He Chang carried Si Xia to the door of his house, put him down, and handed her the camera in his hand.

The two walked into a courtyard planted with plane trees and silence.

Today happened to be the weekend, Song Meijuan had no class, sitting on a rattan chair under the grape trellis in the yard to enjoy the shade, reading a book, she saw He Changzai coming in with a fashionably dressed woman, she couldn't help but put down the book, walked forward, and asked him.

"He Changzai, this is your girlfriend, weird and beautiful!"

He Changzai smiled indifferently, "Ordinary friends, who took small videos, when I went up the mountain with me, I was bitten by the mountain peak, and my pants were torn, so I don't ask you to borrow a pair of pants!"

Si Xia looked embarrassed, stretched out his hand to cover his torn pants, so that the opening was not so wide, and said: "Thanks to Chang is helping me take drugs this time, if it weren't for him, I'm afraid I'm ......"

"He Chang is quite honest here, his character is okay, let's go, I have a lot of clothes, I can't finish them, I'll take you in and pick one you like!"

Song Meijuan looked at Si Xia's thigh, with a smile on her face, and pulled her into the house.

He Chang shouted at Song Meijuan's back: "Song Meijuan, what do you mean, what is called character is okay, I don't discount in terms of character!"

Song Meijuan's voice came from inside the house, "I don't dare to praise you, I'm afraid you're proud!"

He Changzai smiled, paced to the recliner, the old god lay down as if he was at ease, picked up Song Meijuan's book, glanced at the cover, and muttered: "In the ordinary world, the books that cultural people read are different!"

After a while, Song Meijuan walked out with Si Xia, who was wearing a light blue printed skirt, she walked in front of He Changzai, snatched the book, and snorted coldly.

"You're not a person with a basket of big characters, and you still read books, can you understand it!"

He Chang said with a smile: "If you don't understand it, you have to watch it, if you understand it, then it's not interesting!"

Si Xia looked at a tree of crystal clear, purple-red grapes, walked briskly, stepped forward, picked one, put it in his mouth, bit it gently, and couldn't help but speak: "It's so sweet, the grapes in this yard are delicious!"

Song Meijuan had a good impression of Si Xia, who had a lively and cheerful personality, and said: "Look at this small farmhouse courtyard, old, clean, how good, or you can stay tonight, just accompany me!"

Si Xia likes this place with green water, and he used to want to stay here for a night to experience the night in the countryside, but there is no place.

Now that the opportunity has come, it is natural to want to make this wish come true.

glanced at He Changzai who was lying on the rattan chair, and wanted to ask for his opinion, but he was embarrassed to speak.

Song Meijuan brushed a strand of bangs that drooped down her cheeks, and said, "You don't have to worry about him, why don't you pay back 100,000 yuan, I'll make the decision for him directly, let's stay today!"

Si Xia felt that it was still not good, so he walked up to He Changzai and asked, "Can I sleep here with you for one night, just like Sister Meijuan, I will give you the rent!"

He Changzai said directly: "No, you can live if you want, this old house is not worth a few dollars!"

"Thank you then!"

When Si Xia heard that He Chang was agreeing to this, a smile appeared on his face.

"Si Xia, let's go, go back to the house, I want to see the little video you took, and discuss bags, cosmetics, food and other things with you!"

Song Meijuan paced to Si Xia's side, stretched out her hand and pulled her back to the house.

He Changzai saw that the two of them were gone, played with the flute in his hand, blew it, and wanted to summon the two snow-feathered chickens he bought to come over and take a look!

All of a sudden, the quiet, distant flute echoed.

Song Meijuan heard the sound of the flute outside the house and couldn't help but walk out.

In the melody of the flute, immersed in the scene, I fell into the artistic conception of landscape painting, sitting alone in the secluded fence, muttering, "What a quiet Xiao sound!"

"Meijuan, this is a flute, not Xiao!"

Si Xia bit his lip lightly and reminded.

At this moment, the pair of snow-feathered chickens in Nanshan heard the sound of the flute, flew into the courtyard, and danced with the sound of the flute.

Si Xia looked at the Xueling chicken and couldn't help but speak: "Just now, He Chang was playing the flute and let these two chickens save me!"

"Is this a chicken, it's even more beautiful than a crane!"

Song Meijuan looked at the snow-feathered chicken in the yard, with a surprised expression on her face, and sighed.

"No, I have to shoot a small video, if people see a dancing chicken, they will probably drop their jaws, this is a hit material!"

Si Xia ran to the house, took the camera, and began to shoot a video of He Chang playing the flute and the snow feather chicken dancing!

Song Meijuan walked to He Chang's side and said curiously: "You can use Xiao Sheng to control these two chickens to dance, can you teach me a!"

He Changzai said with a serious face: "Old sister, this is a flute, don't you see this short, besides, this piece is very profound, even if I give it to you, I'm afraid you won't be able to learn it!"

"Oh, it turned out to be a flute, I always thought you were doing a, but I wanted to give it a try!"

Song Meijuan smiled lightly, snatched the flute in He Chang's hand, and blew it.

When the two snow-feathered chickens heard that the flute was wrong, they flapped their wings and ran around the yard with Song Meijuan.

It's even more fierce than the big white goose that cares for the house, and drags it down with the skirt she wears.

Song Meijuan ran around the yard with her pants in one hand, frightened and frightened, and shouted loudly: "He Chang is here, you quickly call your hooligan chicken back for me!"

He Chang walked to Song Meijuan's side, grabbed the two snow-feathered chickens one in each hand.

"What a scare lady Ben!"

Song Meijuan patted her chest and breathed a sigh of relief.

He Changzai took the flutes from Song Meijuan's hands, played the music and let them fly back to Nanshan, spread his hands, and said to her: "I'll just say it, curiosity kills the cat, you don't listen!"

"Cut, gloating, ignore you, I'm going to take Si Xia back to the house to play!"

Song Meijuan glared at He Changzai, pulled Si Xia to turn around and walk towards the house.

"Wait!"

Si Xia ran to He Chang's side, and said with a look of surprise: "He Changzai, there is a fan in our city, I saw this video just now, I saw that your big white chicken is raising well, I want to have a cockfight with you, 100,000 yuan bet, what do you think!"

He Changzai smiled indifferently, "You are a big fan, you like to do these cockfighting and dog things, let him come over, 100,000 yuan, don't make money for nothing!"

"Okay, I'll call you back!"

While sending a message to his fans, Si Xia and Song Meijuan walked into the house.

"If you like cockfighting, nine times out of ten it is a second generation, a gentleman, I really don't know what this fortune boy looks like, I have some expectations!"

He Chang turned the jade flute in his hand, muttered, with a smile on his face, walked to the recliner again, and lay down.