Back to 80s: Hot wife goes crazy

Tang Xueli walked to the street and found that Chi Daben was really following her. He was separated from her by a short distance, about ten meters.

"How is Feng Lanni? Does acupuncture work?"

Tang Xueli walked over and took the initiative to talk to Chi Daben.

"She said her head felt very comfortable during the acupuncture, and it seemed to still be that way at night after she got home. She only had acupuncture once, so there should be no effect."

Chi Daben asked curiously: "Are you here to see Reporter Yan?"

"I'll find the way first." Tang Xueli said with a relaxed expression and a hint of sarcasm, "You are very busy every day!"

She has to sharpen kitchen knives to make money, take care of Feng Lanni, and find time to follow her.

Chi Daben smiled bitterly and explained in a low voice: "Don't think I'm annoying. I can't help it. I have to listen to my big brother and take good care of you."

"Well... take care of it." Tang Xueli smiled meaningfully, so that she could take care of her.

"Lani was very sad yesterday." Chi Daben said suddenly.

"What's wrong?" Tang Xueli pretended not to know anything.

"That's right, that reporter, even though he knew Lani was doing acupuncture in the room, he didn't go in to say hello or show concern." Chi Daben said, "Lani was happy when she heard reporter Yan's voice at first. For a long time, I couldn't hear what you were saying, and finally I was asked to go out and take a look, and then I realized that you were all gone."

"Oh..." Tang Xueli turned to look at Chi Daben: "Lani likes to talk to reporters, right?"

Chi Daben nodded sadly.

Tang Xueli smiled and said, "Then you have to work harder."

Chi Daben became excited when he heard this, "Do you think there is still hope for me?"

There is no hope, at least Tang Xueli thinks so.

But the current situation is not clear, and it is not yet clear what kind of person Feng Lanni is, so she only said vaguely: "Hope is something people strive for."

It was a useless nonsense, but Chi Daben understood a different kind of truth.

People always interpret what they need, want, or information that is beneficial to themselves from various very common signals.

Chi Daben followed Tang Xueli to school.

"Do you have classes today?"

"Yes." Tang Xueli said, "There are also after-class discussions and class meetings."

Chi Daben: "Oh..."

"It's so hard to be Feng Biao's younger brother." After Tang Xueli finished speaking, she said hello to the man in the mail room, then walked into the campus and disappeared after a while.

The uncle stared at Chi Daben warily.

Chi Daben walked to the side of the tree and waited for more than ten minutes. When he got bored, he ran to the east back door and wandered around. He was thinking about Feng Lanni and couldn't hold on any longer. He was thinking about Tang Xueli being in school all day. It was useless for him to stay outside, so he withdrew.

Tang Xueli actually had no classes today. She went back to the dormitory and read for an hour. After tidying up, she exited the campus from the south wall.

There was a man in his late thirties popping popcorn at the intersection near the park.

He has a white towel around his neck and his name is unknown, nicknamed Hare.

"Crack a pot of corn and add saccharin tablets." Tang Xueli squatted next to him and handed over the money. Seeing that there were no other customers for the time being, she said directly: "Lao Yan injured his leg. He asked me to come over and see you. "

The man didn't even raise his head, borrowed money in a leisurely manner, and went about his work, "Who is Lao Yan?"

Tang Xueli looked at him: "Reporter Yan."

"I don't know what reporter you are." The man muttered, "You've found the wrong person."

This man is quite wary, which is a good thing.

Tang Xueli was not in a hurry and chatted with him for a few words.

The man said a few words without saying a word.

His left hand pulled the lever of the bellows rhythmically, while his right hand kept turning the popcorn machine and adding coal to the stove from time to time.

The pointer of the pressure gauge slowly rose. After reaching a certain value, the man stood up and shouted loudly: "It's going to ring! It's going to ring!" Then he kicked it with his foot. Opening the valve of the stove, there was a loud bang, and the rice cakes rushed into the basket one after another.

Tang Xueli picked up a small handful. The popcorn was still warm. She blew on it and stuffed a few into her mouth after it cooled down.

It's very sweet and fragrant, the taste of traditional popcorn in my memory.

"Why are you called Hare?" Tang Xueli had no intention of leaving.

"Journalist Yan didn't tell you?" Hatu sat back on the bench again, took out a cigarette and started smoking.

Tang Xueli smiled, "Do you admit that you have met Reporter Yan?"

Hare turned his head and glanced at her. This was the first time the two of them looked at each other.

"I asked you three questions about journalists. If you answered them correctly, I will believe that he called you here."

She even passed the exam.

Tang Xueli had a smile in her eyes, "Okay, you ask."

"What does he like to eat?"

This is too simple, Tang Xueli said: "Baozi."

Hare thought for a moment and then asked: "Which unit does his father work in?"

The smile in the corner of Tang Xueli's eyes faded and she said softly: "His father passed away. He was severely burned while saving someone, and it took half a year to cure him."

The hare was silent for longer this time, with a touch of sadness on his face.

"Who does reporter Yan like?"

Tang Xueli didn't know how to answer this last question.

She paused and said, "This is the reporter's privacy. I'm not sure."

"The person he likes is you." Hare said firmly.

Tang Xueli: "..."

"He told me about you," said the hare.

Tang Xueli suddenly became curious, "Why did you mention it?"

Hare didn't answer this time, but changed the subject and started talking about the small gambling den.

"The chess and card room I was eyeing was reported to be closed early in the morning."

Tang Xueli frowned and asked, "Who reported it?"

Hatu went to ask specifically, "A high school student must have had a quarrel with his parents. He went to the police station in anger and asked the police to arrest his parents."

"..." Tang Xueli didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"Fortunately, I ran fast, otherwise I almost got caught." Hare said, "I may not have any new news recently. If I am taken away from a nest, there won't be any new ones nearby for ten days and a half. Card room. They play together in their own homes. I can't control this, and it has little to do with what reporter Yan is investigating. But I will go there from time to time to check and listen to the news. Please tell reporter Yan for me, if there is anything new When the news comes, I will send him another message."

Tang Xueli nodded to express understanding.

Before leaving, she asked Hatu: "Do you have a good relationship with Reporter Yan?"

Yan Jingshu has even told this person who he likes, so the relationship must be extraordinary.

"Very good." Hare lowered his head and arranged the things at hand casually.

Seeing that he didn't want to say more, Tang Xueli said goodbye and left without asking any more questions.

She walked out two or three steps, only to hear Hatu add another sentence: "Journalist Yan's father saved my brother."

Tang Xueli stopped and turned to look at him.

"My brother died of illness two years ago." Hatu smiled sadly, "My brother had a bad heart and was ill for many years. He was in great pain and lived a boring life. Reporter Yan's father died trying to save a tuberculosis man. It’s so unworthy.”

Tang Xueli shook her head, "Whether it's worth it or not is not up to you to decide."