"Who are you?" Ma Xiong asked with a straight face, Zhao Jialun's dress was different from that of the villagers of Yudong Village.

Zhao Jialun glanced at Ma Xiong, his eyes fixed on Ding Yan who was dazed, and said with a heartfelt voice: "I am her boyfriend." ”

"Oh, it's just boyfriend friends? Ma Xiong sneered.

Zhao Jialun explained compactly: "Our understanding is to be a person who wants to get married, do you understand." ”

"It doesn't matter if you understand or not, the important thing is whether Ding Yan recognizes you as her boyfriend or recognizes me as her boyfriend. Zhao Jialun was confident.

The two men who were confident enough in themselves both looked at Ding Yan.

Ding Yan stood up and said softly: "What are you doing?"

The two men who were crouching on their knees also got up.

"Ma Xiong, are you okay?" Ding Yan stepped forward to help him wipe the place where his face was beaten.

Ma Xiong looked at her with an affectionate smile.

This act of concern stung Zhao Jialun. shouted jealously: "Ding Yan!" wanted to stop her intimacy with Ma Xiong.

Ding Yan didn't seem to listen to his words, and still looked like "there are only horses and bears in his eyes". Zhao Jialun gritted his teeth in anger, his fists clenched tightly, and he couldn't wait to pull them apart now.

After waiting for almost two minutes, Ma Xiong and Ding Yan came back to their senses to deal with the outsiders on the side.

"Who are you, why are you beating him!" Ding Yan stood proudly in front of Zhao Jialun like a heroine, and said indignantly as if he was a natural enemy.

Zhao Jialun was so angry that he could barely speak, frowned, raised his head into a herringbone, and asked: "Ding Yan, what's wrong with you, don't you even recognize me?" I'm Jialun!"

Ding Yan glanced indifferently: "I don't know you." ”

"I'm the Jialun you've been thinking about, haven't you forgotten? Zhao Jialun reminded her again.

Ding Yan looked at Ma Xiong blankly, and then at Zhao Jialun, with an innocent look, big black eyes, and eyes like an agate.

"Where are you from?" said Ma Xiong, breaking the silence.

"And Ding Yan are from the same place, we are lovers. Zhao Jialun said.

"But she never mentioned you to me. Whether you are her lover or not is hard to say. "Ma Xiong stood firm.

"Oh, how not. Zhao Jialun sneered, and then stepped forward and shrugged Ding Yan's shoulders, wanting to shake Ding Yan awake and let Ding Yan take a good look at him.

Ding Yan was like a wooden man, indifferent, she couldn't remember who the person in front of her was, and looked at Zhao Jialun blankly.

Ma Xiong took Zhao Jialun's hand on Ding Yan's shoulder, pulled Ding Yan's wrist and left, but Zhao Jialun stretched out his arm and stepped forward again to stop them from going.

Ma Xiong's generous personality was suppressed to the extreme at this time, and his voice drank vigorously: "What do you want?"

It's like another dry storm is coming.

"Ding Yan must come with me!" Zhao Jialun insisted nonsensically and scoundrelly, and after speaking, he came over and grabbed Latin Yan's arm.

Ding Yan was stunned and let the two of them pull. Wonderful book

In the end, Ding Yan shook off their hands at the same time, simply ignored them, and walked forward alone.

She only knew that her name was Ding Yan, and she forgot everything about where she worked and who she had with whom, especially about the experience of having a crush on Zhao Jialun.

Two big men followed closely behind to catch up.

Ding Yan strode forward in an arrogant manner, and the direction in which Ma Xiong lived, this was the only place she knew.

There is also a person in the house who is called the eldest mother by Ding Yan, is Ma Xiong's mother, a typical peasant old man, the old man's bronze face, wrinkled face, lost his front teeth, saw Ding Yan come back, smiled as if he had found a treasure, and was very happy.

When he saw Ding Yan walking into the wooden room with an unhappy face, he froze his smile, as if Ding Yan's every move would affect the old man's heart.

