Can We Be More Honest

Lu Teng has been a little troubled recently. There is no other reason, but it is the problem of urging marriage that older young people always have to face.

She finally disagreed and went home. Ms. Li hurried from the dining table to the bedroom, from the bedroom to the garage, and said this over and over again.

"Son, when will you bring me a daughter-in-law?"

Lu Teng picked out a Grand Cherokee, and the headlights flashed twice. He opened the car door and responded casually, "Come on."

Ms. Li's eyes lit up: "Is there a target?"

Lu Teng glanced at her, lowered his head to fasten his seat belt, and said vaguely, "Well, I'm here."

"Why don't you bring it back together? How old is the little girl? What kind of work?"

Lu Teng held the steering wheel and raised his lips: "Little girl is thirty-eight this year, the female president of a startup company, do you feel it? Are you proud of your son?"

Ms. Li: "…"

A face turned red and green, green and white, and after a while, as if afraid that he would be unhappy, he hesitated:

"Son... I don't think I'm feudal, but you have to say hello when you bring your girlfriend back. I'm afraid your dad won't be able to stand it..."

Lu Teng couldn't help laughing, hummed, waved his hand and went out.

Ms. Li watched the car turn a corner out of the warehouse, her face twisted: "At least my son is not gay, I'm content."

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Lu Teng drove to Antique Street. His cousin cried heart-to-heart on the phone: "Brother! My brother! Come on quickly! Your brother is going to die!"

Lu Teng was waiting for the red light, he tapped the steering wheel with his index finger, and said slowly, "Don't be afraid, I'll just collect your body when you're cold."

Lu Chuanshan groaned: "Brother! Have you forgotten who gave you a cover for skipping classes and pushing towers as a meat shield in those years! My brother is in pain! My brother is counting on you!"

It was noon, the intersection was bustling, and the car could not get in at all.

Lu Teng found a curb and stopped, slammed the car door, and walked towards the Lu Chuanshan store with long legs.

The sound of howling ghosts and wolves in the ears mixed with the hustle and bustle of the street was still harsh.

He clicked his tongue: "It's recorded, I'll send it to your little girlfriend tomorrow, are you happy?"

The other end of the phone whimpered, then closed it up instantly, as quiet as a chicken.

Lu Teng was very satisfied, he put away his mobile phone and squeezed through the crowd.

Lu Chuanshan just graduated from college last year, and he wants to start a business every day, begging his parents to open a store on this street, and usually wear a dark jacket to sell some gadgets.

For this, my aunt and uncle poured out hardships with him a lot.

A few days ago, Lu Chuanshan met a bankrupt collector, and excitedly said that he received a batch of good goods at a low price, and there is a treasure known as unearthed in the late Tang Dynasty, which is called a jerk.

As a result, he was suddenly knocked on the door yesterday, saying that he was cheating with fake goods, and he almost smashed the store with him.

Lu Teng couldn't help crying because of him, and promised to come and take a look today.

As soon as he entered, a phantom rushed up and hugged him with a wow: "Dad! You will be my father from now on!"

Lu Teng: "…"

This dog is afraid that it is time to be a man.

Lu Teng pulled the man down, glanced at his simple and elegant storefront, and tore off the nondescript Western-style sunglasses on his face: "Where's the stuff?"

Lu Chuanshan dog-leggedly took out a long box from under the counter, opened it, and there were five or six kinds of porcelain, celadon and white porcelain, there were many kinds.

Lu Teng looked at each one carefully, without using professional equipment, he already knew it.

Lu Chuan, with Shanchu on the side, stared at him miserably with his milk dog's eyes.

Lu Teng tapped his fingers on the tabletop, pointed to the celadon wide-mouth bowl "unearthed in the late Tang Dynasty", and asked, "How much did it cost?"

Lu Chuanshan tremblingly stretched out three fingers: "It was said that it was produced by an official kiln, and I asked for 280,000."

Lu Teng stared at his three fingers silently.

Lu Chuanshan: "How is it? Is it true?"

"What do you think? Did your aunt put her brain in her stomach when she gave birth to you? You can spend 280,000 yuan for a thousand yuan begging for a small broken bowl. Why don't you put a piece of paper on your forehead? ?"

Lu Chuanshan was about to cry: "Then how do I know, doesn't he call himself a Jiangnan porcelain guy! How do I know he sells fakes!"

