flashy

When I was about to reach the town, I asked Jim Sen to send me to the address my mother gave me. Jim Sen took a glance at the paper, then glanced at the egg I was holding in my hand, "Send this?"

I nodded, "My mother said she wanted me to send this basket of eggs to Auntie Song's house, so I can say hello to her by the way."

"Okay, then you sit down, I have to speed up, I'm almost suffocated along the way." Jim Sen stepped on the pedal again, and it really went a lot faster.

I stuck the basket in the middle, held his waist with one hand, and told him to slow down, but this guy seemed to be deaf, and he didn't mean to slow down at all. When I got to Aunt Song's house, I got out of the car first My reaction was to lift the cloth covering the basket to see if the eggs were broken. Sure enough, a few were broken, and I looked up at the culprit.

Jim Sen gave me a silly smile and shrugged his shoulders, "Eggs are very fragile, they may have been broken a long time ago. I didn't break them because I was riding fast. I also rode on flat roads."

I couldn't get angry when I saw his serious sophistry, so I simply turned around and entered the yard. This is a small western-style building. It can be seen that this Aunt Song's family is still very rich. Knocked.

Hearing a rush of walking inside the door, the door opened soon, and there was an aunt who was about the same age as my mother standing at the door. I first said hello, "Aunt Song?"

"Yes, yes, you are Tao Yan, Caifeng's son!" The woman at the door laughed exaggeratedly, she was nothing like my mother, at least my mother never knew how to put on makeup.

But Aunt Song put on heavy makeup, but it cannot be denied that Aunt Song must have been a beauty when she was young, because at this age, she still has charm.

I handed her the basket, "My mother asked me to bring you the local eggs."

Aunt Song was not polite, took the eggs directly, and thanked her again and again. I wanted to go straight away, but she stopped me and said she would keep me for dinner.

I scratched my head in embarrassment, looked back at Ji Musen who was still waiting for me outside the courtyard, and declined.

But Aunt Song seemed to be quite determined, she said something to ask me to stay for dinner, I was quite embarrassed, it was the first time I met this Aunt Song today, at most it was a stranger who met once, I was worried and didn't know how to refuse, and Jim Sen at the gate of the courtyard shouted at me: "Xiao Yan, have you delivered the eggs yet? Let's go?"

I said "Hey~" and smiled apologetically at Aunt Song, "Aunt Song, my friend is still waiting for me, I won't eat today, I will come again next time."

Aunt Song looked behind me, a little disappointed, but soon she smiled again, and patted my shoulder generously, "Then tomorrow night, come to my house for dinner, just in time for my daughter to come back."

Aunt Song said so, and I no longer refused, but accepted it happily.

Aunt Song exchanged some pleasantries with me before she let me go. When I got to Jim Sen's side, he was a little angry.

"Why have you chatted with her for so long? Why don't you just send a basket of eggs, what's there to talk about?" After complaining, I pulled the faucet and laughed, "Then I'll take you by bike."

At this time, he was happy, let go of the handle of the car, stepped on the back seat of the car, patted my butt, "drive~"

I laughed and scolded him, "Bastard!"

I didn't go back to school directly, but went to Jim Sen's workshop. Not long after I arrived, there was a blah blah blah outside the door.

As soon as I heard this voice, I knew who it was, wasn't it the artist Lu Guang, really, why did it come again.

Lu Guang still dressed "fashionably", with a brown plaid shirt, black trousers, and long hair tied up. As soon as he saw me, he came up to me and gave me a hug, and then said nastyly: "Tao Yan, I miss you so much, You are here!"

I frowned in distaste, "Don't give me the tricks of foreigners, I can't bear it."

"Haha~" Lu Guang smiled inexplicably. I didn't understand, but he didn't say anything. Instead, he talked to Ji Musen next to him, and took out a notebook. I knew it was full of his paintings.

Still discussing art issues, I naturally don't understand, and I don't want to hear the two of them whispering there, so I simply greeted Jim Sen and said to go first.

Unexpectedly, this bastard didn't even ask to stay, but didn't even raise his head, didn't even look at me, and said directly—oh, be careful on the road.

Then I left, and before I left, I muttered something in a low voice-what are you talking about!