The morning in early spring is always the coldest. Who doesn’t miss the warm quilt? What’s more, it’s the Spring Festival when it’s time to rest.

But on the day of the second day of junior high school, Old Man Jiang came to serve as an 'alarm clock' early in the morning. He shouted at me with an almost crazy eagerness: "Sanwa'er, if you don't get up, I will take you out of the house."

Lifted up under the quilt."

I didn't open my eyes and muttered: "Master, didn't you say that? You don't have to do morning classes during the Spring Festival. The Spring Festival has to be counted as the fifth day of the Lunar New Year, right?"

With a 'swish' sound, the thick and warm quilt on my body was torn apart, accompanied by Old Man Jiang's thunderous roar: "I said you can skip morning classes, but did I say you can stay in bed? Today

I need to pick someone up, pick someone up!"

I woke up from the cold all of a sudden. When I opened my eyes, I almost went crazy with fear. Is this my master?

He had his hair neatly parted, his beard was clean shaven, he was wearing a neat Mao suit, and he was pretending to be wearing a coat.

In fact, my master is not ugly, he has a regular appearance and is quite dignified. When dressed up, he looks like an old man, somewhere between an old man and a middle-aged man. Unfortunately, his temperament is too "vulgar".

Especially now, that anxious look doesn't match his strict attire.

"Master, are you going to pick up the bride?" No, no, no, I can't accept Master dressed like this. It would be better for him to wear a shabby coat.

Old Man Jiang snorted and ignored me. I thought to myself, there are still old men who have their hair parted, and I, a handsome guy like me, still have a patch of hair.

My mother stood at the door with two bowls of fermented glutinous rice balls and said with a smile: "Tsk tsk, Master Jiang, I have to go with you to pick up people this time. This is the second time I've seen you dressed like this. The last time was the same."

Years ago? Sanwa'er was still a baby at that time."

Old Man Jiang hummed a few words, took the fermented glutinous rice balls and started to eat them. I thought something was wrong. As a master, why do I think he is a little shy? No, it's impossible, he can still do it.

shy?

"Son, go and put on your clothes. You're such a big man, what's the point of wearing underwear all the time?" my mother ordered next to me.

"Wait a minute, Xiuyun, you have to tidy up Sanwa'er today." Old Man Jiang eagerly swallowed a glutinous rice dumpling made with rice wine, and then gave instructions with gesticulating gestures.

My mother looked at Old Man Jiang suspiciously, and after holding it in for a long while, she said in surprise: "Master Jiang, are you going to take my third child on a blind date?"

"Ahem!" Old Man Jiang coughed wildly.

I was putting on my autumn clothes. When my mother said this, I twisted my hands and almost choked myself to death.

Old Man Jiang finally stopped coughing and said, "No, no, this baby is so young now. There is no way I would allow him to miss his wife."

I finally 'struggled' out of my autumn clothes and was putting on my autumn trousers again. Old Man Jiang said this and I almost tripped over my own trousers. I was so angry. Why did I want a wife? My mother

Are you and my master teaming up to murder me?

"Master Jiang, the marriage of these three children is a worry for me. I don't know if it is easy for Taoist priests to find wives. You should pay more attention." My mother said sincerely, what kind of mother is this?

I'm only 15 years old, 15 years old! She started talking about my wife's problems.

"Are you kidding me, Jiang Lichun's apprentice will not be able to find a wife? Besides, my apprentice is very talented. Any girl who doesn't want to do it is blind. Xiuyun, don't worry about this." My master waved his hand and did it boldly.

Yun said.

My mother immediately beamed and said, "Haha, that's right, my daughter is so pretty, so what's wrong with my son? I love dressing him up the most, so I will definitely put him in order today."

Farce, this is definitely a farce! I almost went crazy because of these two people who were working together.

On the second day of the Lunar New Year, the streets were a little calm. I was wearing a gray jacket and a pair of jeans. I was wearing a partial parting of my head that my mother had made for me with her hair cream, and my heart was twitching.

I'm not used to dressing up like this. In my eyes, I look like a fool. But there is an old man Jiang who looks like a veteran cadre standing next to me.

My mother wears a floral cotton-padded jacket.

Is this a threesome of fools?

Occasionally I meet one or two old men and women who are familiar with my mother on the road. When they see the three of us dressed like this, they will stare at us strangely for a while, and then say: "Xiuyun, where are you going to catch up with your relatives?"

Then he came closer and asked mysteriously: "Are you going to Chengdu?"

At that time, having a relative in the provincial capital was a very big deal in this small county.

