This was an anti-theft badge.

He rested one foot on the steering wheel,

While frowning and talking to Zhou Xiaofeng,

His face was full of impatience.

Zhou Shumei didn't dare to dawdle any longer. She pulled Song Xuan and was about to squeeze into the car.

Seeing that the back of the car was full of people, Song Xuan flinched for a moment.

"Shumei,

Why don't you go and sit!

I'll just walk there. "

"It's so tiring to walk there. It's dozens of miles." Zhou Shumei was unwilling. "Aiya, it's okay,

You'll be free after you squeeze in. "

Yu Zhidong sat in the front and kicked Zhou Xiaofeng beside him,

"Get down,

Sit in the back. "

"Why?

There are so many people in the back... "Zhou Xiaofeng didn't dare to say the rest under Yu Zhidong's fierce gaze,

He felt that if he continued to speak, Brother Yu would make him unable to speak for the rest of his life.

He slowly got down from the front of the car,

He was still muttering,

"It's such a big place, you can't sit all by yourself... Didn't I used to sit here..."

Zhou Xiaofeng hadn't found a place to step on the car yet,

He heard Brother Yu's voice.

"There's no one sitting in front,

Come over and sit here! "

Zhou Xiaofeng felt as if a bolt from the blue had struck his head. Who was it just now?

Who was so cold-hearted to get rid of him?

Now there was no one sitting?

Song Xuan looked at Zhou Xiaofeng in confusion. Yu Zhidong didn't feel guilty at all,

"He doesn't like to sit here,

He likes to squeeze with people,

He has a lot of problems! "

Zhou Xiaofeng opened his mouth and was about to shout,

He was fixed on the spot by a cold and heartless person.

When Song Xuan looked over, he even explained dryly,

"Well, I just don't like sitting there … I just want to squeeze with other people …"

Song Xuan didn't know what was going on. He held Zhou Shumei's hand and wanted to sit in the front. Who knew that Zhou Shumei would act as if she had seen a ghost. She refused to sit so close to Yu Zhidong and insisted on squeezing to the back.

Song Xuan was a little confused, but he didn't want to force her, so he went alone.

There were already enough people in the carriage, so they weren't too happy to have two more people suddenly squeeze in. However, Yu Zhidong had a fierce reputation, so no one dared to say much. They reluctantly made room for two more people.

…

Just as Yu Zhidong was racking his brains to find a topic to talk about, he heard the little girl say in a small voice, "Thank you."

Yu Zhidong tilted his head. "?"

Song Xuan looked at Yu Zhidong's puzzled expression and found it funny. "It's about what happened yesterday. Thank you and your friend."

Yu Zhidong looked at the little girl in front of him smiling at him. His heart was pounding. After a while, he turned his head and stammered, "It's … it's nothing. I just don't like that grandson. No … no, I mean, I don't like Zhao Wencai."

Song Xuan burst out laughing. Looking at the person in front of him, he didn't look like the ruthless hooligan that others said he was.

The road was paved with dirt. Not only was the sky full of dust, but there were also potholes everywhere. Song Xuan was sitting on a small handlebar. She had already grabbed onto it with all her might, but when they passed a pothole, she still felt like she was going to fly.

There was another big pothole in front of them. Song Xuan wailed in her heart. Yu Zhidong suddenly grabbed her hand and placed it on his left arm.

"Why don't you hold onto me first!

The road ahead is even harder to walk on. "

Yu Zhidong looked nonchalant as if he was just casually explaining, but his ears were so red that they were about to bleed.

The little girl obediently said, "Oh." Then she said in a small voice, "Thank you!"

Yu Zhidong cleared his throat. "It's … it's nothing. Just hold on tight."

…

When they arrived in town, Song Xuan thanked him again and turned to get out of the car.

"If you're done shopping later, come over. I … uh, the car is waiting here." Seeing this, a certain someone quickly grabbed the little girl's arm and said something unnecessary.

"Okay, got it," Song Xuan blinked and replied. Then she looked down at the large hand that was grabbing her arm.

Yu Zhidong immediately let go of her arm as if he had been stung by a scorpion. "… Then hurry up and go. Don't be late …"

"Huahua, you're amazing!

You actually dared to get so close to Yu Zhidong … "Zhou Shumei let out an exaggerated exclamation.

"I don't think he's as exaggerated as you guys say!" Song Xuan retorted first and then muttered softly, "I think he's quite a nice person …"

"What did you say?"

Zhou Shumei looked at Song Xuan and asked in confusion.

"Nothing."

Song Xuan shook her head and then suddenly thought of something. "By the way, Shumei, do you know where the post office is?

I want to send a letter home. "

"I know. Let's go. I'll take you there."

After getting out of the car, Yu Zhidong still hadn't recovered from the shock. He unconsciously rubbed his hands together as if there was still a delicate touch on them.

"Brother Yu, why don't we go look for Qiang Zi later?

I haven't seen that fellow in a long time since I saw him at his wedding … Brother Yu, Brother Yu? "

Zhou Xiaofeng talked for a long time, but no one responded to him. He tilted his head and saw a certain village bully that no one dared to provoke, grinning like a fool and staring straight at his hands.

Zhou Xiaofeng thought it was something good and curiously went over to take a look. "Brother Yu, what are you looking at?

What's in your hands? "

Yu Zhidong came back to his senses and glanced at this idiot. He couldn't be bothered to talk to him.

Zhou Xiaofeng was a ten-thousand-year-old bachelor who didn't even have a wife. He wouldn't understand him!

