Chapter 51: Not only do I know her, I'm also pursuing her! It's a bit too corny...
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The yellow construction vehicle suddenly stopped a hundred meters outside Shen's house, and workers swarmed down, pulling up fences, grabbing tools, and starting to dig.
The network suddenly went down.
After investigation, it was discovered that the construction workers did not confirm the pipeline location with the operator.
With one shovel, the optical cable was severed.
The internet access of nearby residents and scenic area offices was largely paralyzed.
Ms. Wang Guihua's mobile phone was connected to the home Wi-Fi, and the signal was lost in outer space.
The phone screen is frozen.
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Chi Leyou, who was far away on the other side of the earth, did not see the appearance of Wang Guihua's family clearly.
She saw a scene that she would never forget.
As luck would have it, the stuck picture was the "torture photo" of Wang Guihua's grandson - not the naked side.
The boy in the photo is hung on an osmanthus tree by a hemp rope. The picture is still, but the girl can feel the dynamic picture.
The child's tragic howling, the frantic struggle of the child as his feet left the ground and stomped on the air, the furious old father hidden on the other side of the camera, the shrieking sound of the belt cutting through the air, and then the crisp sound of the flesh exploding after landing on his buttocks...
"What are you looking at? You look very interested." In the spirit of sharing gossip, the roommate leaned over.
Chi Leyou held the phone to his chest.
"Nothing." Her heart was electrocuted and skipped a beat.
Park Ye-jin: "Tsk, so mysterious."
It was clearly a photo of a child being beaten, but her intuition told her not to share it with her roommate.
Chi Leyou is a good baby.
She edited the WeChat message and clicked send.
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The Wi-Fi is gone, and the phone switches to 5G network.
The video was interrupted, and Wang Guihua was still unsatisfied: "What a nice girl! Humph, that lousy thing is not even worthy of me!"
Downstairs, Shen Che shouted at her, his feet like rockets, and rushed to the old lady's room.
The joy of her grandson's return was dampened. Comparing the two peers, Wang Guihua frowned in disdain: "He's back, so what? Why are you yelling?"
Chen Che rakes his hair, places one hand on his waist, and paces back and forth, his mind filled with short-circuited wires: "Grandma, your online class teacher."
Oh, why bring up such a thing? Wang Guihua looked him up and down. His hair was a mess, and those eyes that everyone praised so much, where was the spark in them?
Where had her noble, cold, and reserved grandson gone?
The boy in front of me is just a greenhorn.
"I wanted to introduce you to someone earlier," Wang Guihua said, her lips curled up. "You were the one who said you liked a girl—ah, a girl." She emphasized the words and observed Chen Che's expression. "I believe for the time being that you like a girl."
"You regret it now? You want me to introduce you to someone? No way!" Wang Guihua was a young old lady with very positive values. Every word she said was powerful. "That girl deserves better."
Shen Che was anxious: "Is her last name Chi, the same as Yang Wanli's "Little Pond"?"
"Oh, you're still using background checks." Wang Guihua curled her lips and sneered, "Don't be so greedy while having your cake and eating it too. You're such a despicable person."
Shen Che was stunned by the scolding: "You filmed it and showed it to her?!"
His eyes fell on the desk.
Two photos lay quietly.
His dark history, his humiliation, the past he most wants to bury.
Chen Che forced himself to calm down: "Front side, or back side?!"
The old lady didn't understand her grandson's point: "Is there a difference?"
Just as she was about to take the photo, a gust of wind blew in front of her and her grandson snatched the photo away like a ghost.
This was not enough, Shen Che took her phone away and placed it in front of the old lady, unlocking it with his face.
“?” It’s not enough to just tear off the tiles from the roof, but they even don’t let go of the old cell phones?
WeChat received a new message.
It was his familiar WeChat avatar.
Teacher Xiaochi: Mr. Wang, children also need privacy. Do not send photos showing elephants to others.
At this moment, the collapse of the mountains and the cracking of the earth appeared before his eyes. There was a loud bang in Chen Che's ears and a white light in front of his eyes.
"What's the matter?"
Wang Guihua noticed that her grandson's face looked strange. The petite old lady stood on tiptoe with her palms facing upwards.
Pa pa.
No matter what, give them both a slap in the face first.
"...Grandma, what else did you tell her about me?"