Others can see that the old man is rejoicing at Ding Yan as a relative, treating his daughter or daughter-in-law, in short, he is full of care and spoiled.

When he saw two big men entering the house with solemn faces, the old man was blindfolded and asked, "Xiong'er, what's wrong with you, who is this?" she pointed to Zhao Jialun, who followed up.

Zhao Jialun saw the old man, but his face was sincere, and said: "Hello aunt, I am Zhao Jialun, I am here to find my lover Ding Yan." ”

The old man's eyes showed a pitiful expression, which was really distressing. She looked at her son Ma Xiong and asked, "Xiong'er, what's the matter?"

"Don't listen to him, Ding Yan doesn't know him at all, and if he is unreasonable, I will report to the village chief and use the village methods to treat him. ”

Zhao Jialun is not unaware that the "primitive" village is not a society governed by law, but a very barbaric "rule of man", but he can't help it, follow the customs of the villagers, and it is really time to use the "family law".

Zhao Jialun said to the old man, "Can you allow me to talk to Ding Yan for a few words?"

The old man saw that Zhao Jialun was still a polite child, so he pulled his sleeve at Ma Xiong, and although Ma Xiong was reluctant, he was still dragged out by the old man. The innocent old man whispered to Ma Xiong: "That is the case, it is someone else's (daughter-in-law) who is someone else's after all, you let them talk, what if it is not what this kid surnamed Zhao said, you also want to find out Ding Yan's life experience, don't you?"

Ma Xiong listened to the old man's preaching honestly, and no longer made a sound, indicating that he acquiesced to Zhao Jialun and Ding Yan going to talk.

After realizing the signal of agreement, Zhao Jialun walked to the room, which was very simple, but very tidy. Ding Yan sat quietly on the round stool, bowing her head and lowering her eyes in silence.

Zhao Jialun took out the photos of Ding Yan during work that he had prepared long ago from his pocket and handed them to Ding Yan.

"Whether you recognize me or not, these pictures are photos of you while you're at work, I took them. Zhao Jialun said.

If it was in the past, Ding Yan would definitely be happy to learn that the person she liked cared about her so much. Now Ding Yan is very indifferently taking out the photos one by one, and the Ding Yan in them is simply charming, and she doesn't believe that the gentle, fashionable and quiet girl in the photo is herself.

After Ding Yan read it, she put the photo aside and said: "These don't mean that I know you, there is only a photo of a girl who looks close to me in it, but there is no you in the photo, how can I conclude that I am a lover with you." ”

Zhao Jialun didn't expect Ding Yan to ask such a rhetorical question, his heart was a little confused, and he regretted that he didn't usually take a photo with Ding Yan, and the photo was very convincing.

"How did you get here?" asked Ding Yan.

"I chased you here from the place where you fell, and I don't know how I got to this village, but fortunately I can still find you who haunt me. Zhao Jialun was incoherent.

Ding Yan thought he was making it up, didn't recognize his reasons, and didn't want to pay attention to him anymore. got up, walked out of the door of the room, saw the old man, went over to hold the old man's hand affectionately, and said a little coquettishly: "Auntie, I'm hungry, let's cook with you." ”

When the old man heard her scream so crisply, his hanging heart fell, and he was still worried that Ding Yan would go with this man surnamed Zhao a second ago, but he instantly understood something, and responded loudly "sigh".

Skillfully operating the earthen pot and earthen stove, Ding Yan gave the old man a good start, selecting vegetables, washing vegetables, putting firewood and pots, a complete set of perfect farmhouse cooking posture.

Zhao Jialun, who was watching her from afar, couldn't believe it, and looked at Ding Yan's every move. The mood is complicated: Is this Ding Yan, who once admired her, have you ever thought that she is a hard-working, down-to-earth girl? Is it strange that she usually doesn't notice these advantages of her, blames herself for her strong self-esteem, and feels that the disparity in identity does not accept her, which caused Ding Yan to leave?