Zhou Xiaofeng couldn't understand the look in his Brother Yu's eyes just now. It seemed like sympathy?

… Whatever. "Brother Yu, are we going or not?"

"Where are we going?"

"Qiang Zi's house. I've been talking for a long time. Didn't you hear me?"

"Why are we going to Qiang Zi's house?" Yu Zhidong didn't want to go. He wanted to buy rice for the little girl.

"We're going to laugh at that fellow. Didn't he say that he wouldn't get married even if he died?

But last time, I heard Dong Guoxing talk about this fellow. Now, he's listening to his wife. He says he'll go east and never go west … "Zhou Xiaofeng was in high spirits." I'm going to laugh at that fellow. Who was the one who said that he would teach his wife a lesson after he got married? I want to see who's teaching who a lesson now! "

Yu Zhidong said coldly, "You don't even have a wife, and you still have the cheek to laugh at others?"

Zhou Xiaofeng looked frightened. "Brother Yu, what did you say?

That's not what you said before!

Didn't you say that women are so ugly, not even as good-looking as you, and that they talk nonsense, and that they wouldn't get married even if they died? "

Yu Zhidong cleared his throat. "When did I say that?

I don't even know?

Don't f * cking talk nonsense! "

Zhou Xiaofeng said, "That's impossible. You must have said that before. Last time, when my aunt said she wanted to introduce you to a girl, you almost made that girl cry …"

Yu Zhidong clenched his fists so tightly that they made cracking sounds. "Zhou Xiaofeng?

I dare you to say that one more time … "

After teaching a certain person a lesson, Yu Zhidong took Zhou Xiaofeng to look for Wang Qiang. Because among his good buddies, only Wang Qiang was married and had a wife, it was a good opportunity to ask this fellow what young girls liked nowadays.

After leaving the post office, Song Xuan went straight to the supply and demand cooperative. Since he had already talked things over with Hu Mengyun, Song Xuan was too lazy to argue with her over such trivial matters. He might as well buy all the daily necessities today.

Sure enough, shopping was a woman's nature. The two of them came out of the supply and demand cooperative empty-handed, each carrying a large bag of things. They were so tired that they were panting.

Song Xuan was dead tired. He said weakly to the excited Zhou Shumei, "Shumei, let's find a place to eat!

It's a good opportunity to rest. "

Zhou Shumei waved her hand. "What rest? I'm not tired at all. The food in the restaurant is expensive. Let's go home and eat!"

Song Xuan saw that Zhou Shumei had come to look for him early in the morning. Now that he had bought so many things and she was still accompanying him, he would feel bad if he didn't treat her to a meal.

He insisted on acting coquettishly and shamelessly dragged her to a restaurant.

…

In a shop that sold clothes.

Three people stood in front of the counter with fierce looks on their faces. They didn't look like they were looking at clothes, but more like they were looking at enemies who had stolen their wives.

Yu Zhidong looked at them for a while and asked hesitantly, "Is this it?" He pointed to a pile of colorful clothes.

"Yeah, that's it," Qiang Zi said affirmatively.

"Two days ago, my wife kept making a fuss about buying new clothes. It's just that I haven't had the time to buy them because I'm a little short on cash these days.

It's not wrong to buy clothes. "

Zhou Xiaofeng also said, "I also think it's right to buy clothes. My fourth uncle's little cousin is just a brat. She only knows how to show off." He even nodded after he finished speaking.

No matter how capable Little Brat Yu was, he was still an old bachelor who had never been in a relationship before. This was the first time in more than twenty years that he had felt the stirrings of love.

He also had no experience in pleasing young girls.

Therefore, even though he was skeptical of the opinions of his two scoundrel friends, he had no other choice now.

"Then why don't we buy all of them?" Little Brat Yu pointed at the dozen or so clothes in the room.

Zhou Xiaofeng and Qiang Zi looked at him as if they were looking at an alien. Their eyes clearly said, "Are you crazy?"

Yu Zhidong frowned when he saw their straightforward expressions. He said impatiently, "Then what should we do?

I don't know which one looks better, so we might as well buy them all! "

Zhou Xiaofeng and Wang Qiang disliked Yu Zhidong for being too prodigal. The two of them picked and picked and discussed in low voices for a long time before finally deciding on a piece of clothing.

It was a bright red jacket with large yellow flowers embroidered on the hem. Oh, there were also a few brightly colored butterflies.

The entire piece of clothing gave off an indescribable feeling.

Yu Zhidong looked at the clothes that the two of them brought over and felt a little strange. However, the two of them looked very confident, so he half-believed and half-doubted.

He said to the salesperson, "I'll buy this. Give me a bag."

The salesperson, who had been trembling ever since they walked in, immediately picked up a bag to pack the clothes and gave them the change when she heard this. Her usual arrogance and rudeness were nowhere to be seen.

The salesperson was happy that she could finally sell this piece of clothing that she had been unable to sell for several years.

At the same time, she was worried. After all, these people didn't look like people to be trifled with. If they went home and weren't satisfied, would they come back to cause trouble?

After thinking about it for a long time, she was still afraid that they would come back and cause trouble, so she said, "This piece of clothing can't be returned. You have to think carefully."

Yu Zhidong didn't take it seriously at all. He thought that the salesperson meant, "This piece of clothing can't be returned." He didn't intend to return it anyway, so he casually replied, "Okay."

After they walked out of the door, Yu Zhidong swung the bag in his hand and walked in front carelessly.