"Are you looking for trouble?" Wang Guihua looked around and saw that her grandson's face was dark and he looked like a stray dog. She immediately felt something was wrong. "You little brat, are you looking for trouble?"
"Tell me now, and think quickly."
Wang Guihua realized that her grandson and Teacher Xiaochi were both studying at Maple Leaf Country. She asked, "Do you know each other?"
Shen Che gritted his teeth: “Not only do I know her, I’m also pursuing her!”
“…”
The old lady is half dead.
Every day she takes online classes with the mood of visiting a grave, and the best time is after class!
The little girl was alone in a foreign country without any family around her, and her life was very tight. The old lady found an excuse to chat about family matters, and included the overtime in the tuition fee. She paid more money on top of the originally agreed price in various ways.
Naturally, she often criticized her grandson.
"Besides saying I'm a spendthrift, what other bad things did you say?" The victim's eyes were red and every word he said was tearful.
Wang Guihua, feeling guilty, waved her hands and tried to explain: "Grandma didn't say much about you."
"Well, yes, you scolded me in front of the girl I like."
“…”
"No," Wang Guihua blinked, "...Do you really know him?"
Chen Che took out his phone and wanted to pin his WeChat to the top of the screen for her to see. As soon as he unlocked his phone, Wang Guihua saw his phone desktop.
The dimples at the corners of Teacher Koike's mouth make her look delicate and pretty when she smiles.
"You believe it?"
"Um……"
"What else do you say about me?"
"A full-time grandson, a childish guy in his twenties still playing with building blocks—"
"That's Lego!" Shen Che was shivering with anger.
The person in front of me is not a grandson at all, he is the incarnation of the judge of hell.
Chen Che gave the old lady a look, and she swallowed her saliva: "I admit it, I admit it... and you still say you are a Pekingese dog."
"What's wrong with me, Ms. Wang?"
"Who made you spoiled?!"
His chest was heaving violently, and a feeling of pent-up anger was about to burst out of his chest. There was no trace of the proud and arrogant look of a purebred dog. He was just a miserable little dog that had lost its home.
"Anything else?" Chen Che poked Chi Leyou's profile picture on his phone. "Don't force me to ask her. Confess and you'll get leniency!"
The old lady stammered, "Mount Emei..."
"What? Make some noise."
"Little monkey from Mount Emei."
Oh, a different species. Shen Che had a blank expression.
The serious Wang Guihua added: "Gay version."
“…”
"Who are you blaming? Who brought that 2-meter electric pole home?! That pole smashed my door frame when it came in. Do you know how expensive that wood is?"
This is a vicious cycle.
He stood here, hit right between the eyebrows by the arrow he had shot a year ago.
Seeing her grandson's face turning pale and blue, Wang Guihua poked his arm and said, "Do you want me to explain this to Teacher Xiaochi? She's a very nice person."
"She teaches you, how much salary do you pay her?" Shen Che changed the subject.
"One thousand yuan per lesson."
"You're a capitalist?!" Shen Che said sternly, interrupting Grandma without caring about respect. "New China has been established for so many years, and exploitation still exists?"
The old lady was unhappy and argued with her grandson: "How did I exploit the little girl?! Buy a piece of wild ginseng..."
Grandma's babble of words poured down on Che like beans.
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He returned to his room like a lost dog and threw himself onto the bed. After a moment, he took out a pen and paper and started calculating on the computer like an accountant.
One thousand and one lessons.
Xiao Shen bought wild ginseng for 1,200,000 yuan per root, and Xiao Chi took private lessons for 1,000 yuan per session. If Xiao Shen had not bought the ginseng, but instead chosen to improve himself and spend the money on tutoring, how many private lessons could he have taken?
Answer: 1200000/1000=1200 (sections)
If Xiao Shen attends classes every day, how many years can he last?
Answer: 1200/365=3 (years)…105 (days)
What kind of child is Xiao Shen as can be seen from this question?
Answer: Xiao Shen, who fell in love early, was a coward. He didn't catch up with Xiao Chi for three whole years.
Shen Che threw the pen away.
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He half-sat on the edge of the bed, feet touching the floor, the warmth of the floor heating seeping into his skin. The nanny knew he was home, and the humidifier in the room was running, the essential oil diffuser delivering a refreshing and refreshing scent.
