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"This...", the lady boss was asked.

She did have tricks for delegating to ask some little girls to do it.But basically they are from other places, and few local people do this.Moreover, Wen Feiran is such a young man, and he is still so young.The proprietress didn't think it was appropriate.

What if the flowers are damaged or cannot be harvested?

She shook her head and persuaded: "This thing takes a lot of energy, your little friend can't do it."

"At such a young age, you should go to school!"

Wen Feiran said to her: "I just want to earn tuition fees."

"...", the proprietress was speechless for a moment.

Luo Yishu couldn't help being moved when he heard that he wanted to make money from embroidery.

This is better than selling cigarettes!

Luo Yishu wondered if his lower limit had been pulled down so low by Wen Feiran without knowing it!

But he still chimed in and said, "Miss Boss, do you think I can buy one piece? Then you give him one piece and let him go back and embroider and try it out!"

The proprietress looked at Luo Yishu, and felt that this kid was quite handsome, dressed cleanly, not at all sloppy, and looked like a kid from a well-educated family.

Luo Yishu took down the flower embroidery, took out 20 yuan and said, "I want this one!"

The proprietress was a little shaken for a moment.

Seeing that she was still hesitating, Wen Feiran asked Luo Yishu for five yuan, and then gave him back ten yuan.He gave the five yuan to the proprietress again, and asked, "I'll ask you to buy this pattern. When the time comes, I'll finish the work and come to the job, and you can just pay me. How about it?"

In this way, there is no such thing as him taking the pattern and running away.

The proprietress looked at the five yuan, and thought that the wages for one piece of embroidery were only five yuan!She wasn't so black-hearted as to steal a child's money, so she gritted her teeth and said:

"Forget it, you don't need money! You can just take a piece of pattern and go home, but remember that you will come back for business in three days!"

"Remember to embroider according to the pattern."

Wen Feiran suddenly smiled, and said sweetly: "Thank you, lady boss!"

When he acted like a baby, his face was very sweet, so Luo Yishu followed suit and bowed: "Thank you, lady boss!"

Surrounded by these two cute brats, the proprietress's heart almost melted.

She picked out an embroidery pattern, then took out the corresponding silk thread, handed it to Wen Feiran, and told the child, "Do it for me!"

"You can't give up halfway, you know?"

"Yeah!", Wen Feiran nodded, very well-behaved.

"..."

Luo Yishu thinks that today is really strange, and he has learned a lot.

On the way back, the lights were already on, and the bus just caught up with the last one.Wen Feiran put all the embroidery patterns into Luo Yishu's schoolbag.The young master fell asleep leaning on his shoulder.

His eyelashes are long and thick, and his lips are pink.

He looks like a well-bred boy.No drooling on him either.

Luo Yishu should be very tired today. As a tuberculosis patient, it is not easy to follow him around.

Wen Feiran turned his eyes away, looking out the window expressionlessly at night lights passing by in the city.

Exudes a faint yellow light.

After visiting the West Lake, some people lined up to buy roasted sweet potatoes.This is a scene that will never be seen in the last days.

After crossing, Wen Feiran didn't feel down-to-earth until now.

After looking at it, the system suddenly said: [Boss, are you here for Hanako? 】

There were still half of the cigarettes left in the system warehouse, and Xiao Ling enthusiastically proposed that everyone smoke together. Anyway, the young master is also asleep now, and Wen Feiran is the only one.They have one person and one system. In the last days, they often sit on the sand dunes and smoke while facing the desolate doomsday.

Afterwards, a cigarette is like a living fairy.

Not to mention how cool it is.

Wen Feiran flatly refused: "No smoking!"

"Do you know how to be a good person?"

Xiao Ling: […]

[Boss, boss, what's wrong with you! 】

Xiao Ling wanted to cry, but this was not the gangster Wen Feiran he knew! !

Wen Feiran decided to be a good person from today, and never let down his ideal of a new life.He smiled and looked at Luo Yishu, could it be that he was influenced by this young master?

It was seven or eight o'clock when I returned to the village.

The dogs in the village barked.The villagers had already rested, and the two went back to their respective homes.

Seeing that Luo Yishu came back so late, Luo's mother said anxiously: "Why is it so late!" She only left a lamp, "Go and eat, the food is hot for you."

Luo Yishu smiled, "I'm with Wen Feiran!"

Mother Luo breathed a sigh of relief and told him, "In the future, you should come back early when you go out, there are a lot of traffickers outside now!"

Although Luo Yishu is already old, some insane people abducted her beloved son if he didn't keep it together.

Luo Yishu thought of the disabled beggar at the station during the day, nodded solemnly and said: "Okay, I understand! I will be careful."

Mother Luo patted his head affectionately and told him to go to bed early.

......

At night, Luo Yishu was lying on the bed, unable to fall asleep.

Moonlight shines through the window, casting a long oblique shadow.Early the next morning, Luo Yishu went out to find Wen Feiran.

But when he pushed open the door of the thatched cottage, he found that Wen Feiran was lying on the table and fell asleep, and hadn't woken up yet.

Under his arm was the embroidery.

Fuck!Luo Yishu groaned in his heart, this guy won't rush to work all night!

He could even imagine Wen Feiran embroidering at night under a kerosene lamp...

Looking quietly, one corner of the embroidery has been embroidered.

