The World: Tu Ziqiang's Counterattack

dong dong dong...

Tu Ziqiang knocked on the door of the old cotton shoes with a noodle bag on his back. The noodle bag contained twenty catties of corn noodles.

Squeak, bang!

It was the old cotton shoes that opened the door. Just as he saw Tu Ziqiang's face, the old guy closed the door heavily.

"Grandpa, who is it?" Yin Xiu asked crisply in the room.

"Wild dogs scratching the door!" Old Cotton Shoes replied in a muffled, muffled voice.

"You're lying! Wild dogs can't make such a sound..." Yin Xiu was very clever.

Da da da footsteps sounded, and the little girl ran over and opened the door.

"Yeah, good friend, come in quickly..." The little girl's eyes turned into crescents with a smile, "Grandpa, you are blind, how can there be such a big wild dog?"

Tu Ziqiang entered the house with a grain bag on his back, and the old cotton shoes turned his head away angrily and didn't look at him.

"Sit down and drink some water. Don't tell me, your sketches are really good...don't worry about leaving later, let's chat!" Yin Xiu took the grain bag naturally, cheerfully like a lark bird.

"Are you arrested again?" Tu Ziqiang noticed that the old cotton shoe's face was swollen, "everyone says you're not this material!"

Old Cotton Shoes stubbornly turned his head, ignoring Tu Ziqiang.

"The last time it was the legs, the last time it was the eyes, this time it was the face..." Tu Ziqiang looked at the hands of the old cotton shoes, "What about the hands next time? You didn't come back to destroy them Bar?"

The old cotton shoes trembled undetectably.

"What happened to you, what about Xiu'er?" Tu Ziqiang struck while the iron was hot, "She has lost her mother, so she can't lose her grandpa, right?"

"Why?" The old cotton shoes turned to look at Tu Ziqiang, "Why do we rely on you?"

"I am a worker with a salary of 17 yuan, and I have 57 and a half catties of food in my food book every month, so I think Xiuer is pleasing to the eye!" Tu Ziqiang said like a cannonball, and the old cotton shoe looked numb.

"More importantly, Teacher Yin, I respect you!" Tu Ziqiang looked at the old cotton shoes sincerely, "You shouldn't do this with your hands!"

"I didn't go to sell things. I haven't finished eating the ten catties last time." The old cotton shoes were silent for a while, and their round eyes sparkled. "This time, they insisted that I didn't clean the toilet..."

Gray head, listlessly bowed...

"Sweeping the toilet is nothing but smelly. Revolutionary work does not distinguish between high and low, only the division of labor! Light physical labor can also exercise the body?" Tu Ziqiang poked the old cotton shoe, "At least you were not asked to carry wood, did you?" ?”

"You! You!" The old cotton shoes widened their eyes.

"Okay, okay, if you can't change things, try your best to pass the barrier of your own thinking." Tu Ziqiang coaxed the old man patiently, "Let's eat and dress warm first, look at Xiuer's skinny!"

"Hey..." The old cotton shoe sighed and lowered his head.

"Give me back the carving knife!" The old cotton shoe who was silent for a while raised his head and stared at Tu Ziqiang, "Give me back and I will teach you how to draw..."

"What are you going to do? The money and the goods are settled, hello!" Tu Ziqiang talked about him.The old cotton shoes may be concerned about him, or they may be afraid of being implicated.But the carving knife cannot be returned now, and his plan still needs a camera.

"People's hearts are like iron, and officials' laws are like furnaces..." The old man didn't relax at all, "I'm doing it for your own good!"

Tu Ziqiang remained silent, and the old cotton shoes went from anticipation to disappointment, from disappointment to heartache.

"I still have something to do, and I can't pay you back now. But I promise you, I won't touch these until the end of the year!" Tu Ziqiang still rejected the old cotton shoes.

"At the end of the year? It's hard to go from extravagance to frugality, so what if I return it? There are plenty of them in the store..." The old cotton shoes shook his head disappointedly, "You go, don't come here again..."

Tu Ziqiang shook his head, sighed and got up to leave.

The old man won't believe anything at this time, let's talk about it later.

"Grandpa, you are like this!" Yin Xiu came out with an empty bag and found that Tu Ziqiang had been driven away, complained about the old cotton shoes, and chased after him with the bag.

"What are you doing? Come back! Don't chase after me!" the old cotton shoe shouted.

"My bag!" The little girl chased after the dazed old cotton shoes without even opening the door.

"Good fellow! Good fellow!" Yin Xiu chased Tu Ziqiang out of breath.

"Rabbits are running fast..." The little girl supported her waist panting, "Here, your bag."

"Ah..." Tu Ziqiang forced a smile, his brows drooping.

"My grandpa is like that, don't be angry." Yin Xiu looked at the man with a smile, her big eyes flickering.

"Hey, how can I be angry with him, the old cotton shoes are right, but I also have my own difficulties..." Tu Ziqiang has been talked to such a beauty in his two lifetimes, and he is a little out of choice.

"Old cotton shoes, hahahaha..." Yin Xiu covered her stomach and laughed, "You are quite talented, I will tell him in a while. Hahaha..."

"Hehehe, I didn't know his name back then..." Tu Ziqiang interrupted by scratching his head.

"Come whenever you want in the future, don't bother with the old cotton shoes, hahaha..." Yin Xiu couldn't help laughing when he mentioned the word "old cotton shoes", and Tu Ziqiang also smirked along.

"If he doesn't open the door for you, I'll open it for you. If he doesn't teach you painting, I'll teach you." The little girl was very serious, with a sly smile on her lips, "Do you really want to learn painting?"

"Think, think, definitely think, I promise to someone!" Tu Ziqiang grinned.

"Okay, then it's a deal!" Yin Xiu stretched out Bai Shengsheng's little hand, Tu Ziqiang was taken aback, and reached out to hold it.

"I'll go back and persuade the old cotton shoes..." The little girl turned her head and walked away without delay, shaking her little hands in the air...

"Then I'll come every day!" Tu Ziqiang shouted from behind, the little girl didn't look back but just waved her small fist.

What does it mean?encourage?Or does she beat me every day?

Tu Ziqiang stared at the beautiful figure in a daze.

"You, you..." After returning home, Yin Xiu looked at the old cotton shoes and couldn't help laughing, the old man's hair was hairy.

"What's wrong with me?" Yin Xiu held back a smile and looked at grandpa.

"He, you, you two..."

"Are you afraid that he has feelings for me?"

"Uh……"

"He is a worker of [-] workers, isn't it a good thing to think about it?"

"If... it's okay, I'm afraid..."

"I do not care!"

"How can you not care?!"

"Isn't it enough for everyone to stay together comfortably? Why think so much?"

"Hey, you child..."

"I don't hate him, he doesn't hate me, he still has food. We eat his food and he is happy, so are we. Everyone is happy."

"cannot……"

"Of course I'm not for food..."

"But what he did..."

"I have heard what you said, and I believe he is not lying..."

"I also believe that he is not a bad person." The girl added, "Besides, it's just a little bit of goodwill now, I just think this person is a bit cute..."

The room fell into silence, and the old cotton shoe looked at his granddaughter complicatedly, his eyes full of struggle.

Under the girl's baggy clothes was surging vitality, and the confidence in her eyes gushed out even more...

Looking at his grandfather's face which was sometimes sad, sometimes angry, sometimes hideous, and sometimes smiling, Yin Xiu smiled.

Old cotton shoes, hahaha...