Lin Liansheng's face turned pale for a moment, his body swayed slightly, and he almost fell down.
The next moment, he made up his mind, walked forward with an expressionless face, and reached out to grab the basket. Lin Yuansheng pulled the basket out, and with a pull, the basket fell over, and all the things in the basket rolled to the ground, covered with dust.
Lin Yuansheng threw the empty basket on the ground and glanced at the things on the ground with disgust. "Bad luck."
Glancing at Lin Liansheng who was stunned on the spot, Lin Yuansheng waved his hand generously, "Forget it, forget it, it's just a broken thing, I don't bother to argue with you, when I think about it being you who got it, I feel sick just thinking about it."
After saying that, Lin Yuansheng turned around and left in a good mood, quickly disappearing into the alley.
Lin Liansheng stood there stiffly like a sculpture for a long time before he slowly squatted down and picked up the things one by one and put them back into the basket.
The last thing he picked up was a piece of pork, which was covered in dust and couldn't be cleaned no matter how hard he wiped it.
Suddenly, two drops of crystal liquid fell on it.
The hair on his forehead blocked his view, and Lin Liansheng lowered his head. No one could see the expression on his face at that moment.
He quickly picked up the pork and put it in the basket.
Soon, Lin Liansheng came to a small, old tile-roofed house. This was where he lived and also his home.
He married three times, and all three wives died.
They left Lin Liansheng no money and no place to live.
He found this tile-roofed house in the county town himself. It was relatively cheap, but it was a bit narrow and old.
If Zhao Chuchu were here, she would definitely say that this is not old at all, it is simply a dangerous building that will collapse at any time.
Before he entered the house, someone suddenly came from behind and hugged the thin him into his arms. There was a unique smell on that person, the smell of pork.
"Brother Lian." The man called in his ear, "I'm here."
Lin Liansheng turned his head and saw that it was the female owner of the pork stall.
He didn't pay attention to the man's manipulation of him at this moment. After a moment of hesitation, he smiled sweetly, "Boss Chen."
He smiled like a flower, but his eyes were still red.
Boss Chen didn't notice. She took Lin Liansheng's hand and kneaded it, "Lian'er, darling, I'm here to accompany you. Let's go in quickly."
She swallowed and looked at Lin Liansheng with eyes that seemed to be shining.
Lin Liansheng's face turned pale, but a smile still hung on the corner of his lips. "Okay, welcome, Boss Chen."
The door of the tile-roofed house was opened and two people entered.
Perhaps the buildings surrounding the tile-roofed house are relatively tall, blocking the view of the small tile-roofed house. Looking from outside the door into the tile-roofed house, it is dark inside.
Two figures gradually walked into the darkness, and the door was closed again...
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Lin Liansheng had just gone to buy something, and because the distance was not far, he was quickly noticed by the people at the dock.
He was already a "celebrity" in the county, and his appearance attracted a lot of discussion, especially the women, young or middle-aged, who all looked meaningfully at Lin Liansheng's back.
Zhao Chuchu also glanced at it.
She had no interest in Lin Liansheng; she just wanted to see what the young widow who had charmed the original owner looked like. From a distance, Lin Liansheng was indeed good-looking, but she frowned slightly when she saw him being taken advantage of without resisting, and even accepting the gift from the vendor as if nothing had happened.
After taking a look, Zhao Chuchu withdrew her gaze without much emotion and continued to carry the big bag.
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