One hundred and nine kilograms, and I was embarrassed to erase those nine kilograms. Yang Fan didn't want to talk to Thirteen anymore.

It's a real nine pounds.

It's not the nine pounds of a small vendor who is short and has less weight.

Many small vendors on the roadside sell fruits that seem much cheaper than supermarkets, but in fact, most of them will be shorter than those of them.

Small vendors can weigh nine pounds for customers with six or seven pounds of fruit.

In this way, the small vendors who illegally occupy the road and operate the fruits sold are no less cheap than supermarkets, or even not cheaper.

Yang Fan also had very sympathy for the small vendors who had no money to rent a storefront and frequented their stalls.

Later, I found that it was too serious to have a short pound, so I went with the flow.

There are always some people who are greedy for small gains and use people's sympathy to cheat.

It is not ruled out that some small vendors are conscientious, but like beggars, people can no longer tell who is the one who really needs help.

"Why don't you talk? Do you think I'm fat?" Thirteen asked while sitting on Yang Fan's shoulder.

"No, is your height as tall as Qianqian? One hundred and nine is normal, Qianqian is just a little lighter than you." Yang Fan took two steps, stepped back, and wanted to sit back on the sofa.

Stop doing it.

A big girl with a 109 pounds is easier than her current position, whether she is carrying or holding her back.

"I want to go to the balcony." Shisan grabbed Yang Fan's hair and refused to let him sit back.

Qianqian took a shower in the master bedroom bathroom and couldn't come out for a while. Thirteen was not afraid.

"Mom, it's my turn." Guoguo stood at Yang Fan's feet and looked up at her mother.

"You're gone tonight." Aunt Thirteen refused her daughter's request without hesitation.

"Teleblow my dad again." Guoguo turned to beg Yang Fan: "Dad, I still want to ride a horse."

"Down, no one will have a share. If you ride me, I will sweat and have to take a shower." Yang Fan put down Aunt Thirteenth.

Aunt Thirteen glared at her daughter angrily: "Snatch, no one can play with it anymore. Are you satisfied?"

"You snatched it first." Guoguo was confident.

Yang Fan didn't care about the quarrel between the mother and daughter, and picked up a book on the coffee table and looked at it.

It is a collection of ancient poems.

The poet had a rough life and was only destined to be a god after his death.

He was poor and destitute during his lifetime, and his family suffered as a result. After his death, he became famous and passed down through the ages.

The mother and daughter quarreled, while Yang Fan was immersed in the world of poetry, as if he was talking to the poet in a cold time and space.

In the living room, I don’t know when it will be quiet. There are no quarrels, only the sounds coming from the TV.

Guoguo moved a small stool and sat in front of the TV, watching the cartoon quietly.

Liu Qianqian has already taken a shower and is wearing an ice silk pajama that she has been left here for a long time - a thin summer sexy shorts shorts bow set, pure and lovely, the girl next door.

Aunt Thirteen has a silk suspender skirt and wears a pair of black-framed eyes, combining intellectuality and sexyness.

The two girls were not chatting and were looking at their own things.

One reads a book, the other plays with a mobile phone.

Liu Qianqian has long been away from paper books. Not only does she read less, but she is more willing to watch electronic versions on her mobile phone when reading them.

Aunt Thirteen was quite calm and read books, although she was often angry with her daughter.

"Is it so good-looking? I haven't raised my head for half an hour?" Liu Qianqian had enough of playing with her mobile phone, and she had nothing to do, so she snatched the collection of poems from Yang Fan.

Aunt Thirteen was a little surprised. Before last night, for a long time, Liu Qianqian was obedient to Yang Fan.

Things like stealing Yang Fan’s things will not happen at all.

Now, the girl's true form has been revealed again.

What's going on?

Yang Fan was not angry about what surprised Aunt Thirteen, and said, "Sometimes, looking at the poems of the ancients is like talking to them, seeing the time and space they are in, and seeing the joys, sorrows, sorrows and joys of that era, lifelike."

"Why can't I see it?" Liu Qianqian asked.

"Normal, I can't tell what you are actually pretending to be in your mind," said Yang Fan.

"Pretending beauty and generosity, wisdom and virtuousness." Liu Qianqian said proudly.

Yang Fan smiled: "Aunt Thirteenth Aunt said this, you have the nerve to say that."

Aunt Thirteen raised her eyebrows and pinched Yang Fan: "What does it mean? Do you think I don't have the qualifications either?"

"If you are really beautiful, generous, gentle and virtuous, how could you pinch me at any time?" Yang Fan took the poetry collection back from Liu Qianqian's hand.

"I only pinch it once a while." After looking at my niece, Thirteenth Aunt decided.

Yang Fan didn't even point it out and was ready to continue reading.

Actually, he wanted to go back to the house to read, but Liu Qianqian was there. The girl who came back to the house must have followed him and tried to trouble him, not allowing him to read books or work.

A girlfriend who is too clingy is not all happy, it is a headache.

"When you work, you can play when you get home from get off work. What book should you read?" Aunt Thirteen snatched the book.

"If you read this inspiring, you can write more scripts." Yang Fan said.

This is good, Aunt Thirteen likes it.

Write more scripts and let Liu Qianqian be more busy, so she won’t have so much time to fall in love with Xiaofan.

Liu Qianqian curled her lips and asked, "Isn't it helpful for writing songs? Write more songs, I'll record them with you and leave them to my sister."

My sister plans to stop running around and be a salted fish after this year.

How can this work? In that case, my sister will have to spend more than half of the time in the mountain city 365 days a year.

With my sister here, I can only retreat to the second line.

After all, in front of her sister, it is difficult for her to do intimate actions with Yang Fan.

If you put your arm in mind, you may have to consider your sister’s feelings.

My sister was very angry.

But if it were me, I might be as stingy as my sister.

Names have always been very important from ancient times to the present.

My sister is famous, but Liu Qianqian doesn’t.

But Liu Qianqian would not accommodate Yang Fan because of this. On the contrary, she had to torture him and let him know that he could not look down on the two sisters.

"It is also helpful for writing songs." Yang Fan didn't know the little girl in Shisan and Liu Qianqian's hearts, and he wanted to say that it is also useful for strengthening aphrodisiacs.

"This poet is very miserable. He became famous after his death. For those who have been working hard but have not succeeded, it is very comforting to read it." Aunt Thirteen looked at the collection of poems in Yang Fan's hand and said.

"Indeed." Yang Fan nodded: "The ultimate struggle for life, wandering around, and before he reached old age, he was suffering from illness and died in a foreign land. Those who work hard but cannot get rewards will feel that they are not alone when they see it, and there was such a great poet who shared the same illness with him."

"Which poet?" Liu Qianqian then wanted to know who the author of this collection of poems was.

Yang Fan said: "A young man who is full of energy, climbs high and looks up to the mountains and has a heart of the world. He has been wandering around all his life and has been full of vicissitudes of life."

Liu Qianqian gave him a blank look, took the collection of poems and read it by herself.
Chapter completed!