Lu Teng covered his forehead and didn't want to speak.

"It's over, it's over, my wife has already explained it here, Qiuqiu is going to run away with someone."

Seeing him squatting on the ground with a lifeless expression, Lu Teng's brotherly love that had been dead for many years was touched.

He pondered for a moment, and tapped the edge of the box: "In this way, I bought six porcelains for 20,000 yuan."

Lu Chuanshan's eyes widened: "Twenty thousand! Dad, feel your conscience and ask yourself, can you bear it?"

"If I had the heart, you wouldn't even have Grandpa Zhang Mao." After a pause, he comforted him, "Next month, my aunt will have snacks on her birthday, and my wife will not be without you. As for this broken shop, close early to save trouble."

Lu Chuan fir.

In the end, after moaning for a long time, Lu Chuanshan succumbed to poverty and reluctantly pulled out the QR code in the store: "How can I have such a stingy father as you!"

"I don't want to have a heartless son like you."

"…"

When receiving the transfer notice, Lu Chuanshan suddenly felt agitated and straightened her waist: "Are you lying to me! It's all played like this on TV. You lied to me about the worthless treasure, and bought it at a low price. Reselling!"

He said more and more vigorously, and took "Late Tang Treasures" away: "Ah, I didn't expect you to be such a father! I won't sell it!"

Lu Teng laughed angrily at him, and took out a white jade porcelain vase from it: "Okay, let's see who else besides you is willing to spend tens of thousands of dollars to buy your junk."

Lu Chuanshan glanced at the one in his hand and muttered, "It's pretty, and everyone likes it."

In the end, he was reluctant to take out the box and pack it for him.

Lu Teng snorted and turned to look at the other things in his store.

Never thought that there was a girl standing behind him. She was not tall. As soon as he turned around, he rubbed his elbow directly against her shoulder and slammed her out half a meter away.

Lu Teng reached out and grabbed the man subconsciously.

The woman wore a short windbreaker, her lower body pencil pants stretched her legs straight, and a pair of stiletto shoes pulled her legs straight.

When he raised his head, Lu Teng squinted his eyes unconsciously.

Isn't this woman the one who was splashed with coffee in the book bar yesterday?

Yesterday, Lu Teng invited a client to talk there, and just after a few words, there was a commotion in the booth behind him.

Hearing the news, it sounded like the woman was about to break up, but the man couldn't accept it, so he poured coffee in a fit of anger.

Lu Teng had seen a lot of this kind of thing, and it was the first time he had met such a calm woman. In the photos scattered around his feet, the man's face is handsome, but his eyes almost dig into the chest of the woman next to him.

The blind date is entangled with his ex-girlfriend, which is very bad to say, but apart from the moral aspect, there is really no position to accuse, after all, that relationship has not yet reached.

The woman calmly drew a clear line with the other party, and the cold voice was like a pearl falling on a jade plate, very refreshing and straightforward.

Lu Teng couldn't hold back in the end, turned around and glanced, only to see a back figure in time, with a slender and tall figure, straight shoulders, and a good temperament.

When he pushed the door out, most of his face was exposed.

Lu Teng raised his eyebrows. The first thought was that this man was afraid of being blind. Second thought, this kind of woman needs a blind date?

Unexpectedly, after a glimpse of Jinghong, the two met again so quickly.

But this time, she changed from a calm and courageous woman to a clumsy and clumsy performer.

He raised his lips and smiled harmlessly: "Since the lady likes it, I will transfer the original price to you."

The woman's brows did not move, but her eyes brightened: "How much?"

Lu Teng smiled more tenderly: "Twenty thousand two."

Lu Chuanshan, who was watching all the way: "...Fuck!"

The woman added WeChat friends without saying a word, and paid for the transfer.

Lu Teng took the opportunity to glance at her circle of friends, and it was not very diligent in posting. The ones with the highest appearance rate were some children who practiced martial arts in dance clothes.

Lu Teng had a guess about her profession.

Turning forward again, the fingers can't help but stop.

The woman wears exercise clothes and presses her legs on the horizontal bar, with exquisite curves. A little girl sat on the floor in front of him, looking up at her.

I don't know if it was a candid shot, but the woman lowered her head slightly and smiled softly.

Lu Teng pursed his lower lip, and actually felt that the woman's eyes were bright.