I Wore It Back After 60 Years

Chapter 443 Reasons
Pass through the alley and enter Xu's courtyard. There is no one in Xu's house, and it is silent.

When going upstairs, Chen Xiangyang put the saber on his waist and carried a basket with one hand, "Xing Xing, what did you buy? It's so heavy?"

"Baby!" Li Xingxing replied to him.

"Xing Xing, you carry your luggage." The two luggage were relatively light, and Chen Nian'en himself was carrying the other basket.

He looked weak, but he was actually very strong, and he carried it upstairs lightly and deftly.

Li Xingxing began to unpack Chen Xiangyang's luggage when he entered the house.

Her painting, hehe!

As expected, they are authentic works, and they are all works of great painters in their later years, and their painting skills have reached perfection.

The scumbag is good at everything!

Like Moutai Green Beauty.

In the luggage bag, besides the ten scrolls, there was also Chen Xiangyang's change of clothes.

Everything is old, patch upon patch.

Super shabby!

Li Xingxing took out a thick sweater with ingot needles that had been burnt by cigarette butts and had two small holes that hadn't been repaired. Li Xingxing was very disgusted, "Brother, do you have any clothes you haven't worn? Give him two, and I'll buy you new ones when I come back." .”

Chen Nian'en nodded, and said, "No need to buy."

His younger sister and mother often buy and make clothes for him, and many of them are packed in boxes without the upper body, and any one you pick out is a hundred times better than what Chen Xiangyang wears.

Chen Xiangyang played with the saber and said, "No need, aren't the clothes pretty good? You can continue to wear them."

"No? Look at your torn clothes!" Li Xingxing pinched his nose with one hand, and carried a shirt with the other. The wash was very thin, and the patches were patched. "Use it as a rag, I don't even care about it!"

Chen Xiangyang quickly stopped it.

"Put it down, put it down! Don't tear it up in your hand. It's not easy to mend. The tailor told me that if it was broken, he wouldn't mend it for me. It costs several dollars to buy a new shirt. Cloth tickets are also needed. We can only wear what we have, we cannot add burdens to the country, and we cannot separate ourselves from the people.” He put down the knife and carefully took back the torn shirt.

"Based on your position in Shanghai, you won't be afraid of being laughed at if you wear it out?" Li Xingxing couldn't figure it out.

Obviously there are very good conditions, why not treat yourself better?
Not to mention how rich and expensive the clothes are, at least they are passable.

Chen Xiangyang said, "Who did you listen to? I just arrived in Shanghai, but I didn't take up any post."

Li Xingxing gave him a white look, "The people who live in Xinshi Lanong come from all walks of life, and they are very well-informed. We heard them talking about it when we were shopping for vegetables. You are famous before you arrive."

She asked curiously, "Is it real? The new one?"

Hold up two fingers.

Chen Xiangyang nodded slightly: "It is."

"Yes, yes, no, no, what does it mean?" Li Xingxing dislikes this ambiguity the most.

"Yes!" Chen Xiangyang said.

Li Xingxing acted like a crab stretching its teeth and claws, moving left and right, "To be ranked second in Shanghai is already very impressive, unattainable. Do I have a chance to run amok? That's it."

Chen Xiangyang smiled: "You can, your brother forgets."

"It's very unfair, why can I do it but my brother can't?" Li Xingxing accused.

"The problem is very simple. His contribution to the country is not as good as yours. You donated a lot of money. I saw it in the newspaper." Chen Xiangyang did not bluntly say that the secret mission of his transfer to Shanghai was to protect Li Xingxing.

In this regard, no one is more suitable than him.

It is only natural for a father to protect his daughter.

Although Chen Xiangyang didn't know exactly what contribution Li Xingxing had made, he knew that it had nothing to do with donating money. This contribution must be so large that it had to be kept secret. He didn't dare to use other personnel, so he had to come forward.

Patting the luggage bag, he said, "I'm going to live with you!"

(End of this chapter)