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The rain stopped outside, and there was only the sound of dripping water in the bathroom.
The box containing the tattoo needles was thrown on the sink. The needles inside were neatly arranged, clean, and untouched.
At nine o'clock in the evening, the town became quiet in the dead of night.
Rong Guanguan washed his face and feet by himself, and Rong Li poured the water for him.
What, can¡¯t you wash it clean?
If you can¡¯t wash it clean, you can¡¯t wash it clean. You will be thrown into the bathhouse once a week. It would be good for the children brought by my brother to be able to breathe.
Rong Guanguan slept by himself, and his bedroom was on the first floor, while Rong Li slept on the second floor, and he did not allow Rong Guan to sleep on the second floor.
After Rong Li washed up, he did not go to the bedroom, but entered the locked room next to him. There were four desktop computers and a wall of surveillance monitors.
He turned on a computer and typed a few times on the keyboard. The screen lit up, and a young face appeared on it. He had a slightly gangster appearance, with sharp edges and corners, a bit tough, but very boyish. .
This man¡¯s skin is very white and his temperament is a bit decadent. He looks like an Internet addicted boy.
He called out: "Brother Six."
"Help me connect." Rong Li said a name.
"Internet addicted boy" has very fast hand speed: "Give me five minutes."
Saying five minutes in five minutes, not bad for a second. As soon as the time arrived, Rong Li's computer screen cut a face out. He was a middle -aged man with a very touching hairline.
"Sixth Master, you are looking for me."
Rong Li held a dry towel in one hand and wiped his hair randomly: "My eyes," he stopped and leaned forward, "Are you sure you have night blindness?"
The middle-aged man with a touching hairline is named Jiang. He is a well-known ophthalmologist: "Yes, sure."
Rong Li was silent for a while, opened the drawer, took out a toffee, peeled off the wrapper and put it in his mouth: "Stop treating people, you are a quack."
Jiang Quyi: "" Don't spit out fragrance in front of the boss, keep smiling, please keep a dignified smile.
The next day, the sky cleared after the rain, and there was the smell of green grass in the air. The wind blowing against your face was also carrying the fragrance of rose flowers, faintly, passing through the wall.
Rong Li went out just after nine o'clock. When he opened the courtyard door, someone spoke to him.
"Are you going to work now?" What time is it?
It¡¯s a middle-aged woman named Wang Yuelan. Her family owns a mahjong parlor and she¡¯s asking people to play mahjong.
Not long after Rong Li returned to Zhuluan Rong Village, he had little contact with the villagers and his attitude was lukewarm: "Yeah."
Wang Yuelan stared at him and looked at him for a few times: "Rong Li, do you have a partner?"
He didn¡¯t sleep too much and was in normal spirits. Because of his sleepiness, his eyes were a little wet: ¡°No.¡±
"How about my aunt introduce you to someone?" Wang Yuelan didn't wait for his answer and went on to draw the red line. "My aunt's family has a niece. She is from He Village, Bashang City, Wu Family. She just turned 20 this year. She looks like this. Their village is considered to be the best, and they are tall, how about my aunt hooking you up so that you can meet?"
"No."
Rong Li buttoned up his sweater and hat and left.
Wang Yuelan was insulted and annoyed, and shouted at him: "You are so old, and you are still picking and choosing."
This tone is extremely disgusting.
Old lady Qiuhua, who lives next door to Rongli, happened to be out shopping for groceries when she heard this and said, "Yuelan, what are you thinking about?"
Wang Yuelan was so angry that she rolled up her sleeves: "She's not my niece. Someone came to see her a few days ago. She didn't agree with anything she said. My sister-in-law asked her if she had someone she liked. She hesitated for a long time before she understood. At the end of the day, I said I like the guy at the end of the street who collects express delivery."
The person who collects express delivery at the end of the street is Rong Li.
Wang Yuelan¡¯s niece¡¯s name is He Tong, and Mrs. Qiuhua has also heard of it. Wang Yuelan usually likes to talk about it.
"My sister-in-law is so angry. My niece went to high school and is now working as an accountant in a clothing factory. Her salary is higher than that of many boys. As soon as Rong Li receives the express delivery, not many people go to buy it in his convenience store. Things, and a child, how can he be worthy of my niece?" Wang Yuelan looked proud when talking about her niece, but when she mentioned Rong Li, she looked down upon her.
