After dinner, Zhou Yian was too lazy to go to the park. What’s the point of going to the park in this era?
She secretly pulled Song Songbai and said, "Let's go to the scrap yard. I bought a lot of things yesterday. They were really cheap."
"Let's go treasure hunting."
She was frightened by Song Songbai's proposal yesterday, and she didn't even ask him to look at her pile of waste.
Forget it, I can look for it again. I didn’t look very carefully yesterday.
"But I don't know how to get from the cinema to the scrap yard." Zhou Yian was confused.
Song Songbai laughed grimly, "I don't know either. Let's ask someone."
One lucky audience member will be randomly selected.
I found the scrap yard safely, and it was the same young man with a crew cut from yesterday.
"Comrade Zhou, you're here again. We just received a batch of goods yesterday. You can go and take a look later." The crew-haired young man smiled attentively. "Who is this?"
"He's also an educated youth who went to the countryside. His last name is Song. He came to the scrap yard with me."
"So what are you doing?" the young man asked, looking at them. "What's your relationship?"
"Well, we're still friends now." Zhou Yian smiled awkwardly. It would be fine if Fang Lai asked this question, but why did this young man ask it too?
How should she answer? Should she say that she still wanted to lure him out again so that Song Songbai wouldn't get him too easily?
Upsetting.
Hearing this, Song Songbai gave the shaved girl a forced smile and took her hand, "Let's go in and take a look."
Only the short-haired guy was left standing there stupidly.
Song Songbai suppressed his anger and watched Zhou Yian rummaging through things over there.
Every time I see something interesting, I come over and ask him.
He sighed and went over to go treasure hunting with her.
After searching through the pages, I found a painting that looked interesting. Judging from the paper and ink, it must have been from over a hundred years ago. I don't know the artist, but it's not a famous one, but it should still make some money.
While searching, Zhou Yian accidentally pressed something black. His hand was a little dirty.
He took it out and it looked like a piece of ink. Zhou Yian, not knowing the value of it, immediately wanted to put it back.
"An An," Song Songbai called her, "bring it here for me to see."
Smell and observe carefully.
Zhou Yian leaned over and asked, "What is it?"
"This should be Hui Mo."
"Hui ink? Is it the Hui ink that is said to be worth one ounce of gold?" Zhou Yian was ecstatic.
It's like gold, huh? Such a big piece.
Sent again.
After searching through the books, I couldn't seem to find anything of value. Then I saw two old radios.
Zhou Yian approached Song Songbai and said, "Brother Song, can you repair a radio? Here are two broken radios. I also bought one yesterday. Can you try to fix one of them?"
There are really no radio tickets left.
It's also good to find another shortcut.
"You can try." Song Songbai answered her.
"Okay, let's take these and go." There were two paintings, and another one that Zhou Yian thought was pretty good and planned to hang in his own room, two old radios, and a box containing a large piece of Hui ink.
Otherwise, it would be too conspicuous to pay directly with Hui Mo.
"Comrade, how much do these cost?"
"1.5 yuan." said the young man with a crew cut.
It's a little more expensive than yesterday. Zhou Yian didn't bargain and just took out the money.
Otherwise, what if it is revealed that the young man gave her a bargain yesterday? Song Songbai will start asking questions again.
Seeing that it was Zhou Yian who paid the money, the young man with a crew cut was surprised and looked at Song Songbai as if he was a gigolo.
Zhou Yian smiled and walked out the door, "I can return the passbook to you."
"No need, it's yours now."
"You've already given me your wife's money. What if you meet someone you like more?" Zhou Yian asked deliberately.
"No, never." Song Songbai replied with a smile, "I will only like you forever."
How long does the "forever" that boys talk about last?
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There is a lack of entertainment activities nowadays. Zhou Yian feels bored and decides to go back to the photo studio and wait for photos.
When I returned to the photo studio, I found that Fang Lai had already developed the photos and was sitting there drinking tea.
Zhou Yian wanted to go forward and take the photo.
Fang Lai had already handed the photos and camera to Song Songbai.
It clearly shows a shirtless photo of Ge Qiuze.
Zhou Yian's pupils trembled.
She felt something was wrong when she saw Song Songbai's expression, wondering if he was committing domestic violence.
"Brother Fang, we have something else to do, so we'll leave first. Sorry to bother you."
"Okay, come and play again when you have time." Fang replied.
Song Songbai pulled Zhou Yian out of the store.
Turn into a secluded alley.
Song Songbai pushed her against the wall, lowered his head and started tearing it apart.
With unrelenting anger.
Zhou Yian was suffocated by the kiss and kept pushing him away with her hands.
I pushed his abdomen, which was uneven, and touched it twice.
Song Songbai paused for a moment and continued.
It was pitch black.
When Zhou Yian was seeing stars, Song Songbai finally let her go.
My lips hurt.
"Are you in a relationship?" Song Songbai asked, panting.
"What?" Zhou Yian was stunned.
He lowered his head and tore her apart again.
Zhou Yian was in tears. She didn't say she didn't want to be with him anymore. Please give her another chance.
My mouth hurts so much, my technique is really not good at all.
After a long while, he let her go and asked, "Are you a virgin?"
Zhou Yian immediately covered his mouth and said incoherently, "Department, Department."
"Heh," Song Songbai sneered, and touched her lips with his slender fingers, "Really, I wanted to be gentle with you."
"If you flirt with other women again, I'll break your legs." One after another, without stopping.
Woohoo, thank you, I'm regretting it already.
You should have agreed directly yesterday, but you are so fierce today.
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