Chapter 934

Leng Qingzhu smiled, knowing that the old lady was giving her willful power again, so she helped the old lady into the house and self-examined: "I'm already willful enough." ”

Do whatever you want, one thought, how many people follow and cooperate, how lucky she is to have so many people to love.

The meals had already been prepared, but Yuan Yashi and Fu Zhenguo had not come back yet, and Leng Qingzhu rejected Mrs. Fu's proposal to eat first.

Even so, Mrs. Fu still went to the kitchen to bring her a bowl of soup.

It was still the old hen brought by the Leng family during the Chinese New Year, and the aunt told Leng Qingzhu that it was cooked by the old lady herself, and it had been cooked for an afternoon.

Specially prepared for her.

Mrs. Fu disliked her aunt's talking, and drove the person into the kitchen, looking at Leng Qingzhu with her chin propped up.

Leng Qingzhu was embarrassed by her, and she wanted to make a call home, but she didn't know whether to call at this time.

"Don't fool my old lady, you must be very tired from studying at school, if you can't keep up with the nutrition and fall ill when you turn around, it's the adults who will worry about it."

Leng Qingzhu explained: "It's really not, you and my brother went to deliver food, and there are so many fruit snacks, I really can't be hungry." ”

There is also the quilt that my uncle brought to me, new cotton, which is warm and solid on my body.

Compared with several other girls in the same dormitory, Leng Qingzhu felt that her living conditions should really be said to be the best, even Nan Shuyu, whose living conditions were relatively good, could not be compared with her.

But that group of girls also thought that she was under the fence, living a hard life, and was forced to get engaged to someone or something.

Obviously she is the oldest, whether it is psychological age or real age, but they still take care of her as an old man.

The old lady had no other plans: "Speaking of which, after you got engaged to Ah Shao, you didn't even have a decent group photo, and when Ah Shao came back, you would go to the photo studio with him and take a few more photos?" ”

Photo studio?

This era?

Leng Qingzhu couldn't help but wonder if he had to recite the old three articles and shout slogans, and he had to put on the prescribed posture, just like the one Jiang Kun said in his cross talk.

Wait, it doesn't seem to be a thing of this era.

That should be a little bit further afield.

She hadn't taken much of a picture since she was disfigured in her previous life.

No way, she also loves beauty, who wants to see herself not beautiful?

Last day, I took a lot of photos with Fu Yingshao's camera, but more of them were worn by passers-by.

Thinking about it this way, taking pictures with Fu Yingshao in the photo studio in a serious way, Leng Qingzhu is quite looking forward to it.

Put wolfberries and codonopsis in the chicken soup, and drink a bowl of chicken soup, Leng Qingzhu felt that most of his physical strength had been replenished.

After thinking about it, I called home.

Knowing that today is Saturday, and knowing that she should be out of school at this time, Fu Yingshao is definitely not the only one who is in front of the phone.

Sure enough, as soon as the phone was connected, Mrs. Leng heard a cautious voice over there: "Hey, is it Qingzhu?" ”

Leng Qingzhu almost cried when he heard this voice.

Afraid of scaring the old lady, she hurriedly stopped it.

Answered the old lady's chattering questions, so that the little old lady was completely reassured.

The phone was transferred from Mrs. Leng's hand to Chen Baishuang's hand, and then from Chen Baishuang's hand to Leng Hongyi's hand, and then the old shepherd and Mrs. Chen.

The two old men went to Luobao Village specially today, just to wait for her call.

What was conveyed in the microphone was the anxiety and concern of the family.

The phone finally came to Fu Yingshao's hand.

She called her name in a low voice: "I finally know what it means to not see you for a day, like every three autumns." ”