Wu Zhizhi didn't say anything, and didn't know what she was thinking.

After a while, she stepped forward and took the radio back and put it in a plastic bag, "thank you, Uncle Zhang."

Uncle Zhang didn't say anything and lit a cigarette.

Wu Zhizhi left with the radio, and Lu Yanshi followed him out.

She looked at the person behind her with a surprised expression, "Why are you coming out too? Are you not going to burn a song?"

"Not to be carved."

"Why?"

"See he is not happy."

"..." The eldest young master was really willful. Wu Zhizhi felt a little funny. "The service attitude in our small place is like this. If you ask too much, you will only make yourself angry."

"What if he doesn't like him and doesn't want to buy it from him? I can't have the right to choose my own money?" Lu Yanshi looked at Wu Zhizhi slantedly.

"..." It costs three dollars.

Wu Zhizhi's bicycle was parked at the door of the record store. She opened the lock with the key, sat on it, and asked him, "Do you want to pull you for a long time?"

Lu Yanshi looked at the back seat of her car and said contemptuously: "Forgive me, I'll walk back by myself."

"Oh, do you still look down on bicycles?" Wu Zhizhi smiled, and did not force him to put the radio bag into the car basket, "Then I'll leave, bye."

"Hey." He paused and suddenly called her.

Wu Zhizhi's bicycle was just halfway through, and hurriedly stepped on his feet to the ground, braked the car, and almost fell down.

Lu Yanshi wanted to laugh when he looked at her terrified and funny look.

"What are you doing?" Wu Zhizhi turned around, and his dark eyeliner looked very fierce and evil at this moment.

Lu Yanshi still couldn't stand her non-mainstream ghostly appearance, so he slightly looked away, looked at the radio hanging on the front of the car, and said, "Let me show this thing."

"Show you?" Wu Zhizhi's eyes also fell on the radio. He was about to say what he was doing, but he realized that he might want to repair it. He was stunned and asked, "Can you repair it?"

"I don't know, I have to look at it first."

Wu Zhizhi turned the bicycle, pedaled back to him, and took the radio down to him.

Lu Yanshi took it and put it in his schoolbag.

"What are you doing?" Wu Zhizhi stopped working. Didn't he need to repair it? Why should he take it away?

"Look at my hand." Lu Yanshi said irrelevant words.

But Wu Zhizhi looked over and said, "There is nothing."

"You know there is nothing left," he replied coldly, and then, seeing that she didn't understand, he couldn't help but add, "How can I unscrew this radio and study without a screwdriver?"

"..." Wu Zhizhi finally understood everything and said with a smile: "Haha, I didn't react to this just now, but you can't take the radio. This is my grandmother's baby. If I don't bring the radio, my grandmother will be angry."

"You still have grandma?"

"certainly."

Lu Yanshi was silent for a moment and asked, "Did you live with your mother?"

Wu Zhizhi was stunned for a moment, then said perfunctorily, and didn't plan to continue talking. She changed the topic and said, "How about this, our house is close anyway, you go to our rice noodle shop to repair it. We have a screwdriver."

Lu Yanshi thought that there was no place to spend time anyway, so he agreed.

"I'll pull you?" Wu Zhizhi asked for the second time.

Lu Yanshi still refused very simply, "No, I'll walk back by myself."

The two of them rode their bikes and walked alone, and soon arrived at the Laowu rice noodle shop.

Wu Tong was washing ingredients by the pool at the door. Wu Zhizhi parked the bicycle and locked it. He said to Lu Yanshi who was walking slowly behind him: "You can just sit at a table and I'll go in and get you a screwdriver."

Then the person went in.

Lu Yanshi arrived and glared at Wu Tong for a while, and then he had nothing to say.

One doesn't like to talk, the other doesn't talk at all.

Wu Zhizhi took the screwdriver and came out soon, handing it to Lu Yanshi on the table, "Look at it."

"Zhizhi, who is here?" An old voice came from behind the curtain. It must be Wu Zhizhi's grandmother.

She shouted inside, "No one, I repair the radio."

Lu Yanshi, who was screwing the screw, looked speechless: "..."

He who repaired the radio?

Haha, is there such a handsome repairman?

"Oh, has it been fixed?" The curtain was lifted, and an old man in his seventies walked out. His hair was white and his ears were as white as he could. He pinned two black hairpins on both sides, which made the white hair look so dark that the two wavy hairpins looked very black.

Grandma Wu's face had a lot of old spots and wrinkles on her face, but she had a good mental outlook. She was wearing a jade-colored floral cotton jacket and taking small steps. Her accent was soft and healthy.

"I'm practicing." Wu Zhizhi replied.

When Lu Yanshi saw the old man coming out, he glanced at Wu Zhizhi.

Wu Zhizhi immediately said, "This is my grandma."

"Oh." Lu Yanshi replied coldly and forced a shout, "Grandma."

The general term is the same as the classmate.

Grandma Wu nodded and walked over. Seeing Lu Yanshi dismantling her beloved radio into seven or eight pieces, she looked so distressed, "Oh, why did you dismantle the radio like this?"

After hearing this, Lu Yanshi looked embarrassed.

He really wanted to say: How to repair it if it is not removed? But seeing as she is old and doesn't want to say disrespectful contradictory words, she doesn't say anything.

"Because you need to repair it." Wu Zhizhi answered for him. He had a premonition that his grandmother was about to start nagging, so he immediately pulled her hand quickly, wanting to take her back to the house, "Grandma, you are old, don't go out and walk for so long. Go to the house for a rest. When the radio is repaired, I will send it back to you."

"Oh, it's so miserable that I can't hear you. Grandma's eyes can't see very well, it's vague, I can't see you. By the way, are you wise or peaceful?"

"..." Wu Zhizhi was covered in black lines, "It's Zhizhi, grandma."

"Is that An An Da, or you?" Grandma Wu asked again.

Wu Zhizhi: "..."

Lu Yanshi: "..."

Isn’t this visible to the naked eye? One is sixteen or seventeen years old, the other is four or five years old. Who is the older or the younger?

"I'm old, grandma, I know a lot."

"Oh, I know that I am a little older. Grandma is old and has a bad memory. Oh, it's so miserable that I can't listen to it..." The topic went back to the beginning. Grandma Wu was nagging and was sent back to the inner room by Wu Zhizhi.

When she came out, she wiped her sweat and sat next to Lu Yanshi, "How about it? Can I repair it?"

"I'm practicing." He didn't say that he could practice, he just gave this sentence.

Wu Zhizhi poured him a cup of warm water, "Then you repair it slowly, I'll cut the thing first."

Lu Yanshi practiced for a while and said, "Cook a bowl for me too."

Her eyebrows raised, "Hungry?"

"Um."

“Which type should be eaten?”

Lu Yanshi looked at the menu on the wall, "Beef."

"Have you changed your taste?" She raised her eyebrows to look at him.

"I don't want to eat the same taste all the time." After saying that, he lowered his head and carefully repaired the radio.

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Chapter completed!