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Chapter 270 My Oba, who is afraid of heights, has not yet recovered

In the living room, Cui Zhenli bent down and stood beside the coffee table, holding up her mobile phone and taking two rows of photos on the coffee table.

After taking three or four photos, she changed positions. Wang Chunmei stood aside. Whenever Cui Zhenli finished taking two rows, she would follow her steps to change the photos. The two of them cooperated tacitly like workers on the assembly line.

"Mom, is it necessary?"

Seeing this scene, Han Zidong smiled and couldn't help but ask.

"You think I don't understand, you think she doesn't understand the truth, but people like you, so they think it's interesting to do such stupid things.

I have really been doing so many years and have not made any progress at all. If I hadn’t been able to speak Korean and I wouldn’t have been able to speak Chinese, I wouldn’t have been too lazy to pay attention to you.”

When Wang Chunmei saw her son's slutty look, she became angry: "You should stop fighting the truth. I will also sign up for a Korean training class tomorrow to study hard so that you can't translate randomly."

When you learn it, it will be the year of the monkey and horse.

Han Zidong complained in his heart, walked up, took Wang Chunmei's arm, and his face was filled with a flattering smile.

"Okay, I'll help you find some lessons online. I'll go to the city to buy you a smartphone tomorrow. Now some software is easy to operate and you can use it after learning a little. In the future, even if I'm abroad, you can

Send me a message and ask me for a question.”

Wang Chunmei withdrew her gaze and looked at Cui Zhenli: "Tell me about Zhenli, she can take this album away, just leave a few pictures for me."

Han Zidong walked between the two and waved his hand: "No need to be so troublesome. When I go to the city, I will take a few copies and we will get one for each of us."

Wang Chunmei nodded: "This is almost the same. Let me tell you that you should be more proactive with other girls and stop being stupid like in the past. If you are stupid like in the past, it will sooner or later hurt the girl's self-esteem, and it will not be too late for you to regret it."

After taking photos on the table, Cui Zhenli looked up and asked curiously: "Oba, what are you talking about?"

Han Zidong put away the photos and said, "My mother told me to copy a few albums. This album will be given to you as a gift. I hope you don't dislike it."

Hearing his words, Choi Zhenli's eyes lit up: "Really?"

"Will I lie to you?"

Han Zidong asked back.

Cui Zhenli pouted and shook her head. Then she walked around Han Zidong, jumped to Wang Chunmei, hugged her and put her head on the other party's shoulder.

"If nothing."

Before Han Zidong could even wait for Wang Chunmei to speak, he translated almost at the same time: "Thank you~"

Upon hearing this, Wang Chunmei raised her hand and gently patted Cui Zhenli on the back.

"What are you thanking? They are all family," she said, and looked at Han Zidong: "But the truth is so tall, and she is really worthy of you.

If you have children in the future, you will be nowhere short, and if the truth is so handsome, your mother will give birth to you well, and your children in the future will definitely be very beautiful."

Sure enough, my mother had a urge to get married and urge to speak in her genes, but he was so tired of listening, Han Zidong hurriedly called to stop his mother.

"Mom, you're too far."

"Yes, yes," Wang Chunmei did not refute him, nodded repeatedly, but said according to her own thoughts: "The truth is still a big star after all. I read the news that people say secretly married and have children, and then I can only feel wronged.

You are, it really doesn't work. I'll take care of your children."

Han Zidong was convinced and there was really nothing to say.

After waiting for a while, but not hearing him help with the translation, Cui Zhenli turned around in a daze and glanced at him.

After a moment of silence, he walked forward and pulled the two of them to sit on the sofa.

"My mother said that we don't know what to eat for truth. She grew up so tall. She could catch up with me even if she was taller. She looked handsome. When she learned Korean in the future, she would talk to you carefully.

Yes, let me aside, you two chat alone.”

"Inside," Cui Zhenli poked her head out and looked at Wang Chunmei, clenched her fists and waved her gently: "Auntie, I will also study Chinese hard."

Although I basically couldn't understand Cui Zhenli's words, Wang Chunmei also waved her hand happily when she saw the sweet smile and her little hands waving.

"Okay, okay."

While she was talking, she raised her hand and patted Han Zidong: "Translation, what did the truth just say?"

"Mom, no, is it me your son or the truth is your daughter. Can you be kind to me?"

"Okay, okay, be nice to you," Wang Chunmei responded perfunctorily, and then urged: "Translation and translation as soon as possible."

Han Zidong casually said: "Truth says she will also study Chinese hard, and she looks forward to chatting with you in Chinese in the future."

After saying that, he immediately stretched out his hands and blocked Cui Zhenli and his mother's mouths.

He looked around and said to Wang Chunmei first: "I'll go clean the stove. Do you still have coal at home?"

Wang Chunmei pulled Han Zidong away: "You are not at home, so why are I burning heating at home alone? But I also bought a bag of coal, just thinking about you if you come back..."

After getting the answer, Han Zidong raised his hand again and blocked his mother's mouth: "Okay, I'll wait and get some corn cobs and firewood, light the stove and get the heating up, otherwise I'll have to wake up at night."

The heating conditions in rural areas are uneven, and their family’s conditions are pretty good. In addition to two heaters and a vertical air conditioner in the living room, the main heating method is to burn heating.

The cost of heating is much lower than the electricity bill. The only troublesome thing is that you have to keep adding coal to clean up the coal slag on the stove.

He turned to look at Cui Zhenli: "True, you have to burn the stove at night, and there will be heating later. You can stay in the empty room next to me at night, and let my mother clean up for you later."

"Inside."

Cui Zhenli responded.

He acted as soon as he said he could. After a while, Han Zidong took a bucket to the second floor.

