Space Spirit Spring: Farmhouse Qiao Jun’s Wife

The old man didn't leave his address in public, and after asking Su Haitang that he also got off at the terminal station, he agreed to get off the car and talk in detail.

Of course Su Haitang had no objection.

She didn't ignore it. What the old man said was delivery every day, every day!

Such a regular big client, let alone get out of the car to discuss business together, even if she is asked to take a taxi out of her pocket to escort the uncle home, she can't wait for it!

Finally, the bus entered the urban area, the asphalt road was spacious and flat, the speed of the vehicle increased, and the wind picked up obviously increased, making everyone feel relieved.

"Hey, big brother, the municipal hospital is here, why don't you get off?"

The conductor has a good memory, remembering that some passengers did not get off at the scheduled station, and kindly reminded them.

The man smiled and waved his hands.

"If I sit down again, it's like visiting the new changes in our city."

The ticket price from the village to the city is fixed, and there is no need to add more money for a few more stops. After the conductor has fulfilled his duty of reminding, he will not say anything more.

But her eyes glanced at the big backpack in Su Haitang's arms, vaguely guessing what the man was thinking.

I'm afraid he still refuses to give up, and plans to talk to Boss Su after getting off the car, and buy a melon even if he wants to, to honor his uncle who has no appetite in the bitter summer, right?

Boss Su is soft-hearted, and her own family is in such a situation, she will probably be moved by this man's filial piety, maybe she can really give him a melon.

Saying that you can't sell the goods when you make an appointment with someone to see the goods, in fact, it's not just watching people order dishes, and looking down on the muddy legs of the country. Did you sell a melon before you got in the car?

The conductor rolled his eyes twice, leaned over and whispered something to the driver.

Su Haitang frowned slightly.

It should be common sense not to chat with the driver, right? How dangerous! This is too little about the safety of passengers.

But she looked at the passengers who got off the bus and got on An Ran, and no one felt that such behavior was inappropriate, so she swallowed the words she wanted to remind.

She really regretted her life, but it wasn't to the point where all the plants and trees were frightened.

Huh? Her idioms have improved again! Can you try to write a composition?

Someone purposely spread word to her that Su Haiyan had participated in an essay competition in the city, and if she won, she would get a prize; the works that won the first prize could be published in newspapers to earn manuscript fees!

Su Haitang is not interested in Su Haiyan's "great achievements", but is very yearning for writers who can publish articles in newspapers.

Two generations of human beings, grievances and enmities are difficult to resolve, and only she knows the feeling of it.

Sometimes she feels overwhelmed and wants to talk to someone, but she never dares to tell the truth or even tell the whole story.

I don't know if Su Haiyan has such a weak moment. Seeing how busy she was when she came back, she probably feels like a fish in water, so she is having fun, right?

Su Haitang never felt that she was a hypocritical person. Hypocritical is a very high-level word, at least she thinks that she doesn't have that condition, and she is too busy all day long.

But when she woke up from a nightmare in the middle of the night and couldn't sleep for a long time, she would want to talk.

Even if he made up a story under the guise of someone else's name and showed it to others to prove that Su Haitang in his previous life really existed and would not be forgotten, that's fine.

"The little girl grows good melons in every family. Everyone envies me. What else is there to worry about?"

The old man stood beside her and waited for her to get off the car together.

Su Haitang smiled, picked up her backpack vigorously, got out of the car steadily, and did not forget to turn her head to remind the uncle to pay attention to his feet.

"Boss Su, wait." Someone called her from behind, with a flattering smile on her face.

"Boss Su, my uncle is eighty-four this year. Think about it, seventy-three, eighty-four, all of us are hanging in our hearts. The old man has no appetite for dinner, and I also get angry. Look at my mouth This fire sore has been hurting me for a week!"

"You can do me a favor, sell me a melon, and appetize the old man. I appreciate your kindness, and I will increase the price!"