i was my mistake

"What would you like to sing?"

"Two tigers?"

"Two tigers, two tigers..."

"Out of tune." Wan Qing ruthlessly interrupted.

"cough--!"

"It seems that singing really requires talent. The body's vocal structure is different, and the difficulty of singing is different. Just like life, some people are in the easy mode, and some are in the hell mode..."

"Then what is your model?"

"What do you think?"

"Uh...normal mode?"

"Ha." Wan Qing sneered, "Wrong, it's the NPC mode, we're not even players, what are we thinking?"

"...What is an NPC?"

"It's part of the game, you can understand it as a game on a chessboard..."

"piece?"

"Hey, it's a good idea, it's just one of the countless atoms on the chessboard."

"...Are you too pessimistic?"

"You are too optimistic."

Neither of them could convince the other, so they stopped continuing this topic altogether.

A day's life has begun again.

Wan Qing was busy in the kitchen, while Ye Chen stuffed the clothes into the washing machine and washed them. Of course, he also had to wash the family's personal clothes.

Well, that's right, including father's, and... Wan Qing's.

In fact, he still does more housework.

Wan Qing just cooks a meal, Ye Chen even washes the dishes and wipes the range hood after cooking.

"I said, you won't really change when you wake up one day, right?"

"Uh...how do I know."

"That's right." Wan Qing flipped on the rice cooker, and white steam came out immediately, "The porridge is ready, serve it yourself!"

"What's breakfast?"

"Potato chips fried potato shreds!"

"It's so creative..." Ye Chen's eyelids twitched.

"Oh, there are shredded ginger and ginger slices in it, please be careful to distinguish."

"Hey, did you do it on purpose?"

"It's fun to draw prizes while eating, isn't it?"

"Why do you put ginger in the vegetarian dishes!"

"Eat some ginger in the morning to warm your stomach."

"I reject……"

"It's up to you, anyway, you will definitely eat it."

"...you, the devil."

"I'm an angel." Wan Qing blinked deliberately, making her curly eyelashes tremble slightly.

"Okay, okay, don't...sell, sell what."

"Acting cute?"

"Ah yes."

This is a word of the future, it was learned by Ye Chen after it came out of Wan Qing's mouth.

"I'll get tired of watching too much, okay? I'm afraid I'm almost not interested in women..."

"Oh yeah, do you want to see the bottom of your skirt?"

"want!"

"..."

"..."

While the two were staring at each other, there was a sudden knock on the door.

"Hey, is anyone home? I've come to read the water meter!"

Wan Qing patted his forehead and walked quickly to the door.

The utility bill was collected by a man in blue overalls and black cloth shoes, just like the one who came to collect the phone bill last time.

"Please come in." She put a pair of slippers on for him, and the latter put them on and walked in unceremoniously.

The current water meters are generally installed indoors, so you have to come in and copy them.

When he came in, he pointed to the form posted on the door: "Your electricity form is still posted at the door. If you haven't paid it, you can pay it together when you pay the water bill."

Then, he walked into the bathroom, copied the number meticulously, and compared it with last month's: "Well, the water bill is six cents, this is the bill, please go to the business hall to pay by yourself when the time comes Just a moment, it's next to the nearest electric business hall."

"It's not cheap..."

The other party reported the price meticulously: "The water fee is two cents and five cents, charged once every two months, not one cent more, not one cent less."

Ye Chen picked up the electricity bill posted outside the door, glanced at it, and instantly widened his eyes. This thing is much more expensive than the water bill: "I'm so stupid, the electricity bill is 19 yuan!"

"Well, your electricity bill should be [-] cents and [-] cents. For the specifics, you have to read what is written on the list. I just read the water meter."

Ye Chen nodded with dull eyes, and he finally understood what she meant when she said, "there are too many places to spend money".

In life, money is indeed everywhere...

……

67. Small gift

October [-]th.

The last day of the National Day holiday.

The street has returned to its former calm. Although it is still lively, at least it will no longer be jammed with a bunch of cars.

Wan Qing sat at the table, carefully cleaned the battery compartment with a brush, then inserted a brand new AAA battery, and closed the black back cover.

The crisp sound of 'click' seems to be the most pleasant music in the world, coincident with some kind of wonderful rhythm, and this feeling of tight fit is really very pleasant.

The scratched screen was still usable, and when it was opened, it showed a series of numbers representing the time.

After pressing the button for a long time, the screen will light up with a misty green light, which basically has no effect during the day, but it is enough to use it in the dark.

