Chapter 75:

Zhao Lanxiang heard the man's low and hoarse words, and then saw his ears redden slightly, and her cheeks suddenly turned red.
Heart is like dyeing honey.
How come there is such a lovely man.
He Songbai's kindness and sobriety were not possessed by the old man, and her palms were so hot that she sweated with enthusiasm.
Zhao Lanxiang squeezed his rough hand and snorted: "Go for the business tomorrow!"
He Songbai touched the back of the head and smiled happily without saying a word,
The next day, He Songbai put on new clothes.
He knew that he had to dress better in a big city to collect debts, and he could not lose to others, so he brought the two new clothes that the subject personally made to him.
He Songbai went out and saw Zhao Lanxiang slightly surprised.
Zhao Lanxiang put on a white shirt, the wide hem was casually tucked into her trousers, and the pure black trousers wrapped her two slender legs. Her spirit was sharp and clean with a touch of sunshine.
She saw him and beckoned, and walked to his side briskly, her dark hair flowing elegantly.
"Go."
Zhao Lanxiang held his hand and took a car with him.
Soon, she took him to a photo studio.
"I haven't taken a picture with Brother Bo, go in and have a look."
She communicated with the staff of the photo studio and decided to take two photos. One version of a full-body photo and one version of a half-length photo.
Although the cameras in this era are backward and the viewfinder is limited, the photographer's technology and professionalism are unquestionable.
They took them to Tengshu in the yard when they took full-body photos. Zhao Lanxiang sat in a chair, and He Songbai stood behind her, putting her hands on her shoulders.
The photographer repeatedly considered the shape for a long time, and asked them to pose for a long time before they clicked the shutter.
Zhao Lanxiang smelled the scent of the hibiscus flower that was nearly dying on the tree, and she picked up a sniff from the ground. The woman's gaze contained a still gentleness, as if remembering and reminiscing, as if passing through time, the photographer's flash of light captured this scene.
After taking the picture, He Songbai in a tunic unbuttoned the button and breathed a sigh of relief. Bean sweat pervaded his forehead, and taking pictures was a kind of torture for a rough man like him.
Zhao Lanxiang said with a smile: "Tomorrow we are leaving here, can you give us the film directly?"
The employee nodded and carefully sealed the film. Qian Dingwan asked: "Don't let it be exposed, and it will be taken in vain when it is exposed."
Zhao Lanxiang smiled and put the film in the package into the bag.
After this "right thing" was done, He Songbai was relieved and wanted to take Zhao Lanxiang to play.
Zhao Lanxiang shook her head, not agreeing.
She seemed to know that he was short of money to do a big thing, and she was not willing to spend his money.
Zhao Lanxiang said happily: "There is very little time, but I want to go through S City. Brother Bo, let's do the bus."
It's only a penny for a bus, and I can't finish for fifty cents a day.
Zhao Lanxiang's cheerful appearance convinced He Songbai.
He Songbai secretly bought her a brooch on the street, squeezed it hard in her hand, and followed her to take the bus.
Zhao Lanxiang put his head on his arm and asked him with a smile: "I'm curious how you rushed to debt."
On the first day of finding Zhu Housheng, the man came back with nothing, and she knew that Zhu Housheng wanted to lose the money.
He Songbai puffed up and confessed half and left half under her burning eyes.
"People with a bit of status generally want face. I went to the factory for a few days and he was honest."
In the other half, he bought several fierce gangsters and pretended to be a creditor every day in the factory where Zhu Housheng works and at the door of Zhu Housheng's house. Later, I wish Hou Shenggou jumped the wall and wanted to call the police. He sacked him in a sack and beat him down, and he came down honestly.
But this kind of slightly dark things still didn't tell her.
He Songbai also said: "He bullied me as a foreigner... Finding a few locals to support him, he would be too honest to be honest."
More than just being honest, I was lying on the bed holding my old waist at the moment. Zhu Housheng, who was yelling, scolded Mrs. Li for selling the debt to others casually. It’s all so old years old, and it’s deliberately turned out, which is really mean!
Those rascals are really rascals!
Zhu Hou raised his old waist in fear and asked his son: "You go out and look, are those people outside still making trouble?"
Zhu Housheng's son worked in the government, and he lost his face to Lao Tzu in the past few days. He reluctantly said to Zhu Hou Sheng: "Did you not pay off the debt yet?"
Poorly, the Hou Sheng family did not see the real "creditor" He Songbai from beginning to end. They also thought with satisfaction that Mrs. Li ceded the debts to others for money, and the real creditors became those fierce gangsters.
He Songbai coughed softly and said, "Get back the money, even if this matter is over, don't think about it!"
Zhao Lanxiang nodded with satisfaction. They took a car all the way from the bustling market to the outskirts of the inaccessible suburbs. The dense tube houses and red brick buildings gradually became small houses in the countryside, mud walls of grass sheds, and empty Only two of them were left in the car.
He Songbai stuffed the brooch into Zhao Lanxiang's hands silently.
"Give you."
Zhao Lanxiang spread her palms, saw the silver gardenia-shaped brooch, narrowed her eyes, and her eyes became deep.
"Give it to me?"
He Songbai nodded with red ears.
There is no reason why Zhao Lanxiang likes gardenias. The perfume on her body still smells like this. This is because the old man loves the smell very much.
Zhao Lanxiang kissed him happily, while the driver was not paying attention, while the suburbs were sparsely populated.
The car stopped and didn't wait for a long time. The driver rested for a while and then turned back. The fresh and cool wind in the suburbs blew in from the car window.
Brushed the woman's soft and long hair.
She whispered softly:
"When you are old, your hair is gray and your sleep is heavy."
"Tiredly sit by the fire and take off this book."
...
"Love the traces of years on your sad face."
"Brows down at the stove hood, lowering your eyebrows, pondering and muttering."
He Songbai's face was as hot as a fire.
How love dies, how to walk up the mountains, and hide your face among the stars.
Many years ago, Grandma Li struggled to hug her young grandchildren and waved the fan of the sunflower, reading while fanning.
Read the letters that Grandpa wrote to her.
He Songbai turned around silently, from ear to ear all the way to his neck.
In the afternoon, the sunset of the egg yolk gradually sank into the mountains. The temperature dropped suddenly and became slightly cooler.
The two of them finished a few bus lines, one smiled, the corners of the mouth were as if they were covered with oil, and the other followed behind silently.
After returning to the guest house, the two began to pack up their luggage for the next day's train.
He Songbai folded the clothes one by one and opened the box. Eight brand-new Longines watches reflected the cold silver light. The dial was exquisite and plain.
He silently took out these eight watches, stuck in his pocket, and left the guest house.
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The author has something to say:
"When You Are Old"
William Butler Yeats, 1893
When you are old, your hair is gray, and you are sleepy,
Tired of sitting by the fire, take this book down,
Read slowly, look at the dream
Your soft look and deep halo.
How many people have loved your short-lived figure,
Love your beauty, with hypocrisy or true feelings,
Only one person ever loved your pilgrim's heart,
Love the traces of years on your sad face.
Brow down with a low eyebrow beside the hood,
Contemplative and muttering,
How does love die and how to walk up the mountains,
How to hide my face among the stars.
small theater:
Lifetime Jun:
Brother Bo, you actually hid eight Longines! Eight!
It turns out that the big brothers are all hidden:)
Brother Bo: Silently touching the back of the head, not talking