Space Spirit Spring: Farmer Girl Cleverly Headed Home

The old man did not leave his address in public. He asked Su Haitang after getting off the bus at the terminal, and he agreed to get off the bus and talk in detail.

Su Haitang certainly has no opinion.

She didn't ignore it, the old man said that it was delivered every day, every day!

Such a fixed big customer, let alone get out of the car to discuss business together, even if she asks her to pay for a taxi to **** the uncle home, she can't ask for it!

Finally, the passenger car entered the city, the asphalt road was wide and flat, the speed of the car increased, and the wind was obviously louder, which made everyone feel relaxed.

"Hey, that big brother, the municipal hospital is here, you can't get down?"

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

The man smiled and waved his hands.

"If I sit down again, I will take a look at the new changes in our city."

The fare from the village to the city is fixed, and there is no need to pay more for a few more stops. After the conductor has fulfilled his duty of reminding, he doesn’t say much.

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

I am afraid that he is still reluctant to give up. He plans to talk to Boss Su after getting off the car, and buy a melon too softly, to honor his uncle who has no appetite for bitter summer, right?

Boss Su is soft-hearted, and her own family is in such a situation, and she is probably moved by the man's filial piety, and she can really get a melon for him if she says it's not good.

When you say that you have an appointment with people to see the goods, you can’t sell them. In fact, it’s not because you look down on the country’s mud legs. Sell ​​a melon without seeing you get in the car?

The conductor turned his eyes twice and leaned over to mutter a few words to the driver.

Su Haitang frowned slightly.

Can't chat with the driver, shouldn't it be common sense? How dangerous! This is too far from taking the safety of passengers to heart.

But she looked at the passengers who got off the bus and boarded An Ran again, and no one felt that such behavior was inappropriate, so she swallowed the reminder.

She really cherishes her life, but she hasn't reached the point where everything is scared.

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

Someone deliberately sent a message to her, saying that Su Haiyan participated in the city's composition competition, and if he wins, he will get a prize; the first prize works can also be published in the newspaper, earning money for the manuscript!

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

The two lives are human, and the enmity and hatred are hard to understand, and only she knows what it feels like.

Sometimes she felt suffocated and wanted to talk to someone, but she didn't dare 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 looks after she came back, it's probably like a fish in water, are you happy?

Su Haitang never felt like a hypocritical person. Hypocritical is a very advanced word, at least she thinks she doesn't have that condition, and she can't be too busy all day long.

But when she woke up from a nightmare in the middle of the night, she would want to talk.

Even if you ask someone else to make up a story and show it to others, it proves that Su Haitang in the previous life really existed and will not be forgotten. That's fine.

"The little girl's family, she grows a good melon, everyone is envious, 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, put his backpack on his shoulders, and got out of the car steadily, not forgetting to turn back 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 and eighty-four, all of us are hanging in our hearts. Father has no appetite for eating, so I will get angry too. Look at my mouth. This fire sore has hurt me for a week!"

"You can do it, sell me a melon, and let the old man have an appetite. I will accept your favor, and I will increase the price!"