Chapter 12

After a while, Su Qingyuan said, "then I want to find granddad sun."

The two elders didn't want to talk to her any more because they didn't like her.

But under the setting sun, the girl is thin and small. Her tone is sincere, her attitude is firm, and she has an indescribable persistence in her heart.

Old Li xinruan, put down the work in hand, pointed back: "over there to help the express unloading."

"Thank you." Su Qingyuan turned and left with his clothes in his arms.

Behind him, fat uncle tut tut tongue: "now looking for old sun is not a good time, his son who killed a thousand swords to collect debts has come to collect debts."

Uncle Li said, "ah? Again? When he got married, he was so extravagant that he almost drained the old couple. I heard that recently I stopped speculating in stocks. I started to play mahjong every day and I owed a lot of money. The daughter-in-law couldn't stand it. She divorced him with her children. This time, old sun will suffer. "

Mr. Sun is in charge of a weekly newspaper for the elderly, which is delivered only once every Sunday. At other times, he helps send and receive express mail at the post office.

Su Qingyuan saw the car of China post from a distance. It was a spacious truck. The back door was wide open, revealing the express boxes large and small inside.

Two masters in post office uniform are standing beside the car. One is taking it out and the other is putting it on the ground. Lao sun is taking it out. The tall figure standing on the ground is the owner of Su Qingyuan's clothes.

Seeing him, the worry in her eyes finally cleared away: "it's not here."

Next to them, there was a man in casual clothes, probably uncle sun's son, standing under the car, swearing all the time.

"You should have sold that house for a lot of money, didn't you? How much does it cost to cure my mother, and how much can you spend as an old man? How can there be no money left? "

Su Qingyuan once heard the aunt of the neighborhood committee say that granddad sun's wife had cancer, so he sold the house to his wife for treatment. At that time, the whole community had donated money to their family, but his wife was too old to be cured and died.

Uncle sun wiped his sweat, took off his gloves and stepped out of the car: "our house is an old and small one. It's hard to sell because of its poor location. It didn't sell for much. It cost your mother a lot of money to treat her illness. I borrowed a lot from my relatives and neighbors. How can I have money under my hand? "

"You are an old man who doesn't know how to sell a house, and you don't know how to find an intermediary. In the end, you were cheated, but you didn't get any money. Now you come to cry with me?"

Uncle sun sighed, pulled his sleeve and pulled him out: "go back quickly, ah, if you have something to do, let's go home and say, don't yell here, dad still has to work."

"How much do you get for this job in a month? I asked you to take out all your money and I'm going to speculate in stocks. Have you ever heard of me? If you quit your job and went home to take care of my children, would the children divorce me? It's all because of you! Every time I do some work to prevaricate me, what can I do for this broken newspaper? Who the hell is still reading the newspaper? "

Before the words came down, I saw the young man who had been working with his head down next to him suddenly straightened up and swung a box in the past.

I don't know what's in the paper box. It's so heavy that Lu Liao is so wild and strong that he swings Lao sun's son down, covers his chest and doesn't get up for a long time.

"Young man, you --" Lao sun was startled. He wanted to bend down to help his son, but he saw that the young man was cold and gloomy, and he did not dare to step forward.

"I don't have enough money to think for myself. Let me see you come to look for trouble again, break your leg Lu Liao picked up the heavy paper box with one hand: "get out."

Lao sun's son was so scared that he scrambled up from the ground and ran out of the gate.

Lu Liao was calm and felt that his temper had really improved in the past two years.

Nowadays, there are still many people who read newspapers, for example, she.

"I didn't take care of him when I was young." Lao sun sighed and went up to see the paper box: "don't damage the guest's items, young man. The things they buy online are expensive. I can't afford to pay for them for two or three months."

The man straightened up and put the box in place. His short hair was sharp and open: "if it's broken, tell them to come to me. I'll pay for it."

He brushed his hand away, put him aside, and opened a bottle of water for him: "you sit here and rest, I'll move the rest."

He went to the car, inside the largest box, he picked up two, but still relaxed, vigorous to unload to the ground.

"Thanks to you, young man." With the bottle of water in his hand, uncle sun's eyes were red: "in the past two years, there have been more and more jobs, and there are not enough people in the post office. But for you, I would not be able to carry this year."

Early autumn, the wind with some cool. He opened his green uniform coat and showed his strong abdominal muscles. He said fiercely, "drink your water and talk less."

Lao sun smiles and looks at him with praise. He handed over his old white hand cover: "young man, I think you hurt your hand. It's time to wear a glove. When you are young, this job is nothing to you, but if you do too much work, you will inevitably get tenosynovitis and be afraid of getting sick. "In fact, Lu Liao didn't want to wear it, but he couldn't bear the old man's wordiness, so he had to take it over and put it on his hand.

Su Qingyuan stood in the distance, drooping her eyes with some loss. She bought gloves for him, too. Uncle sun would like to have them, but why can't she?

I'm so angry.

What she bought can't match uncle sun's broken pair? She really doesn't understand.

