Summer, summer in tea is such a great place. After the scorching sun during the day, there will often be a heavy rain at night, followed by three or four days of neither hot, nor cold, nor dry weather. There is no place like this in western China.
Shao Hua, who was originally planning to take a plane, immediately chose the train after hearing that the airport in Su Province was about 70 to 80 kilometers away from the city.
The suitcase was too big, so the girl thought it would be better not to cause too much trouble to others.
In the early morning, Zhang Fan drove the Cruiser to take Shao Hua to the train. Zhang Fan didn't stop giving instructions along the way.
"I bought you a soft sleeper. If you don't want to eat instant noodles, go to the dining car to eat them. Don't eat their rice. It's too hard and your stomach may not be able to bear it.
Acetaminophen, montmorillonite powder, and loratadine are all in the small bag on the side of the suitcase. You know how to use them. Be careful not to sleep in front of the air conditioner at night.
When you arrive at Suzhou Station, Jingshu is probably home. She will pick you up. Don't wander around. Call her when you get into the station soon.
Keep some change with you..."
Zhang Fan babbled and gave instructions to Shao Hua in order of what he could think of.
Shao Hua did not find Zhang Fan annoying, but suddenly flashed her big watery eyes, which were a little narrow in the depths of her eyes. She listened quietly, looked at the man driving the car, and looked at the man who would be with her for the rest of her life. man.
Since the beginning of their relationship, it seemed that she was taking care of this man who was sometimes careless and sometimes too shrewd.
This kind of nagging instructions is like the morning sun scattered in front of the car window. It spreads on the body, which is the warmth from the outside but the inside.
The carefree, carefree man suddenly became so careful, so worried, so uneasy.
She was suddenly very moved. Slowly, she gently nestled on Zhang Fan's shoulder. Fortunately, the train station was very close!
Shao Hua listened quietly and closed his eyes gently! "This is happiness, I hope it will last forever." She murmured softly.
"What's wrong?" Zhang Fan didn't hear clearly because Shao Hua's voice was too soft.
"I said I love you!" Shao Hua slowly raised his head, opened his eyes, and stared at Zhang Fan with his bright eyes.
The long eyelashes flickered like small brushes, washing her big eyes like black pearls.
"Be careful on the road!" Shao Hua was moved by the difference between men and women, but Zhang Fan was still worried.
"Well! I will definitely listen to you, don't worry."
Shao Hua was a little annoyed with this ignorant idiot, but at this moment, she was like a good baby, very gently comforting an anxious man.
Don’t refute or question, but listen quietly.
This is the manifestation of Shao Hua's high EQ and high IQ. Women do not need to share the torment and pressure in the man's world. In the world of testosterone, he must be allowed to radiate, instead of trying to suppress it, otherwise he will become a wolf.
In fact, a man is a child who never grows up. Sometimes a woman's tenderness is his most deadly weapon. Just like when a boy grows up, his father will often push him, but he will be submissive to his mother.
Zhang Fan pulled the suitcase and put Shao Hua into the carriage. Originally, the train station did not sell station tickets, but Zhang Fan was lucky. The conductor was one of Zhang Fan's patients, and he took Zhang Fan directly into the station.
"Go back! Chief, I will resolutely carry out your orders." Shao Hua said mischievously.
Then he said: "And I will also bring my uncle and aunt back safely."
After speaking, Shao Hua kissed Zhang Fan gently on the lips.
Looking at the train carrying Yi Ren away, Zhang Fan was stunned for a long time. My mind went blank and I didn't know what to think about anymore.
After thanking his former patient, Zhang Fan drove his car to work.
Shao Hua, who was on the train, received a call from her best friend Jia Suyue.
"Huazi, are you in the car? Be careful on the road and don't talk to strangers. Don't... I heard that there are a lot of women trafficked in Su Province. You must..."
"Uh! God!" Shao Hua collapsed. "Zhang Fan has been talking all this morning, and my ears are buzzing now!"
