[Qin Xiaoxian] Are you handsome? IQ

"Kaixuan, are you busy?"

"Can you help mom get a few tickets for your big sealed boxes this year?"

"I see, call Mom back!"

As soon as Qin Xiaoxian got off the stage, he couldn't wait to pick up his mobile phone, he was completely an Internet addicted boy (?)

As soon as he turned on the phone, several WeChat messages sent to him by his mother popped up.

Take the big sealed ticket...is it so straightforward?

Lao Qin pulled out the calendar and looked at it...

Heh, it's mid-November, where can I still buy it, I can only ask brother Luan.

Alas, this mouth is a bit difficult to open.

Now he was frowning, Jiuxiang came out after changing clothes, seeing Lao Qin still wearing a coat, holding a mobile phone in his hand, thinking that he was playing again

Fascinated.Came over and patted him on the shoulder, causing Lao Qin to drop his phone instantly in fright.

While helping him pick up his phone, Jiuxiang asked casually, "Why, are you so engrossed?"

"Hey, isn't this my mother, who suddenly asked me for a ticket for this year's big box, I thought about buying one for her myself, looking at the calendar, it's mid-November, where can I get it here. "

"It's as if you can buy the ticket just after the issue. You underestimate those Deyun girls too!" Jiuxiang really deserves to be a Jiuzike, winning with one word, and the choked Lao Qin was speechless.But why, Doujia can't admit cowardly so easily!

Lao Qin retorted loudly: "Are you looking down on my hand speed that I have been single for more than 20 years?"

The expression seems to say that if you dare to say yes, I will get angry, the kind that can't be coaxed well.

Jiuxiang is also tired, like raising a child. "Yeah, if you can grab it, it's still the best shooting position."

"However, are you saying this is useful now? The tickets are gone long ago, why don't you hurry up and ask Brother Luan, how many tickets does your mother want, I'm afraid it will be too late

He's gone there. "

Lao Qin suddenly remembered that he hadn't called his mother back yet...

As soon as the phone is connected

"Mom, how many tickets do you want?"

"Hey, Xuan'er, what's the matter?"

"...Mom, didn't you ask me for tickets? How many tickets do you want? I'll go to Brother Luan and ask. I didn't say, can you be later?"

"Ahahahahahaha, Xuan'er, don't be angry, I'm not chatting with people, I'm rushing to talk here! Ming people don't say dark words, I want two, if it doesn't work, one is fine. "

"Okay, then I'll ask, if there's nothing there, there's nothing I can do."

"Then work hard, Mom won't bother you anymore, just hang up."

The call ended with the sound, it was really simple.

Lao Qin wiped his face and went to change clothes first. My own mother, what else can I do...

"Daughter, what about people, come out quickly, Dad has brought you a surprise!"

A girl with a chicken coop came out of the house, "Dad, what are you doing?"

"Don't you like to listen to cross talk? I met your aunt today. Her son seems to be working in that Deyun Club. She said to help you ask if I can get you a ticket and let you go and see Teacher Guo. Are you surprised, are you surprised, are you happy?"

Open your hands, ready to welcome the impetus from your daughter's happiness, waited for a long time, and found that the person jumped three feet high in the same place...

"Dad, I actually think so. You said it too early. If I didn't get the ticket, I would cry for three days. It doesn't feel good to be surprised."

"Then get it?"

The two even made a bet, an inexplicable bet.

In the end, the two parties agreed that if they got the tickets, they would pay all the expenses of going to Beijing by themselves.

The author has something to say: When I was young, I liked Mr. Guo’s talk talk, but I fell into the pit of DYS after watching a cut by Xiao Yueyue and Shen Teng some time ago.

It’s really a group of fans, I should be regarded as a social fan, but I know quite a few people, mainly from the fifth, seventh, and eighth teams

The wives I've been chasing recently have basically stopped updating QAQ. I suddenly remembered that I can still write. I'm a novice in writing. It's really a brain hole.

Lao Qin is too busy with the volume keys, I am so happy and sad to listen to the cross talk

I feel that speaking is the main purpose of my writing hahaha

I was still wondering whether it should be a short story or a medium one. After finishing Chapter 1, everyone understands it (contact introduction)

Extreme joy begets sorrow, 1/3 of the text coded yesterday was lost because of a broken phone. . . .lost. . . .Then when I sent it on the computer, my roommate saw it. I kept it secret for two years. It’s so embarrassing. I broke my phone and my computer.

My god, I'm really long-winded, the number of words is going to explode (cover my face)