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After feeding all 20 to 30 kilograms of cat food to the cats and dogs in this block, Wang Jianren finally felt the long-lost sense of fulfillment after work. Read the latest chapters in full. Visit more latest chapters: ww. Today, the fifty dollars are earned in their pockets, and the rest is time to move towards great ideals.

However, the ideal first step is naturally to have enough food. Wang Jianren regretted not keeping the roast duck and snacks for lunch. When he sent the pot for cat food to the top of the stairs, Fatty Mu's room was locked all the time. Obviously, he didn't want others to disturb him. Wang Jianren was embarrassed to go to the door and said that he could share some roast duck snacks for me. Fortunately, he has a strong economic foundation as a backing, and it doesn't matter if he missed the lunch time at the street stall at the street intersection. He went to the small supermarket opposite the alley downstairs to buy a few packs of instant noodles, "Half" and "Sauce" together to make a sumptuous meal.

It is also a small property-owned house built by farmers on their own land. Although the small building opposite the alley is not as wide and powerful as the one where Wang Jianren lives, it obviously has a lot of commercial acumen. The row of ground floors on the street has been built into the door of the shop. One of them opened this small supermarket. There are all kinds of shops of fifty or sixty square meters, which can basically meet the daily needs of this situation. The owner of the supermarket is a fat aunt named Zhou. In Wang Jianren's impression, he stayed here without thunder for 365 days a year, as if he had already merged with his own industry. At the entrance of the supermarket, there is always a table of mahjong that is as unmovable as a mountain than this fat aunt.

"I will die the day when his ancestors are gone, and this old man is starting again."

Wang Jianren was choosing delicious food in the supermarket. When he was about to go to the cashier to pay, the fat aunt who was standing in the "wool" clothes cursed viciously. Wang Jianren was stunned and saw that there was no one else in the supermarket. However, he heard an aunt playing mahjong outside complaining: "That's right, every day after dinner, it's so noisy. Who told him not to pull it?"

Listening to the squeaking sound of the erhu coming from not far away, Wang Jianren realized that these old lame women were complaining about the old man who was pulling the erhu in the medicine shop next to him. The old man had a leap of his leg and was unable to move. Every day, he only played the erhu entertainment besides watching TV. Wang Jianren often heard it when he passed by. In fact, the old man's Erhu level is quite good. Of course, he couldn't tell how high this artistic level is, but a few familiar tones such as Erquan Yingyue Horse Racing.

It seemed to be the same as the tune of the song on TV. If you didn't watch it, you would think who was playing D. Wang Jianren remembered that last time two foreigners who passed by were attracted by the sound, and took photos with their mobile phones. The old man immediately called Sun's "Nu" from behind to lift a large erhu that could almost be compared with a cello and played it out, which made the two foreigners even more happy to shoot, and they stretched out their thumbs and praised it. The old man proudly clasped his fists and returned the favor, as if he had won glory for the 5,000-year-old brilliant culture of China. (Advertising)

With this past, Wang Jianren admired the old man a bit of a national hero. At least he couldn't think of any place he could admire a few foreigners, so he couldn't help but speak out for the old man: "This is art. You aunts who only know how to dance square dance and sing red songs don't understand, so don't say reads in a random way."

"You know, you know." The fat aunt glared at her eyes, and the senior "female" man's murderous aura was revealed.

Wang Jianren was about to retort when suddenly the fat aunt's tightened fat face suddenly relaxed, and she smiled and looked outside like Maitreya Buddha: "Jia Jia, are you here to buy something? Are you good at class today? Have you finished the homework assigned by the teacher?"

Wang Jianren turned his head and saw Wei Jiajia walking in with an empty plastic bag. He greeted several aunts and aunts playing mahjong at the door and fat aunts at the cashier: "Hello Aunt Zhang, Hello Aunt Li, Hello Aunt Hu, Hello Aunt Zhou..."

"Hello Jiajia. Oh, so good."

"Jia Jia is so good. Are you here to buy things again today? Are you buying too many? Can you raise them yourself? Can you ask that Xiao Wang to bring them up for you?"

The old ladies at the door either never left the mahjong in their hands, or just took a quick glance and helped Wei Jiajia arrange the aftermath work together. The fat aunt at the cashier even threw down the hairline and walked out, touching Wei Jiajia's mushroom head, preparing to help her get things that were out of reach on the shelves.

"Hey, can you pay me here first?" Wang Jianren was a little unhappy when he saw that he was thrown aside. He was a little "girl" who looked like a cartoon doll, and his life was very pitiful, the neighbors around him seemed to be a bit maternal love, especially those who went out to work and lived alone with his wife, who almost regarded her as a daughter. Among them, the fat aunt who was transformed into this supermarket was the head of the fat aunt. When he was facing Wang Jianren, his face was full of affection and kindness. He put all the things Wei Jiajia wanted one by one and took them over. He ignored Wang Jianren standing in front and first helped Wei Jiajia scan the barcode.

An old lady on the mahjong table outside finally touched herself first. She looked up at the big pocket of things and complained: "I said Director Zhao is really lazy. Every time she asks Jia Jia, a little girl, to buy a big bag of things."

"Director Zhao is busy with his work. He has so many official duties every day, and he has to deal with bad people and maintain public order. There is no female at home to do housework. Hey, why is it another "chicken"?" The tone of an aunt who has played "chicken" one after another was full of admiration for cadres within the system.

