Chapter 1024 You Can't Count on It, and You Can't Protect Yourself

Even when Lu Junhan told them not to regret it, he didn't take it seriously, thinking it was nothing, it was just a game of throwing sandbags, there was nothing to regret, it was a waste of money at most, but people in their position lacked everything, Only there is no shortage of money.

They don't care about this little money.

But now, they regretted it, and their intestines were green.

especially--

"Dad, what are you doing?"

Seeing Qu Sinian secretly put the music box into her bag, Qu Qianqian hurried over, carefully took the music box out of the bag, then spread Qu Sinian's big hands, and held the music box firmly After putting it in his hands, he was relieved, and the little milk voice complained,

"This thing is very precious. Sister Lili won it for me. It can't be put in my schoolbag. What if it is crushed by other things?"

Qu Sinian: "..."

Qu Sinian looked at the music box in the palm of his hand, and then at Qu Qianqian who was full of distress, her smile was uglier than crying:

"No, baby, don't you think it's a bit weird to hold it like this?"

Qu Sinian noticed just now that the music box is in the shape of a crystal pagoda, just holding it in his hand, just like the King Tota on TV.

And he held it like this, as if he was going to collect a demon, it was really ridiculous.

Moreover, this is a tourist city, and there are many tourists coming and going from all over the world, and there are even many foreigners. He just holds a pagoda music box, like a crazy person, and this music box is still on. music……

With another broken bowl, he could go directly to the street to perform and beg.

Qu Sinian felt that he had never been so ashamed in his life.

"It's not strange. Where is it strange?"

But Qu Qianqian didn't understand her father's pain at all, she just felt that her father's hands were bigger, and it was safer to hold the music box that her elder sister Lili had won for her.

Otherwise she would take it by herself.

Qu Sinian still wanted to talk, but Qu Qianqian turned around and ran away: "Hey, Dad, you are so annoying, just take something, you can take it anyway, I won't tell you, I'm going to talk to Li now Sister Pear is playing."

Qu Sinian: "..."

Qu Sinian turned his head in pain, and just as he was about to ask for help, he saw Lu Junhan not far away was also in trouble.

"Dad, you have to hold it."

Little Luli said.

Lu Junhan carried the bear, which was over 1.5 meters tall, expressionless, as if a vicious and cold criminal was holding a poor hostage.

The criminal said, "I'm hugging."

But the little girl is not so easy to deceive, "You are lying, you are not hugging."

Just when Qu Qianqian had finished dealing with her father, Xiao Luli hugged her face to face, then turned her head and said seriously:

"Sister Qianqian and I are hugging like this."

Lu Junhan: "..."

Xiao Luli said in a milky voice, "Dad, you have to hug it, otherwise it will be very pitiful."

Lu Junhan threw the bear back directly: "Hold it by yourself."

Xiao Luli is holding an extremely huge bear in her small hands. The huge bear head and long bear body completely cover her whole body. Her little milk voice is muffled behind the bear doll, a little anxious:

"Dad! What should I do, Dad, I can't see you anymore!!!"

Lu Junhan: "..."

Qu Sinian: "..."

In the end, each of them took a step back, and with a sullen face, Lu Jun hugged the long bear in his arms.

The expression was a little more serious, I didn't know, I thought he was going to blow up the bunker with the bear.

In short, no matter how you look at it, it's funny and weird.

Qu Sinian: "..."

Forget it, Lao Lu is hopeless, and he himself is in danger.

So, Qu Sinian turned to Zhang Dazhuang to find a way.

Lao Zhang's situation should be better than theirs. After all, his son is holding a Superman doll, which is not as big as Lili's bear doll, nor is it as weird as his baby's music box, which cannot be seen.

But when Qu Sinian found Zhang Dazhuang, he realized that he was too optimistic.

It was not only him and Lu Junhan who regretted it, but also Zhang Dazhuang.

Now Zhang Dazhuang wished to go back to the time when he hadn't thrown sandbags just now, and kill himself who tried his best to let a few little guys throw sandbags at that time.

Zhang Yiming's Superman doll is really not big, and it's not as weird as Qu Qianqian's music box. Even because the Superman doll is very soft, Zhang Yiming didn't insist on asking Zhang Dazhuang to hold the doll in his hand.

But such a good prize has an extremely fatal weakness——

Touch it and it will sing.

Moreover, this song is not an ordinary song.

When Qu Sinian passed, before he saw Zhang Dazhuang's person, he heard a high-pitched horn of "collect garbage, collect junk, cockroach poison, rat poison, collect old air conditioners, old refrigerators, old washing machines...".

And Zhang Dazhuang was frantically looking for the Superman doll, trying to find the button to make it stop singing.

But alas, no.

Instead, after one song was played, another one came: "Selling milk, fresh milk, milk just milked today..."

Qu Sinian: "..."

Then, Qu Sinian witnessed Zhang Dazhuang wanting to throw away the Superman doll, but Zhang Yiming refused, and the two even almost fought.

In the end, Zhang Yiming still won.

Zhang Dazhuang, on the other hand, seemed to have aged a dozen years in an instant, with an extremely vicissitudes of life. From the bag behind him, there were a few voices from time to time: "Collect garbage, collect junk, collect cockroach poison, rat poison, collect old air conditioners, old refrigerators, washing machine……"

It looked more like the uncle pushing a small cart to collect garbage downstairs.

Qu Sinian: "..."

Fortunately, the owner of the stall was closed, otherwise Lao Zhang would rush over and beat up the wicked owner who had entered some ghost dolls.

Hey, Lao Zhang must be hopeless, he is even more difficult to protect himself than Lao Lu.

Qu Sinian simply turned to look for Jian Yi.

Having said that, Jian Yi's situation is much, much better than the three of them.

What Jian Xiyan wants is this complete dictionary of idioms.

It's not as big as Lili's bear doll, and it's not as weird as his baby's music box. Even the idiom dictionary is a very good pretense tool, even if you hold it in your hand, you can't find any mistakes.

It will only add a bit of scholarly atmosphere to people.

Old Jian originally looked like a white and clean scholar, and Jian's family was a scholarly family, although Old Jian's temperament was a little cold, but at least he could look bookish.

This idiom dictionary is perfect for him to hold.

Moreover, the most important point is that the idiom dictionary will not utter any shouts of "collect garbage, collect milk, collect rags, sell cockroach poison, rat poison" that can attract strange sights from many passers-by.

It can be said that among the four prizes won, Jian Xiyan's idiom dictionary is the most practical and convenient to hold.