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Chapter 65 The Fierce Girl

The old man's hair was gray, his beard was very vigorous, and his eyes were vicissitudes but not cloudy.

Hearing my conversation, he looked up at me and said with a smile, "Yes, I'm busy."

He was wearing white thread gloves, and the gardening shears in his hands were worn to a dark gray color, moist and shiny.

"Would you smoke one?" I stepped forward and handed him a cigarette, and he took it with a smile, put down the scissors and sat side by side with me on the edge of the flower bed.

"Are you a policeman too?" he asked me.

I shook my head: "It's from the prison system."

"Really?" He looked me up and down, "Hey, you are also here to test and train?"

"I don't know, the leader let me be here."

I looked at the flowers, plants and trees in his garden, all of them were well taken care of, except for one golden osmanthus tree, which was half dead.It was this tree that he pruned just now.

"What are you looking at? Are you also interested in gardening?" He asked with a smile.

"That's right, a kid from the countryside, I've been familiar with these things since I was a child." I said, "Master, your tree is dying."

The smile on his face faded, and he said with great melancholy: "Who says it's not, dry spot, I sprayed it with medicine and it didn't work, alas, it's been a long time, I'm a bit reluctant."

"Withered spots?" I got up and walked forward, looking carefully.

This golden osmanthus tree is really a good variety, and its appearance is also good. It can be seen that it has been carefully taken care of.But the leaves are yellow, dry, and dying, which is heartbreaking.

I looked at it carefully for a few minutes, then turned around and said, "Master, this is not blight."

"Why, you know this too?" the uncle said, "Even if you are a child in the countryside, you don't know much about plant diseases and insect pests."

"Hey, I want to be a farmer. Dad is working outside, and I used to rely on me for a few acres of land at home." I smiled, "This golden osmanthus tree has brown spots and dead spots. What kind of medicine did you spray?"

"Bordeaux," replied the old man.

"Add some carbendazim, dilute it at 1:1500, spray it a few times and see. Your golden laurel tree is seriously ill, and I can't guarantee it will work. Treat a dead horse as a living horse medicine..."

The old man readily accepted my suggestion, and after finishing a cigarette, he offered to loose the cigarette for me.We chatted while smoking, and the atmosphere was harmonious.

On the practice field opposite, the atmosphere was in full swing, and I was watching like an outsider.

The two of them were chatting lively when suddenly a voice came from the side.

"Why do you start smoking?"

The voice was very harsh, like a surprise attack by the head teacher in junior high school, it made me shiver with fright.Unable to hold the cigarette in his hand, it slapped down on his pants.Not to mention scalding a hole, I jumped up when it was so hot, and beat and beat repeatedly, but the smoke still crawled down the bottom of my trousers.

"Mom!" I screamed.

I'm wearing training clothes today, with pants that tie my feet.I frantically unbuttoned my trousers, took out the half-red cigarette, and my legs had already been scalded several times.

Anyone who has been burned knows how painful it is to be burned by a cigarette butt. The fire in my heart comes out after rubbing it.

"What did you do?" I raised my head and yelled at the instigator.

It was a young girl, about 23 or 4 years old, with short hair and thin, wheat-colored skin that looked very healthy.

She is about [-], muscular and well-proportioned, and her face is pretty, but fierce and not delicate enough.But it is a little more sturdy, and it has a special charm.

On the small bridge of the nose, there is a black mole the size of a sesame seed.Those eyes were neither big nor small, the black pupils were darker than moles, brighter than diamonds, and sparkling.

I don't know how I offended her, but she looked at me angrily, as if I was her enemy.

enemy?You are my enemy, okay?

I breathed a sigh of relief and stared at her with wide eyes, absolutely not to lose.

"Are you embarrassed to say? This is the training camp area, not your smoking room!" She shouted loudly.

"Are you kidding? This is a camp, but is there a rule that says smoking is not allowed?"

There were indeed no smoking ban notices around, so I looked around and countered her triumphantly.

The old man was smiling, taking one sip after another, and smoked slowly, as if he wanted to stay out of the matter.

While glaring at me, the girl reached out to snatch his cigarette, threw it on the ground and trampled it.She didn't look sideways, but her hands were steady and ruthless.

The old man smiled embarrassingly.

"Still laughing!" She lowered her head and stared at the old man, "From today onwards, you are not allowed to work here anymore!"

When I heard it, I was so angry that I wanted to laugh.This girl regards herself as Cixi, right?Even if it is Empress Dowager Cixi, she won't easily take away other people's jobs, right?

"Don't embarrass the old man, I gave him cigarettes and chatted with him. Before I came just now, he was always diligent and hardworking." I said.

She has a loud voice, and I have to be louder than her to hold her down.

The girl sneered: "Are you still reasonable? Which unit? What's the name?"

"Qingshui Women's Prison, don't change your name or surname, Fang Zhou." I raised my head and looked down at her by virtue of my height.

"Well, Xiao Fang, right? You, you come here." The old man tugged at the corner of my clothes, we walked aside and chatted, and the girl stood where she was, looking at us with a sneer.

"What's the matter, sir?" I asked, "Are you afraid of losing your job? It's okay, I will explain it to your leaders for you. How can there be such an unreasonable guy? Is gardening workers breaking the law by smoking a cigarette? I have to rely on smoking to get rid of fatigue..."

"No, what I mean is, look at her epaulettes." The old man whispered.

I looked back, and the girl was carrying three four-pointed star flowers on her shoulders, oh my god, she turned out to be a first-class superintendent!The point is, so young!

Could this be Tianshan Child Elder?Have a good face?At least forty and up to reach this level.Or, is it possible that someone graduated with a doctorate?

I was sweating profusely, but on second thought, it was useless to sweat, people were already offended.Besides, I didn't make a mistake, she can't control me.Fang Zhou, straighten your back!

"It's okay, sir, don't be afraid." I patted the old man on the shoulder, "Actually, if you lose your job, I'll introduce you to another job."

I had no choice but to comfort myself and the old man.

The old man laughed, not knowing whether it was embarrassment or fear.

"The two of you are done talking, have you discussed it? Okay, you, Song Qiubo, dare to confront me openly now?" The girl crossed her arms and said with a sneer.

Looking up?This old man has a good name!I almost couldn't hold back and laughed out loud.However, I always feel that this name is quite familiar, as if I have heard it somewhere.

Of course, it's also possible that it's purely for flirting, and Song Qiubo is a homonym.

Old man Song's face darkened: "Who told you to call me by my full name?"

"If you smoke again, I will still bark. Not only will I bark, but I will also take it to the broadcasting room!" The girl grabbed his sore foot and threatened triumphantly.

"You!" Old man Song got a little angry, his neck was stiff and his veins were bulging.

"What's wrong with me? Do you want me to tell your wife?" the girl said.

This quarrel, the more noisy it is, the more wrong it is.