Restart the Flying Age

Wu Tao nodded and began to circle around Qiu Xiaotian's painting booth...

An easel, two stools, some drawing paper.

This is all the belongings of Qiu Xiaotian. In addition, even the lights are from the sidelines of the night market.

It's really shabby. No, it's shabby.

But this is not the most important thing. The most important thing is Qiu Xiaotian's temperament. His painting booth shouldn't be here at all.

Next to him was a hawker selling pirated discs. Ding Tiantian's courageous pirated discs were sold so hot that the aunt who counted the money grinned. Vulgar!

Next to it was a small jewelry stall. The stall owner was a young man. He caught the plump aunt and exaggerated, just to get the other party to sell more earrings. Intense!

Next to it is a book stand, not to mention the pirated books spread all over the floor, and occasionally some small yellow books for sale. When the middle-aged stall owner saw young people turning over and looking, he would recommend them grandiosely. Quite vulgar!

However, it is in such a mundane world that Qiu Xiaotian, who has always advertised himself as an artist, sits in it and is painting a slightly fat girl.

This unscientific!

Qiu Xiaotian was so blinded by the two of them that he drove them away with a guilty conscience, "You two are fine and leave, don’t affect my creative inspiration!"

As a result, the fat girl couldn't sit still at all, got up and interrupted: "Hey, are you done drawing?"

Qiu Xiaotian immediately changed his face and said with a smile: "Almost effort on the clothes..."

The fat girl glanced at it, waved her big hand, and turned out two dollars: "Okay, give me the picture."

"Go!" Qiu Xiaotian reached out to pick it up subconsciously, but when he thought that Wu Tao and An Rong were watching, he was slightly delayed, and finally received two steel jumpers, then scrolled the picture and handed it to Wei The fat girl looked far away in her hands.

This is embarrassing.

At least Qiu Xiaotian's self-justified rhetoric is self-defeating.

But he didn't feel embarrassed anymore. He sat down and fumbled for the cigarette. The result was empty.

So An Rong Shishiran walked over and sat down on the pony and said, "Teacher Qiu, draw two for me."

Qiu Xiaotian threw away the empty cigarette case, touched the pencil, narrowed his eyes to a smoky arc, and was about to paint.

Unexpectedly, Wu Tao pulled An Rong up and said: "What kind of painting to draw, help Teacher Qiu close the stall, go to see the teacher..."

"Okay, okay!" An Rong suddenly cheered, picked up the little Mazha, and then went to collect Qiu Xiaotian's easel.

Qiu Xiaotian was still waiting to stop him, but he opened his mouth and felt powerless.

Finally, they were pulled into the car by the two.

Enter Pajero.

Qiu Xiaotian didn't mean to speak, just twisting between his fingers, accompanied by the slight movement of his lips.

This is a sign of smoking addiction.

In his previous life, Wu Tao often saw the performance of his father Wu Binghua, so he knew it.

However, Qiu Xiaotian used to pay more attention to a person, living a happy life, and such a vulgar thing as smoke was never seen in his eyes.

Now that he has learned to smoke, it seems that there are many stories here.

"Uncle Strong, where's your cigarette?"

Song Zhuang took out a package of one grade plum and just opened it. Wu Tao flicked it over and threw it to Qiu Xiaotian in the co-pilot.

Qiu Xiaotian took it, drew one out, touched the lighter on the bridge, and moved it skillfully.

The car was very quiet. An Rong, who had always hated the smell of smoke, didn't say anything, just clutched Wu Tao's arm very tightly.

Wu Tao knew that this was his nervous and caring response.

Song Zhuang asked without looking back; "Boss, where are you going?"

"Walk around first, wait until he speaks." Wu Tao is also simply.

Since you want to hear the story, you must have patience. And tonight, Wu Tao has some patience.

After smoking two cigarettes, Qiu Xiaotian finally calmed down, and said to Song Zhuang the name of the lot, and then returned the remaining cigarettes to him.

Song Zhuang waved his hand and said, "You take it, I have so many things."

"Uncle Zhuang, go on, he won't have a chance to smoke again in the future." Wu Tao said this, indicating that he is in charge of this matter today.

Qiu Xiaotian smiled, his eyes a little miserable.

A man who is not anxious to helplessness and undoubtedly resolves, he will not be used to paralyzing himself with the smell of tobacco.

Wu Tao began to be a little curious about what happened to him that made him like this.

The car went straight to the east of the city. At this time, there was no concept of a city-in-the-city village, because many places were self-built low-rise shanties and small buildings, and they wrapped the few tall buildings and mansions.

This is especially true in Beijiang Old Town.

The place where Pajero stopped was against a stinking river. On the other side of the river ditch is the towering chimney of Beijiang Glass Factory, under the clear starry night sky, like a wicked man with teeth and claws.

Obviously living here is not a pleasant thing.

With Qiu Xiaotian's family background, it was even more incredible that the newly married Yaner lived here.

Passing through the crisscrossed dark alleys and enduring the messy ground with cross-flow of sewage, the three people quickly came to the door of a small courtyard on the second floor.

Qiu Xiaotian patted the door, and soon there was a woman's hurried footsteps.

The door opened, revealing a pretty face of a woman in her early twenties, with happiness flowing in her smile, "Xiaotian, are you back?"

At this moment, seeing this face, Wu Tao dismissed some thoughts and felt relieved.

At least Qiu Xiaotian was thinking of ways to make money like this, instead of being forced by the lady at home. Otherwise, it would be really hard for an upright official to break the housework, and I can only come in vain tonight.

Qiu Xiaotian pointed to Wu Tao and said, "Manman, two...friends."

The woman named Manman hurriedly opened the door wide, revealing a swollen figure, "Quickly come in and sit down!"

"Sister Man, excuse me." Wu Tao said apologetically, and followed the two into the courtyard.

"It's not in the way, as long as you don't dislike it!" The woman named Manman is full of simple energy, even a little silly. It's just that her stupidity is different from Ding Tiantian's stupidity.

She is a rustic silly, and Ding Tiantian is a pampered silly.

"You come in and sit down, and I will pour you water."

Qiu Xiaotian stopped his woman, "I'm coming, you are inconvenient."

Standing in a small courtyard, it is not so much a small courtyard, but a patio is more suitable. The sky is seven or eight square meters. Looking up at the sky is like looking at the wellhead network.

An Rong was not looking at the sky, but touching the woman's belly and said, "Sister Man, how many months have it been?"

The woman rubbed her belly happily, "It's 8 months, and I will have a baby in a few weeks."

Wu Tao was stunned. Qiu Xiaotian had only been married for less than half a year. He couldn't help but laughed, "Is this teacher Qiu's child?"

If not, then the story tonight is a bit exciting.

After all, Qiu Xiaotian, a flower prodigal son ~www.wuxiaspot.com~, would also like to be a father. So Wu Tao asked this question with a smile, or more accurately, it was a joke.

"Of course it is!" The woman suddenly said very loudly, with a serious silly expression on her face.

Wu Tao suddenly regretted his joking remark, very regretful.

The woman didn't blame him, but said to herself: "It's all my fault. If it weren't for me, Xiaotian wouldn't have quarreled with the child's grandfather, so much so that it was such a difficult situation..."

"Now that the child is about to be born, what can I do if I can't see my grandparents..."

Qiu Xiaotian came over with the water and said decisively: "They will never even think of seeing each other, I can feed you both!"

The words of these two people are not on the same channel at all, but Wu Tao can at least be sure that Qiu Xiaotian's persistence is right.

For such a woman, even if she fell from an artist to the mortal world and became an ordinary husband, what about?

At least, it's worth it!