What if I'm really rich

Falling in love with you, what should I do if I'm really rich?

"Let's go!"

Walking out of the phone room quickly, Su Ze sighed in his heart, and quickly walked to Mei Jigeng's side.

"Ah."

Mei Jigeng nodded lightly, glanced at Su Ze's wrist, quickly retracted his gaze and raised his foot.

"Eh…"

Seeing Mei Jigeng running forward suddenly, Su Ze stopped at the words on his lips, and quickly chased after him.

Started a new day of work, A Qiang, the fish stall, modified the tricycle slightly.

Su Ze is still repeating the same life every day, and Xiao Baoying's phone is still unreachable.

Mei Jigeng was getting faster day by day, and Su Ze followed closely behind him day after day.

Su Ze originally thought that he could earn enough money to pay Xiao Baoying back until one morning.

...

"Doo...Doo...Doo..."

With a harmonica in his hand, Su Ze sat in the small courtyard basking in the sun, practicing the tunes Xiaobai taught him.

He was holding a ten-hole harmonica in C, playing his favorite song "Five Hundred Miles".

Wen Changyu pressed his whole body on the reclining chair, closed his eyes to face the warm sun above his head, followed the soothing tune in his ears, and waved his fat fingers in the air.

Before he knew it, it had been a month since he came to the martial arts school, but he still hadn't thought of anything.

Blowing 500 miles away from home, Su Ze felt a little homesick, but he couldn't tell what he was thinking about.

"Doo...Doo...Doo..."

"Aze, Aze!"

The sound of the harmonica stopped abruptly, and Su Ze put down his hand... looked up at Ah Fa who was walking quickly into the small courtyard.

At this time, Wen Changyu on the reclining chair also opened his eyes, looked at Su Ze who was no longer blowing, and then looked forward.

Seeing that Ah Fa was in a hurry, Su Ze stood up from the steps and raised his feet to meet him.

"What's the matter, Brother Ah Fa?"

After hearing the question, Ah Fa had already rushed over, looking at Su Ze and quickly delivered the things in his hand.

"This seems to be your letter."

Listening to his dialect, Su Ze didn't seem to be ignorant at the beginning, and raised his hand to take the envelope he handed over.

A little puzzled... and suddenly a little happy, Su Ze quickly lowered his head to look at the ordinary letter in his hand.

I saw two postage stamps on the white envelope, and at the same time, it said postal express in the upper right corner.

Below are the marks everywhere, and every word indicates that it has gone through all kinds of difficulties.

Mail: Su Ze, Tan's Martial Art Museum, No. 73, Huaiyifang, 28 Road, Liwan District, Yangcheng City, Guangdong Province.

The blue font has some double shadows, and at the bottom of this big sentence is a string of zip codes.

followed by a smaller string of words:

Office Guo Xiaochun, No. 7 Jiaziyuan, Dongsi Wutiao South Street, DC District, Yanjing City.

When seeing Yanjing City, Su Ze rolled his Adam's apple inadvertently, only to see the sender...

After thinking about it for a while, Su Ze quickly found the smiling Xiaochun girl with braided braids.

Wen Changyu walked over slowly, turned his head to glance at the envelope, and asked in disbelief:

"Aze, your letter?"

Su Ze said that he couldn't think of anything. Someone sent a letter here. Doesn't that mean he has a family.

It's not that Wen Changyu didn't want Su Ze to have a family, but he suddenly felt a little reluctant.

"Yes!"

Touching the envelope, Su Ze felt something hard inside... nodded quickly, feeling a little excited.

Quickly glanced at Wen Changyu who was peeping, Su Ze thanked Ah Fa and went straight back to the room.

"This…"

Seeing the suddenly closed door, Wen Changyu glanced at Ah Fa, but saw that the other party only scratched his head.

Everyone has a secret, Wen Changyu quickly lay down on the recliner again and picked up the harmonica.

