Chapter 567

Monan wants to go back to Wancheng directly.

But when the car arrives in the city, Su Bingqing suddenly stops.

Monan looks back curiously.

Su Bingqing in the back row looks out the window at the street

"Why don't you come and walk around without me?"

"Still going?"

Monan immediately began to smile bitterly.

He looked at the woman's bright eyes and wished to send her back to Wancheng now.

It's horrible.

He really convinced Su Bingqing that he was in business. He fooled people around one by one. After living in the village for two days, he found out about the last time he peed in his pants when he was seven years old

In this way, he does not want face!

Maybe the old man drove them away, which also had such a meaning. He was afraid that his daughter-in-law, who was already close to hand, would slip away with a whew.

I can't help it. If my son doesn't succeed, he has to do something for him.

At this time, Su Bingqing rings her arms, and the old God is looking at Monan.

"All right."

Unable to bear the driver's elder brother's urging, Mo Nan got out of the car and threw down the door. He turned a blind eye to the elder brother's shouting and swearing. He began to lead the way in front of him, and his mood gradually calmed down

"Here, I used to come to this noodle shop when I was a child. The old man was very mysterious at that time. He often gave me five yuan in the morning and then disappeared one day..."

"Aunt Liu's stall is still there. You can taste the pastry here. It's delicious."

At first, Su Bingqing asked again. Later, it became Monan's speech.

Su Bingqing just listened quietly.

To tell the truth, this trip to Qingcheng, she felt like a dream.

I just lived in peace for a few days. Nothing happened during that time. It just passed.

Both Mo Nan and Mo Laozi are too real.

The real is illusion.

For example, she originally thought that even if the old man lived in the village, he should have built a villa, or even a manor, and lived happily in his old age.

Who knows that the old man who gives tens of millions of gifts actually lives in an earth embryo house of more than 100 square meters

Su Bingqing is not a rich man who has never seen a low-key, but it is not too much to keep a low-key.

Until now she looked at Monan with a pastry to eat thief incense, only to fully understand.

The father and son are not saints who regard money as dirt.

It's because there's no one to take care of them, they have money in their pocket for hundreds of years, and they don't know how to spend it.

So when they are poor, they get used to it.

It's a sad answer, but that's the truth.

Su Bingqing then patted the forehead:

"I thought I was miserable when I was a child..."

"I didn't expect you to be worse than me. We are really in the same boat."

"That means we are predestined."

Monan looked back and frowned.

They walked hand in hand in the street, not caring about the envious eyes of the single dogs around them.

Walking, Monan also don't know how to take Su Bingqing to a pile of abandoned debris.

"Here, too?"

He looked up and sighed.

"What's here?"

Su Bingqing lowered his head, vaguely visible next to a few big stones brush red words.

"Where I went to school."

Mo Nan said, suddenly biting his teeth fiercely, pretending to straighten up his chest and said: "it's a pity that I didn't come back early, otherwise I must have a look at those guys who look down on people. How good are you doing now..."

"Well, they will ask you if you have spicy sauce."

Su Bingqing giggled.

Mo Nan Leng for a while before reaction, rolled a white eye, no good airway: "you just wear like delivery."

He looked down angrily. How could he be as bad as she said

Suddenly, Mo Nan raised his head and saw a big guy placed in the rubble. He said confidently, "what's wrong with delivery? These days, delivery boys are omnipotent. This is very similar to me."

"Almighty?"

Su Bing's lips curled in disbelief.

She knows that the man in front of her really has something that ordinary people can't compare with, but it's a bit of nonsense to say anything.

"No?"

Monan picked his eyebrows.

Then he went to the big guy in the rubble.

It's an old piano, but no matter how old it is, it can still make sound.

"How can there be a piano in such a place?"

Su Bingqing first looked at the old rascal sitting down in front of the piano chair, and then realized what was wrong.

Let's not say that although it has been demolished here, there are many people passing by. It's impossible that no one can find such a conspicuous object on the mound. If it can make a sound, it has already been removed. What's more, the school is obviously not new. The piano has been out in the wind and rain for such a long time. It should have been broken. Su Bingqing saw that Mo Nan had no doubt. He felt something in his heart and suddenly looked around. Then, she saw a graceful standing 100 meters away, overlooking the beautiful shadow here. Each other's appearance is not worse than her, but also by a kind of unspeakable immortal spirit, as if not eating fireworks between people. The two women's eyes quickly intertwined with each other, and there was a spark in the air“ Look here. " Monan said suddenly. The next second, Su Bingqing felt the melodious notes in her ears. She turned back in surprise and saw the former's hands bouncing on the keys. The music is gradually tactful, like telling the romance between men and women. Su Bingqing, who is devoted to business, doesn't know much about classical music, but he is also addicted to it. She quietly looked at the man in front of her. Mo Nan, who plays the piano seriously, has a charm that is hard to find at ordinary times. Su Bingqing was soon relieved. She finally looked at the direction of the woman in the distance and completely focused on the performance that Monan gave her alone. More and more people are standing around. The shopping girl forgot to go home. The man with his girlfriend in his arms forgot to move. On the abandoned rubble, the man who is like a decadent musician, the beautiful woman who exudes noble temperament, let them unconsciously start to marvel, and finally applaud. Finally, Su Bingqing turns around and thanks for Monan to the spectators who stop. His confident face seems to be showing off something. Monan got up and bent around like a real master. There's no way. He thinks that if he doesn't earn enough face for Su Bingqing today, he'll get a fat beating at least. Of course, with Su Da's temperament, she won't do it, but it's more terrible because she doesn't know how to punish her. A hundred meters away. The seemingly indifferent mu Hanyan suddenly clenched his fist, then turned around without expression: "let's go." Next to her, there was a man, wearing a hand-made suit and waxing his hair, looking at how coquettish and coquettish he was. He found that mu Hanyan was not in a good mood, so he looked at Mo Nan's direction, snorted and taunted: "it's just a bumpkin who is poor after learning fur. You don't have to be angry for him, Hanyan..."