But he was like a thorn in the flesh, feeling uncomfortable all over.
The desire to talk to her rose to his throat, but shame pulled him back down.
A feeling of stagnation in my neck made it difficult to move forward or backward.
In the circle of friends, Chi Leyou’s comment lay there quietly: I wish my aunt a speedy recovery.
He responded with a pitiful crying face.
Their mutual friend Zhao Xizhi replied:?
Lu Ziyu also replied: "Why are you crying? I just video chatted with my aunt. Her legs look scary. My uncle packed them according to the standards of Jinhua ham!"
Chen Che privately messaged Lu Ziyu: "Delete your comment, or your reputation will be ruined forever."
My cowardly cousin deleted it immediately.
He stared blankly at the crying face expression without waiting for Chi Leyou's reply.
"Master, it's time to eat."
Shen Che turned his head, revealing a face that was uglier than crying.
Mrs. Wang: “…”
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dinner.
Chen Che leaned back in his chair with a gloomy mood, while Mrs. Wang, who was in charge of cooking, seemed to be hesitant to speak.
Every time the young master returns home, he pounces on his food like a hungry wolf. For the first time, Mrs. Wang began to doubt her own cooking skills.
After Wang Guihua's publicity, the whole family knew that Shen Che liked Teacher Xiaochi.
"Ah! It's the girl from the swimming pool!" Du Yuanshan suddenly realized and slapped her thigh - bang, hitting the arm that Shen Dahe extended. He hissed, "Wife, don't get excited, your leg will be hurt again."
The whole family skipped dinner and sat together to look at photos of Teacher Koike.
Chen Che was not very happy: "What are you looking at? It's not a giant monkey in the zoo."
The old lady said: "Teacher Koike doesn't post selfies on WeChat Moments."
Du Yuanshan testified: "The girl is very pretty, and she's paired with this jerk...Tsk, she might even look down on him."
This sentence hit home with Haodaer. After two hours of holding his phone, there were no new comments on his Moments. There was no movement from Chi Leyou, and Shen Che wondered if he had sent the wrong emoji.
Shen Dahe also wanted to see it, and pointed at the table with his finger, like a director in a meeting: "Let me see the photo."
Shen Che was dissatisfied with his stiff tone and retorted: “It’s not a photo of a wanted criminal, so you can look at it if you want?”
"You kid!"
The reunion dinner turned into a breakup dinner.
Latest news on WeChat.
Chi Leyou: What's wrong? Is your mother not feeling well?
No one was eating at the table. Several people stretched their heads to watch Chen Che type word by word: It takes a hundred days to heal a broken bone.
Du Yuanshan curled her lips. She just pulled a muscle. The large bruise looked scary, but she would be fine after a week of rest.
After a while, the girl sent a recipe: how to make pork bone soup.
She also said that her leg bone injury needed to be healed, and asked Chen Che to make soup for her mother.
Unexpectedly, the young master sent a voice message: I can't cook.
When Shen Dahe heard his son's pitiful sigh, his hair stood on end.
Voice messages went back and forth, and the girl also sent a 60-second long voice message, explaining in detail how to make pork bone soup: "Go to the vegetable market and pick out fresh pork shanks, corn, carrots, and water chestnuts - ah, water chestnuts are also called water caltrops."
She paused, then added a sentence in the H City dialect, and Shen Che understood it immediately.
"Blanch the pork bones until they are boiling, then skim off any foam...Add salt 10 minutes before turning off the heat to prevent the meat from becoming tough. Don't add too much salt. Your mother is a patient, so don't give her something too salty."
Du Yuanshan held her chin with both hands, her eyes curved into two crescents, and she said "Mom" again. But when the words came out of the little girl's mouth, they sounded sweet and soft.
How many years has it been since she heard the double-syllable "Mom"?
Shen Che replied obediently: "I'll make soup for my mother tomorrow."
"..." Du Yuanshan put down her hand, feeling a little disgusted.
Chi Leyou was very patient: "Yes, if you have any questions, feel free to ask me."
So, he pushed her further and asked, "Can I video chat with you? You can teach me via video. This is my first time making soup for my mother, and I'm afraid it won't be good."
"!!!" Everyone fell to their knees. Had he been possessed? This was a bit too corny.
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