Suddenly it rained heavily, and we were together by chance;
We were all wet from the rain, and we were still strangers;
You hold the umbrella and I wait here.
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Half of Bi Yue's body was covered by a large black umbrella held diagonally in front of her. Not to mention her face, even her top was completely covered.
Walking against the wind and on a cloudy day, it was already dark outside at this time, but strangely enough, Chu Yifeng could recognize it at a glance.
He was not surprised. Perhaps he subconsciously thought that he had never seen a girl dressed so poorly. The surrounding environment also made it rare for him to see black drawstring cloth shoes, especially the kind of pure handmade country shoes.
Chu Yifeng was still supporting his bicycle with both feet. He pursed his lower lips, and only a shallow dimple appeared on his left cheek.
If you don't look carefully, many people would think that the dimples and smile lines are caused by his handsome and three-dimensional facial features and high cheekbones.
In fact, he was quite adorable as a child thanks to this feature, but as an adult, at the age of twenty-six, he resented it.
Although it was a good idea that everyone would say hello when they met each other in the future, Chu Yifeng was a person who never took the initiative, except for superiors, especially women.
Bi Yue walked quickly but still kept thinking about the waste oil barrel.
When she left the Chu family just now, she happened to see two rusty and abandoned diesel barrels at the corner of the gatehouse.
well!
How great it would be if I could just ask for it, if I could buy it.
She had a sixth sense that if she asked for it, Aunt Liang would give it to her, but that was too shameless. She didn't know how to repay the favor of being able to prepay her tutoring fees just for this.
It is said that it is now forbidden to resell waste oil drums. No one dares to deal with these scrap copper and iron openly because it is illegal and will be punished.
How could she find one? She didn't have a permanent stall or a kitchen, so she couldn't do without it.
Bi Yue, who was worried about the journey, tightened her suit jacket with her hands. The breeze blew and the rain poured, and the small vest with no sleeves inside was really cold.
"Um..." Chu Yifeng, who looked like a drowned rat, spoke awkwardly.
Bi Yue stood with her umbrella straight, and her pink and pretty round face was finally exposed.
Those big, watery eyes only looked at the bicycle and never at the cyclist.
Bi Yue held on to her umbrella that was blown by the wind, took a step forward, turned an arc, and made way for Chu Yifeng in front of her.
Before I knew it...Bi Yue was gone.
Realizing it belatedly... Chu Yifeng looked back.
The feeling of expressing the wrong feelings is a bit terrible.
Chu Yifeng pedaled his bicycle twice quickly. He felt very uncomfortable when he thought about how he had been like a fool, being drenched in the rain, waiting, and being left out by Bi Yue.
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Boxer braids, also known as double scorpion braids.
Because it is tight and strong, the hair will not become messy due to punching, nor will it fly away in the wind after a busy day, hence the name.
Bi Yue got up excitedly at three o'clock in the morning. Her nimble little hands flipped around, and soon her new look appeared. A pretty little girl with two big braids appeared in the small mirror.
He carefully took the basin and went out to wash up. Holding his schoolbag, he tiptoed to pack his books and things and closed the dormitory door.
The other seven roommates in the dormitory were still in sweet dreams, but Bi Yue had already set off.
She was so happy that she didn't find the diesel barrel at the scrap recycling station, but with the old man's guidance, she went to the welding shop and bought it secretly. She really felt that the place that many people disliked so much that they pinched their noses when passing by was her lucky place.
What made her even happier was that she could start working hard with her brother. Although her eldest brother was stunned after hearing her plan, he was stunned for a minute or two before muttering under his breath, "You're a spendthrift."
Twenty yuan was gone just like that, and the eldest brother Bicheng was very upset.
But Bi Yue solemnly guaranteed on the spot: This small business is definitely the first step for the Bi family to make a fortune.
That's how it was. The brother and sister were busy preparing for the work until late at night. When they returned to school separately, they both knocked on the dormitory door and lied. Not only did Bi Yue lie herself, she also helped Bi Cheng make up a lie.
After only three hours of sleep, the brother and sister appeared in the dilapidated warehouse again.
Bi Yue just couldn't believe it. How could one be poor forever?! Making a fortune through hard work is the most glorious thing!
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People in Kyoto call burning honeycomb coal "longhuo". Black coal blocks are put in, and grayish-white honeycomb coal comes out.
Bi Yue frowned as she listened to the clattering sound of Bi Cheng's sawing.
"Brother, the coal seller said that the new coal is wet and needs to be aired outside. What are we going to use then?"
Bi Cheng wiped his face with his sleeve, sweating profusely. "Add some more kindling, wood, or something." He pointed to the waste oil barrel in his hand and said, "Look, it's this high, isn't it? There should be a hole for poking the stove and removing the ashes, right?"
The urgently modified "stove" was burning red, and was sawed down to the knee-high waste oil barrel, with a half-worn large black pot sitting on it.
Borrow a light...Bi Yue, with a silly little round face, went to ask for help from the pancake sister.
She first put the honeycomb coal that had never been burned into the stove in the pancake sister's house. After it was burned to one-third, she shoveled it with her two thin arms, ran all the way, and stuffed it into her own "stove".
"Sister, it's a waste. Don't mix animal oil and soybean oil." Bi Cheng closed his eyes. This half bucket of oil would be enough for the whole family to eat for a long time.
Bi Yue instinctively looked up, her eyes scanning the surroundings like a thief: "Keep your voice down!" Then she whispered to Bi Cheng: "What do you know? It's too expensive to not add lard. Pork is cheap, and soybean oil is expensive!"
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