"He's a lot of things, just lazy. Jia Jia is really wronged to live with him." But the fat aunt is an old neighbor who has been with Zhao Fei for more than ten years in this alley. She is immune to the deterrent halo of directors and has enough qualifications to count his dark history. She said while scanning the barcode. "Don't think that boy is a good person with a slim skin. I have known him for more than ten years but still don't know? She used to be a gangster, "scramble" and "scramble". She had fought everywhere all day long and had some black Internet cafes, and she always 'crambled' with 'female' and ghosts. Whose girl is willing to follow him? Later, she didn't know what relationship she had left before she became a policeman..."

"It must be related. What are you not related to this day? He is the deputy director in his thirties, so the relationship behind this is very strong. Oh, I touched it!" The old lady who touched it happily knocked the card, turned around and told Wei Jiajia to read it. "Jiajia, we aunts chat casually, don't tell your uncle."

"Jia Jia can't do it, Jia Jia is very good." The fat aunt looked unworried, touching Wei Jiajia's mushroom head. Wei Jiajia had a stern face and didn't answer. She just looked around in front of the cashier, suddenly grabbed two boxes of Durex and looked in her hand, and then asked, "Why are they all orange-flavored? Is it not watermelon-flavored? I want a box of watermelon-flavored."

The fat aunt's expression and movements frozen suddenly. She stayed for two seconds before she shouted quickly: "What do you want, Jiajia? Let it go quickly! That's not a scent."

Wei Jiajia had no expression on her face and replied calmly: "I know this is a condom. My uncle asked me to buy a box of watermelon flavor. Last time the sister said she didn't like orange flavor, but watermelon flavor."

The fat aunt was stunned for two or three seconds, then touched the things in her hand and put them on the stage, quickly walked out of the supermarket and opened her voice to the dilapidated building not far away and cursed: "My surname is Zhao, you are shameless hooligan, let a little 'feeling' doll of six or seven years old come to buy condoms for you. Why don't you die? You still have the face to wear a police skin? You are 'wanking' with some broken shoe ghosts all day long and don't avoid children. What else do you use? Your bad face is put in the crotch of the 'pants' and use it..."

The fat aunt's voice was really full of energy and shocked the whole world. Under the resonance of the surrounding buildings and rooms, it was no less than the sound of square dancing. Moreover, the words were extremely sharp and vicious. Even Wang Jianren, who often scolded people in games on forums, can be said that Wang Jianren, who is knowledgeable in the vast Internet world, has a broad vision and is quite enlightened.

The fat aunt's scolding took nearly a minute before being dragged back by the mahjong aunties. Many neighbors around had already rushed around to watch the fun. Even the lame old man in the medicine shop next to him stopped the erhu in his hand and moved to the door with a crutch to look around. However, Director Zhao in the building never showed his face to face to face the challenge, which disappointed the audience. According to the fat aunt's volume, as long as she was not deaf, it would be impossible for him to not hear it.

However, Wang Jianren was a little aware of Zhao Fei's lack of showing off. Regardless of whether the director cared or not, it would be a bit too bad to stand up and scold such an aunt or simply come to smash the store, at least it would damage his image as a master in Wang Jianren's mind. Even if he really wanted to make up, he would just signal a few little people to come to the store to steal something and cause trouble... Of course, this is also a bit bad, but the fat aunt's words of scolding just now were indeed a bit sharp and vicious. At least Wang Jianren asked himself that he would never be able to withstand this tone when scolded in front of many neighbors like this.

The fat aunt who turned back to the supermarket looked at Wei Jiajia again with love and pity. Her old eyes were filled with tears in her eyes. She said to Wei Jiajia very earnestly: "Good Jiajia, uncle will ask you to buy something strange in the future, and you will ignore him if you want to say something strange to the bad sister. He is a bad person. Do you know?"

"Auntie, don't be angry. I bought this one and I didn't use it." Wei Jiajia finally found a box of watermelon-flavored Durex from the shelf and held it in her hand.

Seeing the fat aunt's face turned green again in an instant, Wang Jianren finally couldn't help it. Hehehe laughed, squatted down and patted Wei Jiajia's shoulder and said earnestly: "Jiajia, when you can use this in the future, you will know that the taste is almost the same..."

Before he finished speaking, Wang Jianren saw the fat aunt next to him suddenly kicked him up and reads. This kick should have been towards his face, but the fat aunt attacked in anger and was not accurate enough, so he hit Wang Jianren on the shoulder. The fat aunt had soft sandals under her feet, and the contact surface was soft, but Wang Jianren didn't feel any pain, but the force was really not small. She kicked him who was squatting and rolled to the side. Just next to it was the steps at the entrance of the supermarket's door, and he rolled out of the supermarket and fell out of the mahjong table outside and hit the foot of an aunt's chair before stopping.

Wang Jianren, who was so angry that he fell to the ground, had just stood up, and was about to go forward to seek justice, but he saw the fat aunt who seemed to be more angry than him turning around to lift the water bottle. His eyes were full of anger and said with a fierce voice: "*One or two stinky hooligans, I won't burn you to death..."

With the nature of this old-fashioned "female" man, Wang Jianren had no doubt that as long as he dared to rush up or stood still, the boiling boiling water coming towards him was a bottle of boiling water. He quickly turned around and ran away. After a few steps, he suddenly realized that he was still carrying a plastic bag in his hand, which was the instant noodles that had not paid for it, and he ran faster.

ps: Ahh, I have always forgotten to recommend the link to the fellow work next to me, "Sarafer's Dragon Wing Elegy", which is very well written. The background of "DD" is Western fantasy. As a 50-time pose of the "Gate" of Bodder, I like to read this kind of work the most. Unfortunately, the night-use loli only wrote the beginning.

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