Space Spirit Spring: Farmhouse Qiao Jun’s Wife

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

  Su Haitang certainly has no opinion.

   She didn't ignore it, the old man said that the delivery is every day, every day!

   Such a fixed big customer, let alone get out of the car and talk about business together, even if she was asked to pay for a taxi to **** the uncle home, she could not ask for it!

  Finally, the bus entered the city, the asphalt road was wide and flat, the speed of the car increased, and the wind picked up significantly, which made everyone feel relaxed.

   "Hey, eldest brother, the municipal hospital is here, you won't get off?"

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

   The man smiled and waved his hand.

   "If I sit again, I will visit the new changes in our city."

   The fare for the bus from the village to the city is fixed, and there is no need to add extra money for a few more stops.

   However, her eyes glanced at the large backpack in Su Haitang's arms, vaguely guessing the man's mind.

   I'm afraid that he is still unwilling to give up. He plans to talk to Boss Su after getting out of the car. He also wants to buy a melon, and 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 is estimated to be moved by this man's filial piety.

   Saying that you have an appointment with someone to see the goods and can’t sell them, in fact, it’s not just watching people order dishes, and looking down on the muddy legs of the countryside. Did you sell a melon before getting in the car?

  The conductor turned his mind twice, leaned over and whispered a few words to the driver.

  Su Haitang frowned slightly.

   You can't chat with the driver, is this common sense? How dangerous! It's not too much of a concern for the safety of the passengers.

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

   She really cherished her life, but not to the point where all the grass and trees were frightened.

Huh? Her idioms have improved again! Can you try writing an essay?

   Someone deliberately whispered into her ears, saying that Su Haiyan participated in the composition competition in the city, and if she won, she would win prizes; the works that won the first prize could also be published in newspapers and earn writing fees!

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

  The two lives are human, the enmity is difficult to solve, and only she knows the taste of it.

  Sometimes she would feel panicked and wanted to talk to someone, but she never dared to tell the truth or even tell the whole story.

   I wonder if Su Haiyan has such a weak moment. Looking at her busy and beautiful appearance after her return, it is estimated that she is like a duck to water, happy, right?

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

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

   Even if you make up a story under someone else's name and show it to others to prove that Su Haitang really existed in a previous life and won't be forgotten, that's fine.

   "The little girl's family is good at growing melons, everyone is envious, what else is there to worry about?"

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

  Su Haitang smiled, picked up her backpack with all her strength, and got out of the car steadily, not forgetting to turn around and 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 food, so I also get angry, look at my mouth. This sore has been hurting me for a week!"

   "Just do it, sell me a melon, and let the old man have an appetizer. I will take your favor, and I will increase the price!"