Uncle Wu is still wearing a white coat with a few more patches, and I don't know how many years it has been worn, but it is neatly folded and washed cleanly. Different.

The old man looked better than before, but he was still thin. He looked at the intersection from time to time, and then opened the drawer to take a look. Seeing that the small ticket was still there, he felt at ease again.

"Grandpa Wu!"

When Huo Jinzhi arrived, he took out a bulging bag from the car basket. Inside was Su Wanrou's Qingming Kueh, which was wrapped overnight last night. It was fresh, and there were more than a dozen eggs.

During this time, Huo Jinzhi got a lot of convenience from Uncle Wu, and he took a lot of posters, so the stills he took were clear and good-looking, and his business was much better than his peers. Huo Jinzhi, who was grateful, would bring some food every time he came. , sweet potato rice cake egg meat these.

Uncle Wu refused to live or die, so Huo Jinzhi worshipped him as his grandfather. People in the movie theater thought he was Uncle Wu's rural relative, so they simply turned fake relatives into real relatives.

"Why did you bring something here again, keeping you and your mother to eat together, I'm not short of food." Uncle Wu said angrily, feeling embarrassed.

He is too old to ask a child to help him, what a shame!

If the child in the family hadn't been crying because of hunger, he wouldn't have the cheek to accept it, but the child sent too many things, and he couldn't have the shame to accept it any more.

"I won't bring it next time."

Huo Jinzhi smiled, put the things in the guard room, and took out a warm rice ball from his arms. He bought it on the road just now. Now there are more and more vendors popping up, and there are some who sell breakfast on the road. , and without food stamps, Huo Jinzhi bought one for Uncle Wu to eat.

"I bought too much and couldn't finish it. Grandpa Wu, eat it while it's hot, it won't taste good when it's cold."

Huo Jinzhi stuffed the rice **** with Uncle Wu, changing his indifference in the past, and he would repay those who truly helped him.

Uncle Wu's eyes were a little sour. He knew that the child felt sorry for him and was afraid that he would take it back for the child to eat. In fact, he also planned to do so, but Huo Jinzhi kept staring at it. Uncle Wu had to eat it. The rice balls, sweet glutinous rice, served with dried plums and fried dough sticks, made Uncle Wu quicken his chewing. He was really hungry.

In the morning, I only drank a bowl of porridge, and I plan to have some porridge for lunch. I haven't eaten dry rice so well for a long time. It's delicious!

"This is a new poster, take it back for Xiaonan to play with."

Uncle Wu took out a few brand-new posters from the drawer, some from Xiangjiang and some made in China. Huo Jinzhi accepted them rudely, and did not say that he was selling stills. Uncle Wu should have noticed it. If it is broken, he naturally doesn't say it, just tacitly understand.

"Old Wu, your relatives are here to deliver something again!"

It was Director Hu of the cinema who was talking. He took good care of Uncle Wu, and he was a good person, but he liked to take a little advantage.

Huo Jinzhi took out the Qingming Kueh wrapped in leaves from the basket. He prepared the lunch, about seven or eight, still warm, and stuffed them all into Director Hu.

"I also said that my grandfather Wu will send it to you. It's the kueh made by my mother. You can try it."

Huo Jinzhi bent down slightly with a smile on his face, and handed the kueh to Director Hu with both hands. Although he is proud, he also knows the importance of making connections. If he has a good relationship with Director Hu, not only will he get For more information, Uncle Wu can also have a better life in the cinema.

"It's so embarrassing, you child is too polite."

The smile on Director Hu's face became more sincere. Although he said that he was embarrassed, his hands were tightly gripped. Kuehzi is a good thing. I can save a meal for lunch.

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