Chapter 144: Brother-Back to 18, I became rich by spending money
I waited for the old clothes recycler to come and collect the clothes. Because there were so many clothes cleared out at home, the recycler had to fill four boxes.
The platform charges a fee for recycling, 50 cents per kilogram, and I was finally paid 80 yuan, of which the old winter clothes accounted for a large part.
Wen Mingxiu took the money and said to the mother and daughter with a smile, "80 yuan for so many clothes is not bad. I can even buy two kilograms of beef later."
"Some of these clothes are quite old. They have changed in shape after being worn for a long time. Several of them were bought when you and I got married, and it has been twenty years now. I have never been willing to throw them away. I don't know why, but after cleaning up these clothes, I actually feel a little relaxed." Yu Qiu sighed as he sat on the sofa.
Wen Yan did not interrupt her mother's reminiscence, but said to her father, "Dad, I want to eat durian. Take this money and add some more to buy a durian."
Wen Mingxiu agreed to his daughter's request, "I'll go out and buy it for you later. Do you want anything else to eat?"
"No need. I'm moving tomorrow. It would be troublesome to take the durian with me. I'll buy it when I get there." I haven't eaten durian for a few days and I'm a little craving it.
Wen Yi finished his evening study at 9 o'clock in the evening. Wen Yan ate three petals of durian before driving to pick him up.
When I drove to the school gate, there was still half an hour before the get out of class ended. I sent him a message and told him that I would wait for him at the school gate. They definitely wouldn't look at their phones during class, but they would definitely take out their phones to look at them after class.
While there was still some time, Wen Yan got off the car and went to the stall at the school gate.
When she was in school, she often ate it after school. She knew it was not clean, but it smelled good.
I remember when I was in high school, there was a spicy hot pot restaurant at the school gate. I had to eat there almost every two days, and the more I ate, the more delicious it became.
Later, there was news that some stores would add a small amount of poppy powder to the ingredients in order to retain customers. A small amount is not fatal, but it can be mildly addictive.
I remember that the students from their school went to ask the proprietress at the door, and finally the school intervened. They were not relieved until it was proven that there were indeed no addictive drugs, but just enough ingredients.
I bought a box of grilled cold noodles and a grilled sausage, then went back to the car and slowly started eating.
The sausage is baked very crispy, sprinkled with chili powder and cumin, and it tastes particularly delicious when you bite it.
While we were eating, the bell rang inside the school, and students gradually came out.
There are many parents at the school gate. It is cold in winter, and some parents who live far away are worried about their children, so they come to pick them up at night.
Wen Yan didn't go downstairs. It was too cold outside, so she sat in the car and watched. She had sent the license plate number to Wen Yi, so even if she got it wrong, Wen Yi would find it himself.
But fortunately, after a while she saw him pushing a cart out, and there were several classmates pushing carts beside him, both boys and girls.
"Wen Yi, Wang Jie said that you won't be going with us today?" the girl next to him asked him. Usually, if they were going the same way, they would ride their bikes back together.
Wen Yi almost got into his clothes because it was too cold. "No, it's too cold. My sister is on vacation. She will pick me up."
According to the message his sister sent him, the white SUV was very conspicuous and was parked right opposite the school gate.
"I won't talk to you anymore. I'm leaving. Be careful on the road." After saying that, he pushed the cart quickly over there.
Wen Yan opened the trunk for him and let him put the car in by himself.
Wen Yi looked at his sister's car. It was so cool. His sister's car was different from other women's. He was so envious.
He quickly climbed onto the passenger seat and closed the door. "Sister, your car is so cool. I really want to become an adult soon. Then I want to buy a sports car."
Wen Yan handed him the half-eaten cold noodles in her hand. It would be a waste to throw them away. "I just ate half of it and can't finish it anymore. There are durians at home. Why do you like sports cars? They look nice, but they are not very comfortable to sit in. Not very practical."
"I'm still young. What does practicality matter to me? Being handsome is enough." For boys, being handsome is enough, okay?
Wen Yan was speechless. Okay, "When you're an adult, finish the college entrance exam, and get your driver's license, I'll buy you a sports car. If you want a sports car, the famous Porsche 911, how about that?"
When Wen Yi heard this, his eyes lit up, "Really? Can I really have it? My dear sister, I love you so much."
"The prerequisite is that you have to get into a good university. Otherwise, it will be a problem whether there are parking lots in ordinary universities. Of course, you can't drive a sports car and mess around with girls. We don't allow scumbags in our family." She didn't want her brother to be like Xu Shao in the future. He changed girlfriends like changing clothes, and everyone knew that he was a scumbag.
At this point, before Wen Yi could refute, he quickly asked him, "Do you have any girls you like at school?"
Wen Yi was helpless. His sister's train of thought was terrible.
"No, there's no type I like. I'm still young, why would I want to date? I'd rather play a few more games with that time."
When Wen Yan heard this, his attention was immediately diverted. "So what type of girls do you like?"
"Sometimes gentle, sometimes lively and cute, everyone in our family is good-looking, so I'm not what the Internet says about ordinary boys. Which boy doesn't have a face control? I don't require the same as you, but at least a 9 point score." In Wen Yi's eyes, he has never seen a girl prettier than his sister.
Everyone in their family is good-looking, and she grew up looking at her sister's looks, not to mention that her sister became even more beautiful after entering university. In comparison, she became even less interested in the girls in school.
Wen Yan was so happy with her brother's subtle praise that she said, "Of course I can. I'm so pretty, and my sister-in-law must be pretty too. It's a good thing to have a good suitor."
After returning home, Wen Yi put down his schoolbag, picked up a durian on the coffee table and started eating it, while walking towards the room.
When Wen Yan was changing clothes, she heard a loud cry, "Sister! Why are all my clothes gone?!"
Wen Yi opened the wardrobe and saw only a few clothes in it. Where were the rest of the clothes? He quickly rushed to his sister's room.
Wen Yan, who was doing skin care, didn't respond to his voice when she heard her mother shouting from the bedroom, "Why are you shouting? It's late at night. Even the gate of the community can hear you."
He carefully moved into his sister's room and lay down on her bed with a feeling of despair. Alas.
"We're moving tomorrow, and we have too many clothes at home, so we packed them up. We had the clothes recycler come to our house today and take everything away. Here, the durian you're eating was bought in exchange for that pile of clothes."
Wen Yi felt that the durian he had just eaten suddenly tasted different.
"I cleaned your room. I kept the nice-looking clothes and took away all the ugly ones. In a couple of days, when you go to school, the house will be cleaned up. When mom and I go shopping, I'll buy you new clothes."
What else could he do? His sister had clearly arranged everything for him. Alas.
Just when he was feeling melancholy, he saw his sister's cell phone on the bed ringing, and one of the notes was a voice call from Tiamo.
"Sister, this note is Tiamo's phone number. Who is this? It's another English name I don't recognize." He handed the phone to his sister and let her see it.
Wen Yan was enjoying the essence with his hands, and he didn't know where to answer the phone. It was a bit funny to hear him spelling the words one by one. It seemed that he had never had a girlfriend.
"Please answer the phone for me. Let him wait a moment. I'm wiping my face." It was just right to give the two of them a surprise. I didn't know when this silly brother of mine would be able to react.
When Wen Yi heard this, he picked up the phone without thinking, "Hello, please wait a moment, my sister is doing skin care and her hands are busy."
Meng Qinghe was lying on the bed. When he saw the phone was answered, he swallowed the baby in his mouth before he could say anything.
My sister? Ayan's younger brother?
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