Those forgotten memories slowly returned to her mind. She found the settings again, changed the time, and selected the ringtone. She couldn't help but gently rubbed its weather-beaten shell.

It was cobbled together from parts that were sold by the pound, and she even repaired a motherboard that supports Chinese display so that it can receive text messages.

Otherwise, you'll just see a string of numbers representing your number -- sort of like a caller ID on a cell phone.

In fact, the principle of the pager is very simple. As long as there are spare parts at hand, it is not difficult to repair.

But the problem is that there are no spare parts.

Some parts themselves have to be repaired before they can be used.

In this pile of waste parts, it took a lot of time to test the usable screens one by one...

Now that it is finally finished, let her breathe a sigh of relief, and the next step will be much more convenient - because the parts have been sorted and tested, as long as she wants, she can use up all the parts today, and probably can assemble two or three sets The pager is coming.

The reason for the small number is that even scrap parts are not cheap, and even if it is only two or three units, if you can sell them, you can earn hundreds of dollars at least.

Wan Qing couldn't help but smirked when she thought that she could finally add some new money to the wallet that was constantly being consumed but not received.

"...What are you laughing at?" Ye Chen, who was repairing the radio at the side, couldn't help but glance at her, "It's a creepy smile..."

"Fixed, you see."

"Really?"

"Nonsense, isn't it fake?" Wan Qing squinted at him, "Go and pay a fee, buy a monthly rental package, and you'll be able to use it."

"Will it be expensive?"

"Anyway, it won't be too cheap, and it won't be very useful for the time being. Just leave it like this. I'll pack the rest—how about the radio I asked you to fix?"

"Cough...there are still noises."

"If it doesn't work, replace the parts." Wan Qing opened the drawer of the desk and glanced at several radios and tape players neatly arranged.

These are all items repaired by the two of them.

They plan to save some more, and then sell them on the stalls.

And the finale product, of course, is the pager repaired by Wan Qing.

Even if you go to a special second-hand market to buy, the old ones cost 500 yuan a set, while Wan Qing can make a lot of money even if you sell it for 100, or even [-] yuan. Not a low income.

Of course, repairing a pager is really a matter of luck. If you are unlucky, you may buy 100 yuan of discarded parts, but you will not be able to repair one.

In contrast, although tape players and radios are cheap, they are cheaper, and more people buy cheap things.

After all, if you dare to sell such a cheap pager, others may not dare to buy it.

No matter how cheap it is, it's two or three months' salary, so how can you spend it carelessly.

"Is there anything else Wanqing can do?"

"Too many, TV, air conditioner, refrigerator, washing machine... can be repaired." Wan Qing was a little proud when she said this.

"Then it stands to reason that you won't be out of work in the future?"

"I've worked so hard all my life to do that. I thought I couldn't do this, and then I developed in other directions. Unfortunately, I failed. When I look back, I lost my previous connections. What about the craftsmanship..." She sighed He breathed a sigh of relief, "To be honest, I lost a lot. Although I can get it back slowly, but I am getting older, it is difficult to interview for a company, and I can only find connections. People, one step is wrong, one step is wrong. .”

Ye Chen didn't speak, just listened silently, buried his head and re-disassembled the radio in his hand.

"Ding dong~" The doorbell rang, interrupting Wan Qing's thoughts. She tilted her head and glanced at Ye Chen, then stood up and walked to the door.

Opening the door, Zhao Jinyu was standing outside wearing new clothes and carrying big bags.

I didn't see her for a long National Day holiday, and she seemed to be a little tanned.

"Go out and play?"

"Yeah! Let's go to the beach." She nodded vigorously, shaking the bag in her hand, "I brought you a gift!"

"……all these are?"

"Huh? No, but you can choose whichever you want."

"It's amazing... I bought so many things."

"After all, we are going on a trip, so of course we have to buy a lot of souvenirs!"

She put four or five bags on the ground, quickly took off her shoes and walked in, as if she couldn't wait to share what she bought.

"Hello, Uncle." She nodded politely to Ye Youliang, who was watching TV, and the latter was lying on the sofa without any response.

She was not surprised by this, after all, she had been here many times, so she looked towards the bedroom naturally: "Where's Ye Chen?"

"Why are you looking for him?"

"I specially chose a gift for him!"

While Wan Qing lamented that Zhao Jinyu was rich, she also wondered if she liked her past self, or would she choose gifts for him?

Obviously even Wan Qing didn't have a 'specially' chosen gift.

"Ye Chen! Come here, Zhao Jinyu brought you a gift!"

"Don't be like calling a child, okay..." Ye Chen put the screw into a small box, "Here it comes—"