Yang Dongxu drank a little rice wine at night, and he couldn't always think of some messy pictures in his head, and the plump body of the goddess in the film was always dangling in his mind, which made him very crazy.

Therefore, drink some rice wine to make yourself dizzy and fall asleep, Yang Dongxu didn't like to drink much before he was reborn, at most he drank some beer in the summer, and at the end of the year, he went to relatives to deal with a few glasses, so the amount of alcohol was very shallow.

Besides, he was only an eight-year-old child at this time, so after a few glasses of rice wine, he quickly fell asleep on a bamboo bed smoked with wormwood and no mosquitoes.

In the haze, there seemed to be a person lying next to him, so he subconsciously hugged him, and seemed to grab a ball of things in his hand that made him very comfortable, adjusted his posture and continued to sleep sweetly.

After taking a shower, the hair was still coiled at the back of the head and not loosened, I was afraid that my hair would be pressed and messy tomorrow and I would have to wash my hair, anyway, the height of the plate did not affect Zhou Ya, who was sleeping, and it didn't take long for Yang Dongxu to come over.

When she was even more embarrassed, Yang Dongxu's little hand grabbed her chest directly, and her face became hot in an instant, and at the same time, there was a feeling of heat all over her body.

Slowly turning her head and then glancing at Yang Dongxu in the bright moonlight, she saw that he was sleeping very sweetly, and there was even a trace of saliva hanging on the corner of his mouth, so Zhou Ya breathed a sigh of relief and quietly moved her body.

Yang Dongxu in his sleep just subconsciously came over, so he felt hot after a long time, after all, although it was already autumn at the end of September, the autumn tiger was still powerful. So when Zhou Ya left, Yang Dongxu chirped a few times, and he didn't know what delicious he dreamed of, and he didn't come over again.

It's not the first time that two people sleep on the same bed, and in the past, when there was a large courtyard, there were no people sleeping in the house in the summer, so when they were in the courtyard at night, the two people lay on a mat.

In winter, sometimes Zhou Yiren will not come to work overtime, and there are ropes under the small bed, and there are holes everywhere, and she will sleep with Yang Dongxu in a quilt.

A seven or eight-year-old little child, a sixteen-year-old girl who is stunted like bean sprouts, are all children in Zhou Yiren's opinion, and he doesn't care if the two sleep together.

For example, there is only one big bamboo bed in the courtyard now, when Old Man Xuan didn't move to the big courtyard to live in the past, like Zhou Yiren, one person and one mat are spread on the cool stone slab that has been evaporated by sprinkling water in advance, and Yang Dongxu and Zhou Ya are lying on the bamboo plank bed.

This habit has been formed so no one cares, even if Zhou Ya is no longer the bean sprouts of a year ago, the abundant food and safe environment, and the busy work give her hope for the future, and now she has developed well.

Or that Old Man Xuan found out, but he didn't even care about the child daughter-in-law who discussed it with Yang Dongxu, and Zhou Yiren was still in the habit of forgetting, and he was too busy every day to care.

After all, the child was not around, and suddenly he felt a lot taller when he saw it, Zhou Ya swayed in front of him every day, even if he grew a lot, his figure could develop and gradually have the prototype of a big girl, and he didn't feel anything abrupt.

Pulling the somewhat crumpled clothes on his body, Zhou Ya, who had a pair of thin shorts on his lower body and a relaxed short sleeve on his upper body, turned to face Yang Dongxu, and his eyes kept looking at his little face.

Looking at her, she couldn't help but stretch out her fingers, gently stroked Yang Dongxu's eyebrows, touched his eyelashes, and then showed a smile on her face: "The eyelashes are quite long." ”

Yang Dongxu's appearance is actually good, not to mention that he looks better than Pan's body, but he has a chubby face and a sense of joy, plus in the heart of an adult in his forties, he is very confident and calm, which makes his temperament look different from other children, plus he has good facial features, so the more he looks at it, the more he looks at it, the more durable it becomes.

"Growing up must be a bad embryo. As if thinking of the feeling of Yang Dongxu's little hand grabbing her chest just now, Zhou Ya stretched out her hand and pinched Yang Dongxu's chubby little face, showing a doting look on her face.

Although Yang Dongxu usually acts like a little adult, he is only an eight-year-old child after all. And Zhou Ya has changed from an extremely insecure country boy who is full of vigilance to the outside world to a small proprietor who is now in charge of the entire Yang Family Banquet and does everything in an orderly manner.

All of this is related to Yang Dongxu's contact, it was this little kid who gave her confidence and hope to survive in her most panicked and helpless years. So I don't know since when, even though she and Zhou Yiren have resumed their normal father-daughter relationship, she is still closer to Yang Dongxu.

Pinched Yang Dongxu's little face, Zhou Ya seemed to be relieved, and rubbed it in the pinched place, although she didn't use it hard just now, she was still afraid that it would hurt Yang Dongxu, so she leaned over and kissed Yang Dongxu's forehead, Zhou Ya watched Yang Dongxu slowly fall asleep.

She didn't feel embarrassed to be grabbed by Yang Dongxu's chest just now, nor was she angry, or there was anything wrong with continuing to sleep with Yang Dongxu, everything seemed so natural and without the slightest filth.

When he woke up the next morning, Yang Dongxu stretched his waist and glanced at Zhou Ya on the side, although he saw the pair of white and slender thighs, and the white flowers that seemed to be wearing no underwear in the chest that had developed, Yang Dongxu did not have the restlessness that he saw Jin Qiaoqiao yesterday.

Everything seems to be so natural, jump out of bed and wash up first, run to the door and open the door, the old man will soon arrive, first do some stretching exercises, and then divide a breath into several beats It seems to be chaotic but extraordinarily rhythmic to play snake fists.