It can be seen that the whole is in the shape of a bird, which is even more beautiful than the one Luo Yishu bought.Wen Feiran slept so soundly that his saliva almost flowed onto the embroidery.

Luo Yishu quickly pulled out the embroidery for him.

This has to be seen by the proprietress, and she is not allowed to go back the same way.Alas, this boy is not easy.Luo Yishu took a handful of Wen Feiran's hair and twisted it around his fingers a few times, and played with it around his fingers, so Wen Feiran didn't wake up, it seemed that he was really tired.

He wanted to get people into bed.

Luo Yishu picked up Wen Feiran's arm, but found it difficult to do so.Wen Feiran was heavier than he expected, and he was already sweating profusely when he lifted him up.

Wen Feiran woke up immediately.

In the dim light of the morning, his eyes were very alert, like a wolf cub ready to attack at any time, Luo Yishu was taken aback.

But after discovering that it was him, Wen Feiran fell asleep again in a daze, looking very relieved, he fell headlong on the bed and pulled the quilt for himself.

Luo Yishu couldn't help but laugh.

While Wen Feiran was sleeping, he took a good look at the room.I have to say, it's really poor.Nothing, nothing but nothing.Luo Yishu rolled up his sleeves and did what he said.He found a broom and a dustpan, and cleaned the whole thatched hut.

His young master had never done these things, but he did them in an orderly manner.

He put all the clothes that Wen Feiran threw away into the cabinet.As soon as he opened the wooden box, he saw the neatly folded shirt and trousers, which he gave to him, and Luo Yishu burst out laughing.

Before he finished laughing, he turned around and saw Wen Feiran's mother's posthumous photo in the corner.

Looking at him with eyes open.

Luo Yishu: "..."

He quickly closed the wooden box.

Wen Feiran had had enough sleep, woke up, and saw Luo Yishu sneaking around in his room in a daze.He opened his eyes and looked around, grass!Is this fucking in the snail girl?

His thatched cottage has never been so clean!

Even the rotten wooden table has been carefully wiped down!

The room was full of light.

Under the Buddha's light, Luo Yishu turned his head and smiled at him, "You're awake!"

Wen Feiran: "..."

He really didn't know what he was being silly about.

......

There are still ten full days before leaving school.

The friends have all received the admission letter one after another, and Wen Feiran naturally received it too. He got No.1 in the whole school in the entrance examination.

But tuition alone is not enough, he also has to earn living expenses.

Otherwise, go to school and wait to drink the northwest wind!

Food, clothing, and living in school, which one does not require money?

Sitting next to Wen Feiran was the carefree young master, who was having fun, and he just sat under the big banyan tree and embroidered.

Alas, different people have different fates!

Others were overjoyed to see such a weird combination of them, especially Wang Fugui, who laughed like a mad pig with epilepsy.

He asked his little followers to imitate Wen Feiran's embroidering, their movements were awkward, and they laughed not far away: "Wen Feiran, you bitch!"

"Hahahahaha!"

"How can there be boys who embroider!"

"It's so funny! Old women!"

When Luo Yishu heard this, he frowned and looked over, and saw the group of little bullies imitating Wen Feiran's posture, threading needles and threads, just like a group of little eunuchs, imitating each other and bursting out into bursts of laughter.

Wen Feiran ignored it.

He was picking the needle very seriously.This piece of cross stitches, that piece of flowers three stitches, must not be mistaken.What he embroidered was a blue bird perched on a branch, very agile.

Soon, the bird's wings were embroidered.

Although he is a boy, but for some reason, his hands are very dexterous.

Luo Yishu was fascinated by the ups and downs of the slender hands, stitch by stitch.Then look at the group of village tyrants in the distance, the contrast is too strong, Luo Yishu can't bear to look back.

Just watching Wen Feiran's embroidery so intently, I don't feel tired after watching it for a long time.

Seeing that they didn't respond, the village tyrants gradually escalated their fighting.Not only to provoke Wen Feiran, but also to provoke Luo Yishu.

Xiaopang was very worried about the fact that he failed to catch Luo Yishu last time, and now that the adults are not around, he committed another act.He threw a stone at the young master vigorously, and cursed, "You tuberculosis!"

"Throw you to death!"

"Go to hell with tuberculosis!"

The other friends all followed him and threw stones, "You are not welcome here, tuberculosis! Go to hell!"

"Go to hell!!"

Luo Yishu thought that he was unpopular here, but he didn't expect to be so unpopular!

For a while the mood fell to the bottom.

But they just threw it away, but their accuracy was not very good. Not only did they miss anyone, but a few stones even fell on Wen Feiran's embroidery.

"..."

Damn, Tiger scratches his head.

Wen Feiran suddenly said "Fuck!"

With blue veins on his forehead, he stood up abruptly, his face was covered with clouds, he looked like an evil ghost Shura.

The village tyrants were all taken aback by him, and even the stone accidentally fell to the ground.

Wen Feiran ran towards them, there were five of them in total, he gave full play to his desperate fighting posture, and beat the group of people to the ground with three punches and two kicks.Among them, the most difficult one, Wen Feiran, kicked him on the head, and Xiaopang was almost kicked out of the concussion by him.

The chubby body suddenly fell to the ground.

Even Luo Yishu was stunned by his brutal style of play.