Huo Shao's little goblin has a soft waist and a sweet heart, and is spoiled

The two of them had only known each other for half a day, and it could not be said that they were very happy together, it could even be said that they were very miserable.

Although the old man saved 1000 yuan for the wedding photo, he still felt very sorry, thinking that after staying in the snow mountain for so long, he should be hungry as a boy, so he simply took out the pickles that he was reluctant to eat on weekdays.

Duan Dian watched the uncle hunched over to fish for something from the jar in the corner.

It was dark, and it was hard to see what he was carrying, it was dark, it should be a plate of vegetables.

Seeing how precious the uncle is, I thought about some local specialty products.

Until the pickles are served
No matter how strong the wind was, the boy could still smell a hint of salt mixed in the wind.

"Uncle, do you usually eat this?" Duan Dian used the faint light to see clearly which dish of blackened pickles was on the table. While feeling sympathy, he also praised: This is the ancestor of pickles, right?
Duan Dian thought that the uncle must be reluctant to eat it at ordinary times, so he took out this old pickle in order to entertain himself.

"I usually?" The uncle picked up a chopstick of pickled vegetables, then took a bite of the hard steamed bun, and said while chewing: "I usually eat game, and it's cold in the mountains, so I don't have the energy to work without some meat."

Well, I usually eat meat and greet Duan Dian with pickles.

Just when Duan Dian thought he was wasting his emotions in vain, the uncle let out a 'hmm', as if he had tasted something delicious, his wrinkled eyes narrowed.

Duan Dian still couldn't believe how delicious the plate of pickles on the table was. His empty stomach could only be filled with dry starch steamed buns.

'Mm' the uncle let out another sound from his nasal cavity, appreciating the deliciousness, this time he found that the boy only ate steamed buns but not pickles, his mouth was vague: "Hey, why don't you eat it?"

"Uh, I'm allergic to pickles."

"No luck. I made this when my wife was alive. I usually don't want to eat it. I only serve a spy dish during the holidays." The uncle didn't know that Duan Dian was afraid of having diarrhea, and the pickles were already broken. .

He thinks that the uncle should be in the snow mountain all the year round, and his sense of smell has been frozen.

"I can just eat steamed buns." Duan Dian still dare not eat.

After night falls, the cold wind blows sideways outside, and snowflakes the size of marbles can still be seen through the dim tungsten lamp. In fact, the steamed buns on the table were taken out by the uncle from the stove, but they have been left for a long time and the cold wind blows. It becomes stiff.

Duan Dian noticed that the wind outside was getting stronger and stronger, and he was shivering all over, so he was curious: "Uncle, why don't you eat inside?"

"The lights in the house are broken and I always forget to fix them."

"Then I'll fix it for you." Duan Dian thought it was just a matter of doing it. Anyway, when this kind of primitive light bulb was in school, the physics teacher often took them to play, so it wouldn't be difficult.

The uncle swept the last bit of pickles from the plate into his mouth, then pressed it with half a piece of steamed bun in his hand: "The light bulb is broken, I have to go down the mountain to buy a light bulb."

A section of electricity surrounds the surrounding area. Aren’t those flickering light bulbs blown by the wind unstable?
"There are so many light bulbs outside, just take out one at random."

"Hey! That's right!" The uncle was so enlightened, he slapped his thigh and hiccupped with a smile: "Look at my brain, brat, I didn't expect you to have a lot of things, and your brain is quite good."

"Hehe." Duan Dian laughed far-fetchedly: "I'll just think you're complimenting me."

"Hey, brat, I can install the light bulb, so I don't need you to install it for me."

"I'm young and I'm fast."

"This light bulb is different from the light bulbs in the house, don't fool around." "I checked, it's the same."

"It won't turn on even if it's pretended, I've tried it." The uncle stopped him in every possible way. He was obviously happy just now, but his face changed in a blink of an eye. It was really confusing.

Duan Dian was thinking that he was leaving soon, so he could help the uncle a little bit. Who knew that he was so polite, and he really didn't get along with the money-grabbing bandit he just met.

After opening the wooden house, there was no erosion from the cold wind, and Duan Dian finally found a warm place. He shook off the snow all over his body, and used the dim light outside the door to find the location of the light bulb. He took out the broken light bulb and installed a new one. Just 2 minutes.

With a sound of 'zila', the dark room lit up instantly.

"Look, I've already said that it can be used, but you still insist that it can't be used." Duan Dian just wanted to show off his intelligence and super hands-on ability, but when he turned his head, he saw two lines of tears from the uncle: " Hey, you, you, you, you, why are you crying?"

The uncle's eyes slowly moved from the left to the right of the wooden house, and then from the right to the left. He looked at the objects in the house one by one, and finally sat down heavily by the bed.

He didn't make a sound when he cried, just lowered his head silently, and then wiped his face with his patched sleeve.

Duan Dian was at a loss and stood at the door like a not very smart idiot.

"That night, my wife left, and the light bulb in the house went out for no reason. I thought, if it's broken, it's broken. If I can't see it, I won't think that way every day."

Well, I did something bad with good intentions, and poked the uncle's heart.

"Now, as soon as this light is on, I will ring my wife."

"Uh..." Duan Dian pursed his lips, and a light flashed in his eyes; just when the uncle was crying, the light above his head went out: "Uncle, don't cry, turn off the light and you won't be able to see."

"." You kid, crying is not even fun.

The uncle wiped away his tears, and when he was about to teach a few words, he felt a sharp pain in his stomach. Accompanied by the series of loud farts, the feeling that was about to come out made him tighten his ass: "I'm a motherfucker."

In a confined space, the speed of gas propagation is extremely fast. Duan Dian pops out of the room like a cork of red wine. Uncle’s speed is a bit slower. To the toilet by the door, unbuckle your belt.
Duan Dian covered his nose and eyes, and hid in a corner farthest from the uncle by himself. The steamed buns he ate just now were about to be vomited out with stomach acid.

"That pickle of yours, I told you it was bad, but you still don't believe it. You deserve it."

"Are you okay?"

"I really suffered." Duan Dian wished he could bury his face in the snow.

After a moment, the uncle sighed comfortably, and then said with confusion: "You brat, help me get some paper from the house."

"Fuck!" Computer Duan spun very fast, vomited a few mouthfuls of air in the corner, and said in a vicious tone: "Take it once, five hundred."

"Hey, you profiteer!" The uncle cursed, but he never thought that he would grab a handful of snow the next second.
After eating and drinking enough, uh, although Duan Dian vomited out all the food he ate, it was considered a short rest, and the two began to go down the mountain together.

The uncle wanted to get 5000 yuan, so Duan Dian began to figure out how not to give the 5000 yuan.

"Uncle, I regret it. Please give me the 1000 yuan for the wedding photos."

"Hey, why are you like this, brat? Do you know that a gentleman's words are hard to chase?"