Su Yao also remembered Qiu, who was almost hit by him last time. He gave a cold hum and pushed her: "you're really a post office worker. You have such a bad temper. It's like a fire. It's like a medicine bucket. If you are so arrogant, sooner or later something big will happen. "

Su Qingyuan glanced at her and said, "sister doesn't look like fire. There are so many complaints in her heart. Why don't you dare to go and talk to him face to face?"

Su Yao choked for a long time and didn't say anything, so he had to point to the other side: "hurry to return the clothes."

Su Qingyuan was a little unhappy because of the gloves. He didn't want to talk to the man. He just wanted to leave his clothes at the door.

Not far away, uncle sun had already gone back to his room. When he came out, he had a towel in his hand. He went to the man, non tiptoe to get a towel to wipe his face: "you look at this brain sweat, quickly dry, or cold."

Lu Liao never wiped it when he was sweating. He's used to wearing forehead protection, just to stop sweat from flowing into his eyes. When he doesn't have forehead protection, he just wipes it with his arm. Facing the enthusiastic uncle sun, he tightened his brow: "with what towel, like a woman."

"Oh, don't be polite to me." Uncle sun has nothing to repay him for. He insists on wiping his sweat.

Lu Liao raised his hand to stop him. Just as they refused, a paper bag fell out of the pocket of his uniform liner, and the contents of the bag came out and lay quietly on the ground.

Uncle sun fixed his eyes and saw that it was the most common pair of white gloves.

Su Qingyuan recognized it at a glance. She bought it for him from the convenience store the day before yesterday.

Sun bent down and picked it up: "young man, don't you have gloves? Why don't you put them on? "You're offering it in your arms?"

"It can't be worn." Lu Liao was fierce. He grabbed it, patted the soil on his head, put it back into the paper bag, folded the bag and put it back into his coat pocket.

Su Yao grinned absurdly: "ha ha, is this a newspaper giver or a beggar? Can be really poor blind heart, a pair of gloves baby into this, they clearly have, but also to wear other people's. kidding me? I don't think the car he drove that day is his own. Maybe it was stolen from somewhere. "

Su Qingyuan didn't hear a word of Su Yao's words. He just looked at the man's bulging pocket and his cheeks turned red.

She went over with her clothes in her arms. Before she arrived, Lu Liao noticed her first.

He also carried two big boxes on his shoulders, and his sweat dripped down his pretty eyebrows and hit the ground. On a crisp autumn day, he stood there, always without waves on his cold face, showing an expression of surprise.

He didn't expect that she would come here to find him - fortunately, he came to the post office early this morning.

She pursed her lips and came to him in small steps, light and warm.

"What are you doing here?" He unloaded the box on the ground, reached out and wiped a sweat: "strange dirty."

"I I'll return the clothes. " She dropped her eyes and saw his naked abdominal muscles. Her heart trembled and she didn't know where to look, so she had to look away awkwardly. By the way, she handed the bag in her hand.

Lu Liao was much higher than her. He looked at her from top to bottom, but he didn't pick her up immediately.

He asked, "didn't you wait for me at home? Don't want me to go to your house? "

The tone is strong and unquestionable.

Su Qingyuan has been waiting at home for a week, but you haven't come. She sighed, holding up her bag and wondering if she should put it down.

Her fingers were thin and white, so white that you could see the blue blood vessels, like you could squeeze water with a pinch.

Looking at her fingertips for a long time, Lu Liao took the bag and said with a smile, "don't want to get involved with me. Are you going to clear up?"

There was a bit of sullen in the smile, as if he was still carrying some anger that he had just beaten. It also seemed that the sullen was not simply because he had beaten someone.

"No Su Qingyuan was timid and quickly denied: "I am I'm here to subscribe to a magazine, a math magazine. "

After staring at her for a long time, a little smile finally appeared at the bottom of his eyes: "have you finished ordering?"

"Well, we're done." Su Qingyuan nodded heavily.

He took up the corner of his lip, and no matter whether there was anyone nearby, he picked up the belt that she put on his clothes and smelled it at the tip of his nose.

"It's delicious." I don't know what she used to wash, with a faint smell of flowers. He folded the bag and said, "it smells like you."

His words were so ambiguous that Su Qingyuan's ears turned red.

She came to him on her own initiative, and all he had left was ecstasy. But she was standing here, and he found that he wanted to break his head and didn't know what to say to her. For a long time, he frowned and asked, "how was the exam?""It's OK," she said

It's more like a perfunctory reply.

But her voice was delicate and soft, and her tone was very light. It fell on his ear, but it was very clear. It made his heart itch, itching to irritability, regardless of whether she was perfunctory or not.

He turned his back to her and waved to her: "go back and wait for me to send you the magazine."

Su Qingyuan was pardoned and immediately turned away.

He turned back and watched her disappear around the corner without even looking back.

Uncle sun watched the whole process and happily put the towel on his shoulder: "the girl bought the gloves, didn't she?"

Lu Liao clenched his teeth: "work."

Su Qingyuan is in his pocket. In his pocket is the rest of his money for magazine subscription. The thought of his subduing the famous brand on his chest made her mouth shut.

So his name is Liu Junning.

The author has something to say: Lu Liao: Yes, I am Liu Junning! Liu Junning's Jun, Liu Junning's Ning!