Liu Damei's stomach had bulged slightly, and the appearance of turning back three times in one step made the old lady of the Liu family even more uncomfortable.

The old lady gave birth to three daughters, the second married far away, and the third ran away.

Originally thought that Damei married relatively close, and finally had a small padded jacket that could meet at any time.

Fate tricked people, but I didn't expect that this big beauty would directly enter Beijing.

Not only in Beijing, but also in Hong Kong.

The old lady came to the county this time and was already the farthest place in her life.

She couldn't imagine how far Kyoto could be, but she knew Hong Kong was out of reach.

I heard that going to Hong Kong requires a lot of formalities.

Isn't this a world apart?

Thinking of this, the old lady's tears could no longer be stopped.

Watching Liu Damei's car start, the old lady began to cry.

"Da Mei, you have to come back early! Da Mei, you can't help but come back! The

car had run away, and Damei saw her mother's tearful face through the window, and her mother's face was gradually blurred by Dami's tears.

Zhou Zhu held Da Mei's hand tightly, and besides this, he didn't know what other way to comfort Da Mei.

After seeing off Zhou Zhu's family, Liu Qiqiang took the old Song father and son to the cotton spinning factory.

The old lady's sadness will continue for a while, and after the second sister got married, Mrs. Liu cried for a month.

It's no different from being sick.

People who do good things in the village flock to Liu Qiqiang's home every day to persuade.

Such a shot suddenly flashed clearly in front of Liu Qiqiang's eyes.

Now there are no acquaintances in this county, and no one has helped collect the old lady's tears yet.

At present, Damei is gone, there is no one to answer the phone in the office, and Zhaodi is naturally going to come up.

Liu Qiqiang's father wants to go out to help hang the painting, and the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law need to get along alone, and I don't know if the old lady will find something for Zhaodi.

Liu Qiqiang rode his bicycle and thought about things at home.

The bike crashed into a man without heeding.

Only hearing a "oops", the man was knocked to the ground by Liu Qiqiang's bicycle.

Liu Qiqiang also woke up at the moment when the bicycle fell to the ground, knowing that he had run into trouble.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Liu Qiqiang threw away his bicycle and ran to help people.

"This road is wide enough! Whether you can ride a bike or not, this is specifically hitting me! Did I provoke you?

Do you have a feud with me or what?

I didn't dodge you hitting me? "

This man was hit not lightly, tried twice and did not get up, but this mouth was not idle at all.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

Liu Qiqiang didn't know what to say except to say sorry.

"I'm going out to see the imperial calendar! Didn't say I'm going to touch the mold today!

You can't get by with me sincerely! I'm really angry if you do this again. "

The person who was hit is not old! How is it so nagging.

Liu Qiqiang slandered in his heart, so he called Song Qingshun to come and help.

The two of them saw that Liu Qiqiang had something on his mind, so they rode in front of them with their own care.

The sound of hitting people was already far away when the two people heard it.

When he turned back to help, he saw Liu Qiqiang alone and struggling to drag a person.

"Don't you pull it first, see where it hurts?"

Old Song shouted.

In the midst of the chaos, Liu Qiqiang woke up like a dream.

"Isn't this a horse's snail? This is not good to draw your donkey, what are you running around the street? Old Song squatted down and found that it was an old acquaintance.

"Hey, how does this talk. Don't I have anything else to do but draw a donkey? "

The mouth of the person who was called by the old song as a horse is not spared.

"You don't draw a donkey well, what are you hitting someone's bicycle?"

This old Song seems to be very familiar with this person, otherwise he can't joke like this.

"I can't seem to move my legs, so you can't keep your mouth shut." I just sent the donkey to your pen to raise, wasn't this man bumped in?

Ma Yi pointed at Liu Qiqiang and said.

Ma Ji is a painting maniac, and it is interesting that this person is good for nothing but painting.

The ancestors also left some good things, and they were all replaced by this loser with rice paper paint to paint.

The family was defeated and did not draw a name.

In order to use less raw materials, he began to learn to draw donkeys.

The painted donkeys were not collected, so they could only be sent to the buying station as bundles of waste paper for a few pocket money.

Meals can be eaten less, and the matter of painting cannot be delayed at all.

Every time Ma Yi sells waste paper, he will say a few words to Lao Song: "My paintings will be famous sooner or later, if you are not short of money, help me raise them first." I am now exclusively for donkeys, and when one of my donkeys can be exchanged for a donkey, you will make money. "

Old Song likes to chat with this crazy young man.

These waste paper pounds can't be exchanged for a few bucks.

"Send them all, I'll raise them for you first." If there is a little better, you will put the money and stamp, I promise to fatten it, and when you become famous, I will drive it out and sell it for money. Old

Song found a place to pile this person's paintings.

"Okay, you can leave me a donkey pen, and I promise you will make a lot of money in the future."

Ma Yi is really confident and regards a boss like Old Song as his breeder.

"Qingshun, you go find a rack car to come over, I see that this person needs to be sent to the hospital for examination."

This place was not far from the cotton mill, and Song Qingshun got on his bicycle and rushed away.

"Look at my back, who is not good this and hit an artist." Liu Qiqiang saw that the person who was hit was informal, and he was so familiar with Old Song, he joked.

"It's almost out of food, and the artist who is still shit." The expression on the horse's face was painful when he said this.

"Isn't it a broken crash?" Liu Qiqiang asked.

"The crotch hurts, but it doesn't seem to be a fracture, I can still feel it." Ma Yi is also a real person.

If this is to lie down and scold Liu Qiqiang fiercely, there is really no way.

"Now you can make a lot of money, lie down in the hospital and earn some pen, ink and paper."

Old Song was still joking.

"Boss Song, you are not very generous! You and I are also good friends, why are you still instigating people to lie to me?

Liu Qi said angrily.

"This is necessary, I am also robbing the rich and helping the poor." If you take out one-tenth of your sister's kung fu, this person will become famous.

Old Song said with a grin.

"There are so many ways to pack me! Why do you have to use such a way!

Liu Qiqiang was almost laughed at by the old Song Qiang.

"Seriously, this guy is really worth packing. Isn't your gallery also short of such artists?

There is no need to send it to the hospital, just take it to our hotel and let him see what else he can draw.

Old Song said.

Since it is said that there is no fracture, it should be a little hard fall, this nerd can't stand a little pain, exaggerating the strength of the pain.

At this time, Song Qingshun came over on a tricycle, and several people helped the horse to sit on the tricycle.

In the process of supporting, the horse's squeak and squawk.

"How much can it hurt? Why is a big old man so squeamish? If you feel a broken bone, we will take you to the hospital, and if you feel it works, we will take you to a place to paint.

Find you a way to make money, do you think to go? "

Old Song deliberately said the word "making money" very seriously.

In order to learn to draw, everything that can be bought at home has been sold by him, and now eating has become a problem, and he is full of energy when he hears that he has money to earn.

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