Chapter 48 Old Man Lou is a bit cold because his cotton-padded jacket is leaking
Watching Gao Zhendong riding away on his bike, Lou Xiaoe turned around, opened the door and went home.

Father Lou was half lying on the sofa, his eyes slightly closed, listening to an opera on the phonograph.

Hearing the door open and seeing his daughter come in, Father Lou seemed to want to say something but stopped talking after thinking for a while.

Lou Xiao'e's eyes turned and she sat next to her father: "Dad, I remember we have an unused typewriter at home, right?"

Father Lou opened his eyes: "Well, yes, it's in the warehouse. Do you want it? Take it."

Although he didn't know what his daughter was going to do with this thing, it wasn't a big deal anyway, so Father Lou didn't care.

Lou Xiao'e thought about it, mustered up the courage to speak again: "Then I want to give the TV in my room away, is that okay?"

Now Father Lou really couldn't hold it back anymore, this girl was squandering money very quickly.

Sitting up straight, Father Lou finally asked what he had been wanting to ask for a while: "Let's talk about it first. Who are you sending it to? I can't send something away from my house without knowing who it is, right? Besides, it looks like I might be giving away more than just the TV."

Lou Xiao'e was shy: "Dad, what are you talking about?"

Father Lou had already asked, so he couldn't ask in vain. If he didn't ask, there would be no answer. If he asked, there would still be no answer. Then wouldn't he have asked in vain? "Do you think I'm blind? Tell me, what's going on?"

Lou Xiao'e learned cooking from the family's cook. Lou's father knew about it, and the cook told him secretly the next day.

However, judging from the time Lou Xiao'e went out, it can be estimated that the person she met every week had a proper job and was not idle, and this person might be quite busy at work, so Lou Xiao'e did not go to see this person except on Sundays.

This inference made Father Lou feel a little relieved, which is why he did not interfere too much.

Now that Lou Xiao'e has brought up the topic herself, Lou's father still wants to know more about the situation.

Lou Xiao'e thought about it and felt that there was nothing wrong with telling him, so she told his father about Gao Zhendong's situation.

At first, Lou's father was very pleased. The newly assigned college student had a good appearance, was a technician in the steel mill, and had strong working ability.
But the more he listened, the more worried he looked.

After Lou Xiao'e finished speaking, Lou's father asked what he was most worried about: "With his conditions and our family background, he didn't hide from you?"

Lou Xiao'e smiled and said confidently, "Dad, I know what you are thinking, but he knows everything about our family situation, and he has said that he doesn't mind, and he has his own plans. Although I don't know what his plans are, I don't think he would lie."

Father Lou thought about it, but still felt uneasy: "How about this, invite him to our house for a simple meal next week."

Lou Xiao'e was a little embarrassed: "Isn't it a little too early?"

Father Lou nodded at her, "It's getting late. You've already started sending out big items, so I'd better come and take a look. I won't talk about what the outcome will be for now, but it's always good for the family to take a look first. As for the TV, it's up to you to decide. It's for your room anyway, not mine."

Compared to Lou Xiao'e, Lou's father doesn't care about television.

Lou Xiao'e nodded happily: "Okay, I'll tell him tomorrow when I send him something. He's very busy, so let him know early so he can arrange his time."

Seeing Lou Xiao'e like this, Lou's father couldn't help but shook his head. This cotton jacket was leaking air and it didn't look like it could be kept.

On Monday afternoon, when Gao Zhendong returned home after a day's work, he saw Lou Xiao'e, who was packed tightly, and several porters, carrying two boxes, one large and one small, standing at his door. It was obvious that they were delivering a typewriter, but Gao Zhendong understood the reason, but he didn't know why the typewriter was so big.

It was not a good place to talk outside the door, so Gao Zhendong quickly opened the door and called Lou Xiaoe in.

Lou Xiao'e was very clear about the functional layout of Gao Zhendong's room. She asked the porters to put the things in the south room which was usually kept tightly covered. Gao Zhendong paid the workers their wages and sent them out.

Turning around and closing the door, Gao Zhendong hugged Lou Xiaoe and asked, "Why did you send the typewriter over so quickly? It's so cold, I can pick it up on Sunday."

Lou Xiao'e leaned on Gao Zhendong and said, "I thought that the sooner you get it, the sooner you can start working. Although I don't understand, from what you said, your work is very important. The sooner you can get it, the better."

After that, he gave Gao Zhendong another big one: "I also sent the TV over."

This time, Gao Zhendong understood the reason and why the typewriter was so big.

Before Gao Zhendong could say anything, Lou Xiaoe jumped up, tapped Gao Zhendong with her hand, and then made a "hush" gesture: "Don't talk, I've already brought it."

Well, now we are here.

Gao Zhendong knew that any refusal at this time would be too stubborn. Although his job was to roll steel, he was not made of steel. Obviously, he would not be stubborn at this time. He directly changed the question: "What do your family members see? This is too embarrassing."

Lou Xiao'e was a little surprised, and said as a matter of course: "My dad and the others can look after theirs. This is in my room, it's okay."

Gao Zhendong suddenly felt what he often said in his previous life: "Poverty limits my imagination." He smiled and said, "Okay, just pretend I didn't ask."

Lou Xiao'e was happy: "You go and see if it's suitable, I'll go cook."

Seeing Lou Xiao'e walking towards the return furnace with familiarity, Gao Zhendong smiled. He didn't act pretentiously and just told Lou Xiao'e that there were steamed buns in the cupboard and there was no need to prepare staple food. Lou Xiao'e responded crisply and Gao Zhendong went to the south room.

After unpacking the box and checking it, I found that the typewriter was in very good condition. Lou Xiao'e wiped off the dust very carefully. The whole machine was shiny and glossy. The mechanical movement of the keyboard part was very smooth, and the clicking sound was pleasant when typing, which felt a bit like the mechanical keyboard in my previous life.

Gao Zhendong did not check the TV too much. Since Lou Xiao'e was using it, there should be no problem. The only problem to be solved was the conversion of computer display signal to TV signal.

The two of them were enjoying the harmony here, while the Yan Bugui family across the street was mumbling to each other.

Just as Gao Zhendong sent the porter away, Yan Bugui turned his eyes away from the window and gossiped with the third aunt: "It seems that Gao Zhendong next door is about to get married. The girl comes every few days and now even sent her dowry."

The third aunt said to him angrily: "What nonsense are you talking about? Have you ever seen someone move the dowry to the husband's house first, then move it back before the wedding, and then move it back on the wedding day? It's just nonsense."

Yan Bugui thought about it and agreed, but he still let himself go: "What is this big box?"

The third aunt put the unpicked vegetables in front of Yan Bugui and said, "If you have the time, come and help me pick the vegetables!!"

After dinner, Gao Zhendong sent Lou Xiao'e home and saw that it was not yet eight o'clock, so he went home to get his typewriter, and while thinking about going to Lou Xiao'e's house on Sunday, he walked towards Yi Zhonghai's house in the Central Courtyard.

(End of this chapter)