My mother laughed and said proudly: "I have relatives in Chengdu. We are going to pick up a guest. Let me tell you, I bought the jacket on my son in Chengdu. You know, we

When I want to open a clothing store and go to Chengdu to see the goods, I will "

At this time, Old Man Jiang would usually cough to remind my mother that it was time to go, and then my mother would leave reluctantly.

Hey, one is anxious, one is dressed like a pretty boy, and the other is long-winded and gossiping triumphantly. Isn't this a threesome of idiots?

The place we went to was not a station, but a relatively remote place in the county, almost close to the suburbs. There was a main road there that led directly to the city outside the county.

The morning wind was chilly, and when the wind blew the hair paste on my head, it felt hard, as if the top sheet was stuck to my head.

I felt extremely uncomfortable, but I didn’t dare to say anything.

But my mother really sympathized with the people who were coming: "Oh, Master Jiang, come here to pick up people? It's the Spring Festival. Come catch a car. It's so hard to walk. No, I have to say it later."

, I’ll pay the fare.”

Old Man Jiang looked at my mother with strange eyes, and then couldn't help but twitch, but didn't say anything. I guess he was playing mysterious again.

After waiting for nearly half an hour, no one came. My mother's face was so red that it was almost the same color as her lipstick. She kept mumbling: "Hey, how long does it take to walk?

It’s better to take a car.”

Where is Old Man Jiang? He was standing straight on the side of the road, with the coat on his hands, but he refused to put it on. Since when was this coat used to cover his arms? Is my master stupid?

With this question in my mind, I was squatting on the side of the road pulling weeds out of boredom. At this time, I heard the sound of cars coming from this road.

I didn't have any reaction. In this era, there are not many cars, but they appear much more frequently than before. Several cars have passed by, so I don't think it's anything strange.

But I heard a few hums from my master. It was a weird sound squeezed out of his throat, an excited yet suppressed sound. I looked up curiously and found that my master's feet were shaking twice.

My mother looked at Old Man Jiang suspiciously and asked, "Master Jiang, what's wrong with you?"

Old Man Jiang stammered: "Come on."

My mother turned around excitedly and her face turned red. The oncoming car was a Hongqi car. My mother and my father had been to the provincial capital and had seen the car before. She would definitely recognize the Hongqi car. Thanks to her.

Just now you were talking about giving someone else car money. Wasn’t that embarrassing and embarrassing to your grandma’s house?

I clapped my hands and stood up bored. I knew who Old Man Jiang was. I rode with him in Beijing Jeep when I was a child. Now this red flag really doesn’t shock me. I know that if I

If Master is willing, he can ride in this car.

The car stopped in front of Old Man Jiang. As soon as it stopped, a man got out in a hurry. I recognized this man. He was one of the dozen people who came to catch the hungry ghost last time.

"Master Jiang, we finally arrived. The mission is completed." The man said with great respect. It was obvious that he admired my master.

In this situation, my master would have just lazily hummed, and then said with a playful smile, boy, not bad, not bad.

Today, he was exceptionally dignified and serious. He held other people's hands in a formal manner and said kindly: "Thank you for your hard work."

The corner of my mouth twitched when I saw it. Where was this song coming from?

"Xiao Yi, go open the car door and let me get out." Old Man Jiang said to me seriously and kindly.

Xiao Yi? Xiao Yi! Who is Xiao Yi called?

I couldn't react, so I looked at Old Man Jiang stupidly. Old Man Jiang became anxious and glared at me. Only then did I realize that Xiao Yi was calling me. I almost had a convulsion all over my body. Did my master have a mental illness?

But at this moment, the rear door suddenly opened, and an old lady's voice came from the car: "Jiang Lizhun, I'm not old yet. Do I need a child to open the door for me?"

I turned around and saw a very elegant old lady with a kind look on her face walking out of the car. Her big eyes and small nose showed that she was a good-looking woman when she was young.

I guess my eldest sister and my second sister are not as good as others when they were young, right?

I don't have much idea about girls. The only words I can use to praise women are that they are beautiful and there is nothing I can do about it.

At this time, a crisp voice sounded from behind the old lady: "Maimai, (exclamation), grandma, do you think this (brother) is stupid? What is his hair like?"

What’s wrong with your hair?).”

"Master, what did that little girl say?" I couldn't understand the little girl's dialect, but seeing that I could understand her mocking eyes, I couldn't help but ask Master.

"Xiao Yi, the little girl speaks Kunming dialect. She said your hair is not good-looking." Old Man Jiang said to me kindly and gently.
Chapter completed!