The old lady Qiuhua, who is over sixty years old, has a kind face and a kind face: "A few days ago, Xiao Niang from Wujiazhai came to marry Rong Li. Do you know who the girl is?" The old lady walked out of the yard carrying a basket, " She is the most beautiful daughter of the mayor's family. She graduated in 1985 and started her own company. She looks like a movie star. Yes, Rong Li is not worthy of your niece."
kingYuelan: "" Is she being attacked?
Rong Li caught up on his sleep at a convenience store, woke up and went to have lunch. As soon as he returned to the store, Cheng Ji called and made jokes for a long time, nothing serious.
"A female customer just asked you if you have a girlfriend."
Rong Li has no interest in this topic.
Cheng Ji was very interested: "Rong Li, I think it's time for you to find a woman."
Rong Li thought he was sick: "I'm dead."
Cheng Ji turned a deaf ear and continued: "Do you recognize the Miss Xu who came to my store yesterday?"
Rong Li hasn¡¯t hung up yet: ¡°I don¡¯t recognize him.¡±
"Do you really not recognize them or do you pretend that you don't recognize them?" He felt that the aura of these two people was subtle.
It¡¯s rare that someone who talks so little that sometimes he doesn¡¯t even want to speak for a whole day asks back, ¡°Are you interested in her?¡±
Cheng Ji was very self-aware. He was never serious and said the most serious words in a joking tone: "You don't know what my virtues are? I am such a dirty person, how can I touch the house of such a clean girl?" .¡±
Cheng Ji was forced to work as a wench. He was kept in a cage for two years. When he came out, he had only one breath.
After that, he played very hard, risking his life, playing with women, and doing whatever was exciting.
Rong Li said lightly: "Then do you think I can touch you?"
How good is he? He crawled out of dirty flesh and bones.
Cheng Ji said objectively: "It's a waste."
Rong Li hung up, looked up, and saw the person standing at the door: "Get express delivery?"
Xu Tanxi nodded and walked in.
She must like cheongsam very much. Today she is wearing apricot color. The weather is a bit cold. She wears a long knitted cardigan outside the cheongsam. There is a brooch on the chest of the cardigan, which is a fresh little daisy. At her feet, She wore flat shoes, a thin silver chain tied around her ankle, and her hair was tied loosely with a hosta without any decoration.
The man passing by outside the house stopped and peeked at her.
Rong Li asked: "What day was it?"
She said: "Today."
"Tail number."
"0317."
"Hold on."
Rong Li went to look for it on the shelf at the back. Her express delivery was a square wooden box wrapped in a express bag.
"Sign." He didn't let go, just held it for her to sign.
Xu Tanxi signed his name and handed the pen back: "Thank you, sir."
¡°It¡¯s strange, she always calls him sir.
Her handwriting is very beautiful and regular, with hairpin flowers and small regular script, neat and straight, and only at the last stroke of the stroke, a bit of grandeur is revealed.
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Today we need to replenish supplies. Rong Li went back late. Old lady Qiuhua picked Guan Guan up at the kindergarten. She made steamed eggs for him for dinner. After he finished eating, he ran outside to play in the yard.
Before Mrs. Qiuhua finished washing the dishes, she heard a child crying outside the yard. She wiped her hands and hurried out to take a look.
It was Rong Xiaochuan, the youngest son of Wang Yuelan's family, who was sitting on the ground crying. The six-year-old boy was very fat and was just a lump when he sat on it. He was crying so hard.
There were no adults around, just a few children. Rong Guanguan also sat on the ground, but did not cry and lowered his head.
"what happened?"
Rong Xiaochuan howled: "Rong Guan Guan, he pushed me!"
The old lady picked up Rong Guanguan first: "Guan Guan, tell grandma, what's wrong?"
He sniffed, wondering whether to cry or not.
The old lady then realized: "Why are your hands bleeding?"
Rong Guan Guan cried loudly: "He scolded my brother!"
The old lady quickly opened his fisted hand and saw that the wound was not small and was still bleeding: "Don't cry, don't cry. Grandma will take you to the doctor first."
"Send it to my house." The girl came over, wearing a cheongsam, with gentle eyes. She was the new tenant of Yin'e's house, "I am a doctor." (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com