Open the door leading to the ear room on the second floor. As he remembered, the ground of the ear room was filled with corn cobs.

I found a wooden shovel. Just as he was shoveling half a bucket of corn cobs with the wooden shovel, there was a sound of footsteps from afar.

Looking up, it turned out that Cui Zhenli came up... and his mother was following behind!

"Oba, auntie asked me to give you gloves."

Cui Zhenli, wearing a pair of white gloves, raised the white thread gloves in her hand.

Han Zidong put away the wooden shovel and stretched out his hand: "Give it to me."

Choi Zhenli shook her head and walked forward: "I'll help you wear it."

Han Zidong originally wanted to refuse, but looked at his mother who was standing aside, squeezed out a smile and smiled at the two of them, and stretched out his hand calmly: "I don't know what to do~"

Wearing wire gloves, he clanged a bucket of corn on the cob, carried the bucket out of the ear room, and saw Cui Zhenli standing by the roof of the bungalow, holding the bag and looking up at the starry sky.

"Ah the truth?"

"Ne, Oppa."

Cui Zhenli turned around and saw Han Zidong bent slightly, stretching his hands, moving forward step by step slowly, as if he was facing a great enemy.

"Oba, Moya? What are you doing?"

"Stand in place and don't move."

Han Zidong is not afraid of heights at the moment, but he is afraid of the edge of the flat roof.

When he approached Choi Zhenli, he stretched out his hands and hugged the other person's waist, and hugged Choi Zhenli with his body tense straight and took a few steps back. He felt safe around him, so he dared to slowly open his eyes and breathe.

, and at the same time, the person in his arms was released.

Cui Zhenli turned around and looked at Han Zidong with his hands on his knees and bent and gasping for breath. She leaned forward and bent down to look at Han Zidong, her tone full of concern.

"Oba, what's wrong with you?"

Han Zidong waved his hand: "It's okay, it's a shadow of childhood.

When I was a child, I was naughty. My mother was afraid that something would happen to me, so she kept not letting me get close to the edge of the roof. Every time I got closer, she would shout. Over time, I couldn't stand on the edge of the roof. When I got closer, I felt panic.

. ""

"No wonder you have never allowed me to approach the side. It's the same in the viewing pavilion of Yingyue Peak. As soon as I stepped on the fence, you'll let me come down." Cui Zhenli teased and said, "Ai Yigu, I thought Oppa, you

God is not afraid of you or not.”

"It's okay if there are fences, but there are no high grounds, especially the edge of the flat-roofed house. I was dizzy when I stood beside me."

Han Zidong slowly stood up.

At this time, Cui Zhenli pulled him to the roof. He stood there, shook his head violently, and looked resistant: "Don't, I'm afraid... it's not right, I have a psychological barrier."

"Oba, I heard people say they are afraid of heights..." Speaking of this, Cui Zhenli smiled and pursed her lips, continuing: "No, it's because she is afraid that the people standing on the edge are lacking a certain sense of security in her heart. Now I have me

Pull you, don't be afraid."

"The truth, I actually think some psychological barriers are not overcome, and it doesn't seem to be a big problem."

"Oba," Cui Zhenli called Han Zidong seriously: "You are not telling me to deal with problems directly, rather than avoiding them. You should be a role model yourself."

Han Zidong was silent, and it was most powerless to be refuted by others using what he had said.

Choi Zhenli continued: "Oba, we can go slower."

"truth?"

"Oba?"

Han Zidong felt that his majestic image was collapsing when he came home this time, and said in a negotiating tone: "Then let's slow down."

"Inside."

Choi Zhenli smiled and nodded: "I will be slower."

Cui Zhenli was half a step ahead, holding Han Zidong with his left hand, and the two of them slowly walked towards the edge of the roof, which was obviously only two meters away.

However, Han Zidong still looked like he was facing a great enemy, and for a moment he was a little bit of the same hands and feet.

Seeing his appearance, Choi Zhenli became much more serious. Her left hand crossed his waist, her right hand tightened her right hand, and at the same time she kept comforting: "Kenchana, you still have me."

The two of them walked forward step by step, and finally stood at the edge of the roof. His eyes were staring at the window on the second floor opposite, and he didn't dare to look down at all.

"Oba, look down slowly, I'm holding you next to you."

Choi Zhenli's words of comfort sounded in his ears.

But how could he not be afraid? He has also corrected some of the shadows of fear of heights for so many years with his rich experience, but this core shadow is really impossible to remove.

He exhaled heavily, turned his body to hug Cui Zhenli tightly.

After plucking up the courage, he dared to lower his head slowly, but just glanced at the ground, a strong and irresistible dizziness came. Subconsciously, he hugged Cui Zhenli and took a few steps back.

"No, I can't do it."

Seeing that Han Zidong was really scared, Cui Zhenli no longer forced herself: "Nei, then let's try it tomorrow."

Han Zidong tried to negotiate: "Truth, I'm just a heart-wrenching problem. Can't you let me keep it as a thought?"

"No," Choi Zhenli shook her head and looked like she was holding everything: "If you are disobedient, I will tell Min Soo-Ouni, Hora-Ouni, tell IU, tell Seqi, tell..."

"Stop it, truth, I find you're bad!"

"Hehe, it's what you said. I want me to be the real self. I don't care. No matter how bad I am, you have to bear this consequence."

What else could Han Zidong say, nodded helplessly: "Inside."

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Thanks to Xu Weiwei for the 3000 reward of 996, thanks to Honggg, for the 1300 reward of Cui Zhenli, thanks to book friends for the 100 reward of 20170620205206932, the monthly ticket of the omniscient and omnipotent druid, and the monthly ticket of the NPC Jun

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