Jiang Keran kept waving his hands at the girl who was getting off the bus, as if she was afraid she couldn't see him.
"Murling sister, do you miss me?"
"Sister Xiaoman, you often come to us to grow stones. It's really good. The TV series at home is tuned to the fantasy Xiaolongman every day, but it always flies or something. It seems that it is not allowed to be broadcast. I heard that there are children. Blindly imitate. Gongdou drama is no longer performed. It also teaches bad men and women. They can¡¯t learn any good things. They intrigue all day. What¡¯s so good about it. Nowadays, many TV stations broadcast realistic themes. I¡¯ve watched several episodes, and I¡¯m just waiting for Sister Xiaoman to come and continue to enjoy it.¡±
"Murling sister, have you stopped drawing recently?"
"Now the living conditions in Changshi Town are good, and every household has a computer. Sometimes I still draw pictures on my notebook, but it's a bit messy. Hee hee, I'm sorry to show it to sister Xiaoman."
"That's not okay, murmuring sister, if you want to be a painter, can you use the mouse and paintbrush fuel, can it be the same? Although I usually work as an administrator, and I have access to nearly a thousand computers in the SG headquarters, but I still don't have a bad pen. Use. Besides, you are a realist, you have to record at any time, even a tablet is not light, and you painters are naturally free and easy, and you have been carrying a load for a long time, and you can concentrate on observing life with your eyes?"
"Sister Xiaoman, I just love to listen to what you say, okay, as you say, I will restore my paintings on paper in the future, and I will tell you quietly that there are still many tourists who have booked my masterpieces. One yuan, that can be regarded as getting rich through labor. Sister Xiaoman"
Jiang Keran was half-speaking, and suddenly stared at Xiaoman mysteriously.
"Sister Mumu, why are you acting weird all of a sudden? What's wrong? Is there something on my face?"
"Happy birthday, sister Xiaoman."
Jiang Keyan actually dug out a birthday cake from the ground, like an unearthed cultural relic.
"This. Mumbling sister, how do you know? I didn't mention it either."
"Of course it's my mother who asked specifically. She checked the company's employee files."
"Are you alarming Madam again? Sister Murmur, actually you don't need to do this. How expensive is the cake? Did you earn ten or ten yuan?"
Jiang Keran rolled his eyes, lowered his head slightly, and replied.
"Oh, it must be the little brother. He has always been shy. It's not that the little sister is not clear. The little brother is just a lump of wood. He obviously likes you, but he always asks me to express it. In fact, I wrote so many letters to you in the past. , and he let it go."
"real?"
"It must be done, hee hee, let's go, sister Xiaoman, I must eat all the cakes today, that's me, no, my little brother carefully selected it, the cake shop in Changshi Town is no longer a monopoly , there are many shops, but it is not easy to find a red peach heart, so it is specially made to order."
"Sister Murmur, it seems that your little brother is really interested in me. I thought it would be fine. Anyway, my parents don't agree."
"Don't give up, Sister Xiaoman, you have to fight for it. Life is up to you. If you find a domestic violence man, do you think it's scary or not?"
"That's right, then I, just persevere?"
"Hee hee, let's go, Sister Xiaoman, let's celebrate your birthday while watching a TV show with my little brother Hey, why are you leaving, little brother, didn't you say you should wait a while." (Remember this website URL: www .hlnovel.com