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Chu Yifeng's hands were red from the cold. He stood in the yard, wiping his car with a rag.
After a quick wipe, he went to the warehouse to get the oil barrel and tinkered with the car wearing only a blue sweater.
"Dapeng? Liu Dapeng!"
After tossing and turning for the most part, he didn't mind the cold. He threw his military coat into the car, grabbed the brick wall with both hands, and jumped into the air with extremely nimble hands and feet. He sat on the wall and shouted to the Liu family yard:
"Liu Dapeng, do you want your broken car anymore?!"
In the Chu family's living room, the conversation became more and more lively.
But when the people in the house were chatting, they would turn their heads to look when they heard noise in the yard.
Chu Yiqing had a smile on her face, but she was extremely angry inside.
Even when Liang Yinqiu heard the sound of a car driving out of the yard, he forgot that He Zhenyun and Bai Xue were right in front of him and sighed at an inappropriate time.
Chu Yiqing smiled and took Bai Xue's hand, and said:
"I don't know if the art troupe bullies newbies. You're from out of town, and it's almost the end of the year and we have a performance. If you do a solo or something, won't people be jealous?"
"Ah? Sister Yiqing, please don't scare me." Bai Xue stared at Chu Yiqing in horror.
"Tsk, where there are people, there is competition, and where there is competition, there is unhealthy competition. You'd better not expect too much from human nature.
Especially since you're surrounded by jealous little girls. What little girls think!
Bai Xue, if you don't feel comfortable mentioning Auntie as your aunt, you can mention my Xiaofeng. You are from the same military district.
Just say he's your brother, he's well-known in the military region, if you have any questions, go find him, and when he returns to report in a few days, you can go to the Operations Department to see him when you have time."
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"Are you in a car? Are you in a car?"
Liu Yafang grabbed Bi Tiegang's arm, her face full of anxiety:
"Dad, how much is it? You just get in? I have all the money in my pocket!" He glared at the rickshaw driver who was trying to steal his business with a wary look.
Bi Tiegang struggled hard to break free, his face flushed and his neck thick, sweat dripping down his face through his cotton hat in the middle of winter.
Just as they were squeezed out of the train station, this old woman was nagging so much that she was about to tear his cotton-padded jacket into pieces:
"Keep your noise down and just follow your lead! You're turning wherever you want. Why don't you take a car or walk? Do you think your handful of sunflower seeds can feed the whole city?!"
Bi Tiegang reached into his cotton-padded jacket, layer by layer, until he reached the shirt underneath his wool sweater. He had to undo the pin on the shirt pocket first, pulled out an envelope, and handed it to the cyclist:
"Comrade, go here."
Along the way, Liu Yafang sat in the car and kept muttering:
"Can you pull it away for us?" (To be continued.)
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