Old Man Xuan went to the kitchen to boil water, and then slipped into the courtyard with the bath bucket in one hand, poured boiling water into it and began to soak herbs.

More than an hour has passed since the snake shape was beaten, and now Yang Dongxu's big joints are just sore, numb, and no longer painful, and the whole body is comfortable in the medicine barrel, instead of suffering again.

When Yang Dongxu soaked the medicine, Zhou Yiren got up and began to wash, and said hello to the old man Xuan who was watching Yang Dongxu maintain the rhythm of vomiting next to the medicine barrel.

Not long after the brewing was over, Yang Dongxu put on his clothes not long after he came out, Zhou Ya also woke up, and called out to Grandpa Xuan sweetly, so that the corners of Old Man Xuan's eyes added a few wrinkles to wash first, and then put his hair down and went back to the house to change his clothes.

At this time, the old man Xuan had already brought the steamed buns that had been steamed in the pot when the water was boiling just now to the stone table, the fragrant millet porridge was paired with crunchy radish pickles, and he was nibbling on a few juicy big meat buns, and he was very happy to eat a delicious breakfast.

Zhou Yiren went to work, Zhou Ya cleaned up the mess, and the old man Xuan sat where he didn't move, a pot of tea had been brewed on the stone table next to him, and he was holding a book in his hand that he didn't know what he found in Zhou Yiren's room.

Zhou Ya packed up the dishes and chopsticks, if Wu Aibing didn't come, she would send Yang Dongxu to school, after all, the direction of Zhou Yiren's work is in the southeast, and the place where Yang Dongxu goes to school is in the northwest and not by the way.

Riding a bicycle to send Yang Dongxu to school, Zhou Ya, who came back, would first clean the small yard inside and out, and then go to Yang Jiayan to help, this is a hard-working girl.

And when she cleaned the yard and was ready to lock it to go to the Yang family banquet, the old man Xuan also drank a pot of tea, and if the book in his hand was interesting, he took it to the Yang family banquet to continue reading, and he was not interested in throwing it into Zhou Yiren's house, and he would change it to another book tomorrow.

At this time, Zhou Ya will clean up the teapot on the stone table, and the two of them will go to the Yang family banquet together, she will do all the preparations before lunch, and Old Man Yi will play chess with Old Man Xuan if he is free.

If he didn't have time, Old Man Xuan would wander around, and if someone came to look for him, he would leave and continue to help Yang Dongxu collect things. The beginning of the day looks uneventful, but everyone has a smile on their faces, and perhaps this blandness is also called happiness.

Yang Dongxu, who finished eating on Saturday morning, did not go to Yang's banquet to have a look, but took a public car and Old Man Xuan to the big courtyard.

At this time, the courtyard was already inhabitable, and Old Man Xuan lived here. In fact, the entrance to the basement is very private, and there is no need for people to watch it here. It's just that Old Man Xuan said that it was easy to panic if the house was not inhabited, so he moved over from the small courtyard.

"Are you sure you weren't fooled?" Yang Dongxu looked at the club in his hand, and then looked at the stone ball on the table, and next to him there was a copy of "The First Volume of the Pill Sutra" written in traditional Chinese with a confused face.

"Lao Tzu has never looked at things, the cue and the stone ball are not easy to say, the patterns and marks on it are a little wrong, but this painting is definitely genuine. Old man Xuan snorted coldly, obviously very unhappy with Yang Dongxu questioning his professional ability.

But this thing is too speechless, isn't it? Because what Yang Dongxu is holding in his hand is not something else, but a golf club, yes, a golf club, he has never played this thing, but he has seen it on TV.

And that painting is called "Ming Xuanzong Xingle Tu", which means that golf is not an elegant sport that he inherited from abroad in his impression at all, but as early as the Ming Dynasty, our ancestors began to play, which is too ruinous.

"But this thing, this thing ......" Yang Dongxu didn't know what to say for a while.

The ancestors had already started playing golf, not only playing but also game guides such as the first volume of the "Pill Sutra Volume I", and Yang Dongxu became stuttering for a while.

"Pound the pill, take a small stick to beat the stone ball, don't talk nonsense if you don't understand, and question Lao Tzu's eyesight. Old man Xuan glanced at Yang Dongxu with his chin and goatee, looking at the turtle with an expert look, but then he became a little puzzled: "You have seen this thing, otherwise how would you know that it is fake?"

was confused by Yang Dongxu's questioning just now, and Old Man Xuan only realized why Yang Dongxu said that this thing was fake. It stands to reason that Yang Dongxu, who doesn't know anything about antique appreciation, shouldn't know what this thing is.

"I haven't seen it much, I haven't seen it much, even if I'm a little surprised that my ancestor is so good at playing. What kind of material is this club?" Yang Dongxu confused and diverted the topic.

He can't say he's seen golf or seen it on TV. It's not a sport that has taken the world by storm yet, and it's considered a high-pressure sport.

"The wood is simple and is based on southern bamboo, and then reinforced with cow tendon and cow glue. The material is not a precious wood, after all, this thing has to be picked up and waved, although the hardness of the wood is enough, it is too heavy and inconvenient. Old man Xuan glanced at Yang Dongxu and didn't notice anything wrong, so he didn't ask.

"Oh. I heard that it was not precious wood, and Yang Dongxu was a little disappointed.

However, if this "Ming Xuanzong Xingle Map" is true, it is also an antique, and it is also a calligraphy and painting antique that is not easy to preserve, and it is also very valuable, so he was happy again.

Then Old Man Xuan took out some antiques to introduce to Yang Dongxu.