Seeing this, Ah Fa withdrew his hand and laughed twice, glanced at Su Ze's room, and left the courtyard.

inside the house...

Su Ze sat on the stool with some joy, gently opened the envelope, and took out the contents.

Comrade Su Ze:

If you don't see the letter, I hope that spring, summer, autumn and winter will be safe.

A farewell yesterday, like three autumns, I arrived in Beijing at [-]:[-] am on the day of my farewell, don't read it.

I am very happy to meet, get acquainted, and follow each other with you, and I hope you can find yourself smoothly and safely.

I was going to call you to report my safety, but then I thought about it...so I chose a letter from him, hoping to get a letter that would make me feel comfortable.

On the second day of returning to Beijing, because of trivial matters at home, I have to go abroad for three months, so I can't leave Beijing soon.

I'm afraid...you will miss me, so I will report it by letter.

...

Putting down the letter paper, Su Ze quickly... took out the developed photo from the envelope and put it in his hand.

This photo is mostly red, and the background is the scene at the Tianhe Sports Center.

Against the backdrop of the jubilation of thousands of people, Su Ze and the two stood together, and the distance between them was close and far away.

Looking at this photo, Su Ze couldn't help picking up the letter paper again, looking at every line of beautiful words on it.

She said...something happened at home, so I need to go abroad for three months, that's not a trivial matter...

Thinking of this, Su Ze was a little worried, and suddenly wanted to call her to ask, and then he reacted.

Don't say that I don't have a mobile phone, even if I have... I guess she wouldn't be able to hear it when she is abroad.

It looks like the letter was written the next day, almost a month ago.

The letter said that when she left Yanjing, she would ask Xiaochun to send the letter as soon as possible after she finished editing the photos.

There was an interval of one month, and I don't know if the mail was too slow, or Miss Xiaochun had something wrong.

But fortunately, it's good that she's fine. The handwriting is also hers. Maybe it's because she really has trivial matters to go abroad.

"Ace, are you alright?"

Hearing Wen Changyu's voice outside the door, Su Ze realized that it was already 10 o'clock.

"coming!!"

Putting the letter paper and photos back into the envelope, Su Ze yelled out the door while putting them away.

"choked... squeaked..."

"Brother."

Opening the door, Su Ze saw that Wen Changyu was still at the door, so he couldn't help but shouted with a smile.

But compared to before, Wen Changyu is obviously not very interested now, gesturing with his fat hand while walking and talking.

Seeing this, Su Ze was a little puzzled, but he still followed him, grinning and saying:

"Brother, what happened to you?"

Hearing Su Ze's obviously happy look, Wen Changyu squeezed his chubby faces together, pouting and saying:

"It's okay, but I want to know what's wrong with you? Was that a letter from home just now?"

"Book from home..."

Su Ze murmured something, then quickly shook his head at Wen Changyu, and said with a light smile:

"A letter from a friend."

Hearing a friend, Wen Changyu knew who it was almost immediately, curled his lips and did not speak again.

He didn't go to the last martial arts fighting conference...so he didn't know any senior sister Xiao.

Although Su Ze didn't mention Senior Sister Xiao very much, every time she mentioned her, his expression was a little different.

Wen Changyu was a little suspicious, but at this moment, Su Ze suddenly put his arms around his broad shoulders.

Thinking of last night, I couldn't help showing a warm smile on my face, looking at Wen Changyu happily and saying:

"Brother, thank you for the little cake you made yesterday. I like it very much...it's also very delicious."

Last night, Su Ze entered the room and found a cake on the table with a note beside it.

It probably means that he has been in the martial arts hall for a whole month, and Wen Changyu made a cake to celebrate.

The cake was not very big, the kind that didn't fit in two bites, but Su Ze was still very moved.

It's just his gratitude, which can never be exchanged for Wen Changyu's serious side, so he said triumphantly:

"It's delicious! It doesn't matter who made it..."