Chapter 371: Windfall

(15) Windfall

When bad luck always backfires, and as soon as I looked up he was already standing in front of us, and I hurriedly stood up and said:

"Seeing that you and this old woman haven't passed the guò test for a long time and can't get out for a while, it's better for you to recognize a godmother, so that you can encourage each other!"

This kind of whim of mine has been very annoying to the director in the past! The evil thing is that before I said it, I never thought about it myself, and I didn't know what was going on before I said it. Every time, Feng would say, "Okay, a stroke of genius!" and only his cameraman would say that. The rest of the people on the scene didn't know how to pick up the stubble.

The two men also looked at me in surprise and wanted to hear how I could explain. I said: "The last time I was hospitalized, there was a kindergarten principal and a little girl from the countryside who became mother and daughter, and the little girl's condition quickly improved and she was discharged from the hospital. Doctors say that only people who can't cry are prone to getting sick and not getting better. ”

After I finished speaking in one breath, the old lady smiled all over her face: "Okay, if my son is alive, he will be so old......

Hearing the old man say this, I looked at him noncommittally: "Don't call your godmother soon!"

"This, this, what's the rule?" he said, looking confused.

The old lady hurriedly said: "Don't worry, don't worry, we know each other, this is fate!"

In fact, whether Aunt Zhen, the head of the kindergarten, and the little jasper, who grows rice, red lotus and oranges at home, were cured because they recognized their relatives is not something that can be verified, and I don't know why I said that. In short, after falling off the horse, I was only a brain when I spoke, but in fact, I was only a brain in doing things, and I didn't know how to fly around, one moment I was buried in the snow, and the other time I was trapped under the mine.

It seems that when I was a child, the morning when the injured roe deer died, in that thick morning fog, no matter how much I ran, I couldn't escape the mist.

When I was watching TV in the evening, he came over and asked me what I wanted to watch, and I felt noticed again, so I hurriedly said of course I would continue to watch the series!

Then the old lady and I went to help with the cooking, and then I learned that the old lady's surname was Ding. Lonely old people are easily satisfied, and the spirit of a person who speaks is very different. Suddenly, I felt that it would be very happy to have two retired old men who had no children and the poet who people thought to be dead forming a family!

"That kid is really good," said Mrs. Ding, "it seems that he has been greatly wronged, but he is still so kind in the bottom of his heart." ”

It seemed that I could still knock on the side of the old lady to find out something, and I turned on the switch on the button bug.