Chapter 35 Dark moon and high wind?

He watched helplessly as Ding Lan finished making the confirmation call, and then nodded with a strange look on his face.

Yang Rui felt a little sweaty on his forehead.

The first step was to make a movie to satirize others, but then he turned around and directly scolded people for being crazy...

Is it still too late to go back and find a doctor to issue a certificate of no depression?

"He said that he had decided to meet some friends at noon, so the meeting with you was changed to the evening." Ding Lan's eyes were full of joking, "He told you to go."

"Can I not go?"

Ding Lan shook his head: "He asked me to remind you that the script fee of 500,000 yuan for "Those Years" was theoretically not approved by the guardian. If it is strictly pursued..."

"I'll go, can't I just go?"

Yang Rui wiped his forehead and looked at Jingtian.

"Um...your father's temper should be okay, right?"

"Where's that young man next to you? Do you know her?"

And the time was temporarily changed to night, EMMM... a dark moon and a high wind?

Jing Tian subconsciously said angrily: "I'm going back, why should I ask for a home..."

"You don't know how to let go of pigeons, do you?" Yang Rui muttered secretly.

The facade is small, the lights are dim, and there are almost no customers inside. There are only a few cats lying behind the glass windows and yawning lazily.

The driver understood, immediately opened the door and walked out.

"alright, please wait."

Somehow, Yang Rui remembered those people in the Yinghua Pavilion...

The old woman hesitated for a moment, then finally opened the quilt and started to take out the soy milk.

"It is said that after she gave birth to two sons, the man ran away with the vixen. She worked three jobs to support the family. She spent most of her life hoping that her two children could go to college and show off."

Yang Rui hesitated for a moment, "No need..."

"Are you talking about her?" The kebab stall owner nodded, "It's been here for several years, and she comes here basically every day."

"Let's have a bowl of mung bean soup."

He had no idea that a sharp gaze had been staring at him from a humble Corolla across the road for half an hour.

Ding Lan smiled and nodded.

"It doesn't matter." The old woman smiled and said, "No one buys it anyway, so if you keep it, it will go rancid."

Aren't you here to cause trouble? Why do you feel like you're on an inspection tour?

After secretly glancing at the white washed clothes, Yang Rui nodded and ended the topic.

The cart is an old antique-style cart, with several large barrels placed on it, and the barrels are wrapped tightly in floral cotton-padded jackets.

Before she finished speaking, she suddenly froze.

It’s safer outside!

The agreed time was six o'clock in the evening, but at six-thirty, Yang Rui still didn't see anyone walking into the dessert shop.

Jing Yong snorted coldly, "He has a guilty conscience! Didn't you see that he didn't even dare to enter the dessert shop?"

Jing Yong frowned, "She doesn't have children?"

After taking a bite, the cold feeling made him secretly scream with pleasure.

"Yes." The driver chuckled, "Then are you still going?"

He didn't know how long it took before he came back to his senses and patted the back of the driver's seat, saying in a tired voice: "Let's go."

"No rush, just wait." Jing Yong squinted his eyes and said, "I want to see where the limit of his patience is."

After finishing one bowl, he was about to pay and leave, but the old woman said, "How about another bowl? I won't charge you, it's a gift."

When I walked to the cart, a handwritten cardboard sign clearly stated the product types and prices.

I was about to buy a bottle of drink to relieve my tiredness, but suddenly I saw a small push cart shop.

"Yes, but it's better than nothing." The kebab stall owner sighed, with a look of pity on his face, "Speaking of which, she is really a pitiful person."

The old woman was obviously stunned for a moment, then recovered and immediately waved her hand: "No, no, no, I don't want this from you..."

I haven't even walked much, but my mouth is already full of oil.

Yang Rui was originally worried that the tableware was not clean, but after seeing that the rim of the bowl and the spoon were clean, he started eating with confidence.

"Boss, do you have any orders?"

As soon as he went out, Jing Tian immediately stopped smiling and looked at Ding Lan pitifully.

"This guy is quite patient, isn't he?" the driver laughed in a low voice, "I waited for half an hour and didn't even make a call to ask questions."

The dessert shop was still empty.

Ding Lan shook his head, "He has already gone to the airport. He said he would go back and hire three tutors to help you with your studies."

"Stop it!" Ding Lan said angrily: "You must not get involved in this matter blindly. The more you help, the more troublesome it will be."

Those eyes that were usually sharp and deep, now looked like two black holes in the sky.

The stall owner is a grey-haired, stooped old woman. Her ill-fitting sportswear has been washed to the point where it is almost white. You can tell she is a second-hand clothes.

Across the road, Jing Yong watched this scene silently, frowning.

After taking ten packs, she stopped and said, "Young man, this much should be enough. I'm trying to save money by buying last-minute products. If I buy too much, I'm afraid you won't be able to finish it and it will expire and be wasted."

After a while, he said to the driver: "Just go find a nearby stall owner."

A few minutes later, Ding Lan hung up the phone with a strange look on his face.

What is this? A show of force?

When he got bored, he simply bought a cone and played with his phone while eating it.

The location chosen by Dad Jing is a dessert shop with a petty bourgeoisie style.

After finishing the second bowl of iced mung bean paste, he pointed to another tightly wrapped bucket, "Grandma, is this soy milk? I want all of it."

"Aunt Ding——"

The kebab stall owner squinted for a long time and said, "I haven't seen her before... and she is a lonely old man. I haven't heard of any relatives or friends here."

The driver was startled, "That boy..."

Jing Tian didn't answer, he held his belly and laughed heartlessly.

It’s clear that the person who came here is not good!

Although there are calls to tidy up the city's appearance every year, the lively night market has already become a tourist card of Qingfeng City, so supervision naturally turns a blind eye, as long as it doesn't get too chaotic.

At seven o'clock sharp.

"As a seventy-year-old person, it's really hard to wash dishes and wash dishes during the day, and then ask the restaurant owner for leftover ingredients to make soup and sell them at night..."

Just in case, as soon as you enter the door, you will be greeted by someone throwing a cup...

Then, she looked at Ding Lan with disbelief, "He..."

"It turned out that the two sons were really successful. After finishing college, one and the other went abroad for further studies. But as soon as they left, they forgot that they had this mother. Not to mention being filial, they haven't even sent back a penny of alimony for so many years.

"

Ding Lan was answering the phone, and Jing Tian stared at her nervously, rubbing his two little hands together and almost twisting them into knots.

"Grandma, I usually like to drink soy milk. I can't buy it anywhere, right?" Yang Rui smiled and said, "Do you have a bag? Help me pack it."

"It can't be sold for much money." The old woman smiled and said, "I just can't stay at home and want to find something to do."

Xingqing Culture, Office of Supervisors.

A few minutes later, a fat kebab stall owner was invited over by "Qian Ability".

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Yang Rui returned to the apartment and felt a little uneasy all day.

Yang Rui's heart twitched inexplicably, and he smiled and said: "It's okay, grandma, my friends also like to drink this, so you can pack them for me."

After the barbecue stall owner left for a long time, Jing Yong was still stunned and had not come back to his senses.

That Jing’s father came all the way to Qingfeng without even seeing his daughter. He wanted to see Yang Rui by name...

"Okay, thank you, grandma." Yang Rui took the full bowl and asked curiously: "How much can you sell this day?"

The driver nodded, but felt strange in his heart.

"Young man, would you like something to drink?" The old woman stood up with a hopeful look on her face, "Mung bean soup, red bean soup, fruit tea, all freshly brewed, absolutely clean."

Although the cardboard was damaged, the handwriting was sharp and clear, which surprised him greatly.
To be continued...