Huang Guilong stuffed the last thing into a snakeskin bag, tied the two snakeskin bags tightly together, and tied them with coarse cloth strips. He tried them on his body one after the other. It was neat, and then he put the bag with satisfaction. Put it down, sit down and smoke.
It was already the Lunar New Year's Eve. The workers in the shed had followed Hu Xiangfu back to his hometown in Gaoyou to prepare for the New Year. He had to stay alone to finish some of the last work. This was Hu Xiangfu's punishment. In order to keep his job, he admitted the punishment. . Early this morning, he went to the street to buy new clothes for his married sister, some sweets for his two younger sisters, and a few boxes of not too expensive ginseng for his parents. It was a tonic. According to Li, he bought Martina a floral headband, and today he will take her back to Gaoyou to meet her parents.
Since the night when he was taken into the police station, Huang Guilong has determined that Martina is a good woman who is really good to him. If Huang Guilong squatted into prison one day, she would definitely give him food. He doesn't think there is any difference between a foreign woman and a Chinese woman. As long as he is caring for his own man, such a wife can't be wrong. In fact, when Huang Guilong was in the relationship with Martina, apart from thinking about eating a good meal without spending money at the beginning, he really didn't have much utilitarian ideas. He never thought about climbing a foreign girl and going abroad to enjoy the prosperity and wealth. He is young and has the strength to work. He has worked for Hu Xiangfu for a few years. His crafts have improved greatly. With his strength and ability to eat, he will also be able to feed his wife and children on the beach in Shanghai in the future. Maybe he will be mixed up. After three or five years, he can become a contractor like Hu Xiangfu. Not only does he need to raise Martina comfortably, he will cook delicious food for her every day, and maybe even take her parents out to go shopping. Shanghai.
He carried a snakeskin bag to the underside of the International Student Building, and did not dare to go upstairs, afraid that the bag would be stolen, so he stood downstairs and called Martina. The woman at the service desk leaned out and glared at him: "How could this countryman have such a thick skin, he was taken by the police and came again."
Huang Guilong was happy because he was going back to his hometown today, so he ignored the woman. Martina flew downstairs. She was wearing a red ski shirt and carrying a travel backpack of the same red color. Her dress formed a strong contrast with Huang Guilong and two snakeskin bags. Huang Guilong took out the flower turban from her breast pocket, Martina spread it around her neck, and kissed Huang Guilong's face excitedly. The lady at the service desk met her and covered her face and screamed: "Oh, oh, so exasperated. I'm so p*ss*d."
Along the way, Huang Guilong and Martina attracted the attention of many passersby. Although Shanghainese would no longer take a second look at the foreigners walking on the road, they still have a match between a beautiful foreign girl and a rural migrant worker. Very curious. They bought a ticket to Gaoyou at the coach station. Martina suggested that her ticket should be paid by her. Huang Guilong insisted that he could not do it. He is a man and a man who brought his unmarried wife back to his hometown. What about paying for it?
It was still early to leave the car, and the two ate Xiaolongbao at the snack bar outside the station. Martina liked this snack bar very much. She felt that this was the life of a real Chinese. She skillfully beats two plates of vinegar with a small dish, and eats Xiaolongbao with the vinegar. Several Shanghai women at the neighboring table pointed and discussed what they were talking about. Huang Guilong saw the surprise and envy from their faces. Thinking of the discrimination of Shanghai women against country folks in the past, he boldly reached out and hugged Ma. Tina's shoulders felt a trace of revengeful pride in her heart.