it if I have money. I can pretend to understand if I don't understand. I can make others think I understand!"

"It's really a headache for an artist like me to meet customers with copper smell like you."

When ye Er saw the boy closing the stall, he helped him pour out the water in the bucket, put it in the tool bag and hang it on the front of the car, "don't have a headache. I don't have that spare money to give you a headache recently. Even if you didn't sell your paintings, I wanted to blackmail you for a cup of tea. It looks like it's over. "

The boy pedaled off the back frame of his bike and held the front of the bike. "Let's go. I met an upstart who doesn't understand appreciation like you yesterday. It's enough to drink tea for a month."

Ye'er shrugged his nose. "Then you have to pay the rent."

"When you have money, I'll sell you another one, and I'll have money to pay it?"

Ye'er likes to look into the boy's eyes. It's nice to be clear. When he clearly says such a philistine thing, he can talk about it with the posture of a fairy.