MTL - I Became the Favorite of Big Bosses-Chapter 519 body memory

Chapter 519 Memory of the Body

 The ideal is beautiful, but the reality is very skinny.

  It may seem like you are doing a good job, but in reality, these efforts are like a tiny speck of dust in the air or a fish in the deep sea.

So small…

Wei Lan also hopes to be able to help and help the motherland overcome this major difficulty.

 But this is a country's problem, not a family or a village, nor can it be solved by just saying "I will try my best" or "I will do my best".

Once because of her words and a thought, Gu Chao worked hard for several years and achieved great results after hard work. It was not easy anymore.

 Gu Chao's past was very difficult, and Wei Lan didn't want him to have a hard life in the rest of his life.

 She wants to stay with him for the rest of her life and make him relaxed, comfortable and happy!

Of course, this does not mean that they will only care about enjoyment in the future.

　　　As much ability as a person has, he can accomplish great things.

 They are still obliged to do what they should do without causing trouble to themselves.

Withdrawing his side glance at the alley next to him, Wei Lan continued walking towards the small shop.

"She's the girl from the back alley, right? Hey, she looks really good... What do you want today? I'll get it for you." The owner of the small shop is an old man. He is quite old and has age spots on his face. He is smiling while waving a cattail leaf fan. Very kind.

"Well, hello, sir." Wei Lan pursed her lips and smiled, nodding lightly, "I want two bottles of Arctic Ocean, and two popsicles."

 “Okay.” The old man neatly took the things to Wei Lan, “A total of fifty-six cents.”

While Wei Lan was paying, the old man took down a transparent plastic bucket with a red lid from the shelf behind the old glass cabinet.

The old man took two pieces of watermelon bubble gum, one pink and one green, and handed it to Wei Lan, "Take it back and give it to the child."

Wei Zhi and Xiaochen are good-looking, and they don’t recognize their own children. They call each other “grandpa, grandma, grandma” and are very lovable. The old men and women in the surrounding area like to tease them when they meet them. Wei Lan smiled knowingly and did not refuse, "Thank you, sir!"

 In this era, most people have to bring their own baskets and bags to buy things. Plastic bags have not yet emerged and are rarely available.

In the rush to go out, Wei Lan forgot to take her bag, and she didn't have many things at all. She held Bei Bingyang in her arms and walked back with the old popsicle in her hands.

The sun is so fierce at noon that it makes people’s eyes dazzled and the top of their head is burning and painful, but as long as they walk through the main street and go around the alley, they will feel better.

 Because there are eaves there and there are tall locust trees on both sides.

Wei Lan lowered his head and hurried back with a small shadow under his feet.

Wearing fish-neck low-heeled strappy sandals, she stepped into the alley. Before she even touched the shade, she heard a "crash" sound, and something fell to the ground and rolled away with a "gurgling" sound. It happened to stop in front of her.

"Um?"

Wei Lan paused, holding something in his arms and bowing forward slightly. An iron milk powder bucket stopped in front of his toes.

 The tin bucket is not big, but it is very new and has not been disassembled.

Without thinking much, Wei Lan carefully squatted down to help pick it up. Before he could touch the iron barrel, a voice suddenly rang in his ears: "Wei Lan!"

There was a "buzzing" sound in Wei Lan's mind. Wei Lan's nerves tensed up and his spine felt chilly. Soon the hairs on his hands and arms stood up.

That voice is almost engraved in the memory of bones and blood, and Wei Lan is very familiar with it.

 For a moment, Wei Lan's face turned pale, her body couldn't stop shaking, and her body's memory was awakened. Depression and fear dominated Wei Lan, causing her to lose her ability to think independently.

By the time she reacted, Wei Lan had already turned around and ran onto the main street, and one of her wrists was tightly grasped from behind.

 (End of this chapter)