"Haha, Zhang Fan? He still has this skill? Why is he buzzing!"
Jia Suyue's gossipy nature came out.
"I just realized that in his eyes, I am just a three-year-old child. I have to pay attention to this and be careful. I even have all kinds of medicines prepared!
Where am I going to his hometown? It’s as if I’m going to Afghanistan to start a war with the United States! "
Finally, someone listened to Shao Hua's complaints, and she complained all the time. Well, she felt comfortable.
As for Jia Su, the more he listened, he felt a little uncomfortable. He didn't know why he felt uncomfortable. Could it be because he was angry after getting up?
After hanging up the phone, Jia Suyue looked at the roof, "Prince? Hero? Fairy tale?" She was a little confused.
Whether China has progressed in development or not, you may not be able to tell in the past, as if it was just day after day.
But just from traveling, China is moving forward. When Zhang Fan entered the border two years ago, every bus and road surface, from Bird Market to Tea Su, if the kidneys were not of good quality, they would have been shaken by the bumps.
Moreover, the train from Niaoshi to Lanshi takes twenty-five or six hours, but two days later, it only takes thirty hours from Chasu to Lanshi, which is still a direct train.
There is no need to be like Zhang Fan, who turned into a train and turned into a bus, turned into a bus and turned into a line car. The long-distance bus in summer, which one tasted so sour and refreshing, Zhang Fan will never forget it in his life.
Jingshu from Lanshi arrived home one day earlier than Shao Hua. After one year of college life, the little girl has long lost her naivety as a high school student and has become a big girl.
"Throw this away, don't keep any of it! Mom, find a scrap collector to take away any of your coffee tables. They will probably pay for them. Do you still want to sell them for money?"
Jing Shu had bigger ideas than Zhang Fan in life. After she went home to rest for a day, she began to seize the power of the family and began drastic reforms.
The coffee table at home is made of old-fashioned brown glass. One of the four legs is lame, and there is tape on the surface of the coffee table. It should have been eliminated long ago.
On the first day Jingshu returned home, her parents were happy and walked around this former little girl. I can't wait to keep looking at it, and I can't even pull it out of my eyes.
The next day, the old couple no longer felt this way. Shao Hua's mother muttered: "Why is this university so unreliable? The holidays start so early!"
Zhang Fan's father is doing much better. Although I also think Jingshu is a bit...
But he just liked his little cotton-padded jacket, which felt pain and heat. "It's okay, listen to Jingshu, my daughter can go to a university in Shanghai, how can she be a very capable person."
Zhang Fan's school is barely accessible to the old man, it's just a way to make a living in the future.
The girl's university has been his biggest show-off capital for more than a year. He can't wait to tell everyone that if he meets a student at home who is about to take the college entrance examination, well, he must give them some advice.
With Jingshu's participation, the house was being tidied up at a very fast pace. The old couple were so reluctant to let go of each other that they probably wouldn't be able to clean it up in a year alone.
"Aniang! Nao (I mean) don't want this furniture of yours." The scrap collector in a white hat said to Zhang Fan's mother while looking at the old furniture at home.
"Look at these furniture, they are all made of real wood. 300 is not much! It cost a lot of money back then." This is the third person to collect scraps. Shao Hua's mother was helpless.
"Nao no!" The young man looked at the old, weak, sick and disabled in his family and shook his head shrewdly.
Although there was an elevator, the furniture could not reach the people in the house, so he shook his head firmly.
"200!"
"100~!"
"50!"
"I don't want the money anymore, okay? You can move out!" Zhang Fan's mother no longer had the energy to fight with the hawker.
"Nao, no, I can't carry it!" The young man continued to shake his head.
"Oh my god, you mean you want me to give you money?"
Jing Shu really got it right, that was what the young man had in mind.
In the end, I gave the hawker 50 yuan. While he was moving, he was still reluctant and said, "Auntie, this piece of furniture of yours is just for chopping firewood to make a fire. If I weren't a kind person, this money wouldn't be enough for me to eat!" "
