Lest he be blown away by the wind, he pressed it with a stone, led the rhubarb, and went home from another place. See 1 yarn 3 Chinese net

Annoyed forward, he was beaten by the frost of the eggplant.

"It's okay, you'll be impressed one day. ”

After opening it and reading it aloud, he looked dissatisfied, shaking his head, he is not a towering tree, Han Man has been self-reliant for many years, and it is not a vine, but like a wild grass in the wild, thriving, the spring breeze blows and grows, with vigorous vitality.

Just as they were thinking about it, they suddenly felt a heat on the back of their necks, and a warm tongue licked around behind them, holding Rhubarb's head, and leaned on, which was a game they used to play before.

As soon as he raised his eyes and saw Han Man standing behind him, he hurriedly stood up, and at the same time hid the handkerchief and letterhead in his hand behind him.

Han Man sat down on the grass next to him, picked the weeds and threw them in his mouth, and said nonchalantly: "I guessed it was you early in the morning." ”

He blushed suddenly, sat down on the side, and the rhubarb in the middle brought the two of them closer a lot, and asked casually, "How did you guess?"

"Throughout the village, count how many bits of ink you have in your stomach. ”

He couldn't laugh or cry, and the rest of the village went to work in the fields, and he was the only one who had nothing to do.

"The poems that were written made the girl smile!"

"No, I think it's good!"

Deeply encouraged, he tentatively asked, "Do you agree with what it says?"

Rolling his eyes, Han Man snorted softly and turned his gaze away.

He suddenly felt presumptuous, and turned his gaze to Rhubarb, patting him on the back, "Rhubarb has bothered you a lot these days." ”

"Of course not, we're having a good time, aren't we, rhubarb?"

Han Man suddenly became kind and kind, staring at its big eyes. See 1 yarn 3 Chinese net

Rhubarb looked at the front intently, and even shook off the two of them, twisting his tail to chase the hare in Hanzi, leaving the two with embarrassed faces in an instant.

"My mother invited you to come and be a guest. Tugging at the weeds on the side, he whispered.

Han Man heard that Mrs. Zhang was a legend, her husband's temperament was gentle, and she was cowardly to say that it was ugly, and she supported the Zhang family on the shoulders of a weak woman, and now she is thriving.

Everyone in the village gave a thumbs up.

Mrs. Fang also said that she was extremely satisfied with all aspects of the Zhang family, but Mrs. Zhang was a little more powerful, and she was not an idle person when choosing a daughter-in-law.

"Why did she invite me?" The last time Han Man escaped halfway, rumors gradually spread in the village, and Mrs. Zhang had a lot of Weibo about her.

It stands to reason that it will only be a short time, and he will definitely not take care of himself. Now that I have been invited, I have a trace of doubt in my heart.

"It's all what I asked, my mother will respond soon, when you are free, I will arrange it." ”

"I have to go back and talk to my grandmother. ”

Han Man did not refuse, it was a great relief to Zhang Fugui, he nodded again and again, worried that Han Man would regret it, hurriedly got up and patted the dust off his body, and said excitedly before turning to leave: "Then it's decided, rhubarb!"

shouted at Han Zi, his voice with a strong sense of youth. Small face, chubby cheeks, unusually handsome and handsome.

Although his face was dark, when the tall and thin figure disappeared, Rhubarb gave him a ride and returned the way he came.

It was not early, and after going back, Han Manhe talked about the scene of Mrs. Zhang's invitation, and Mrs. Fang's expression was calm.

"When you get there, behave enthusiastically, don't let people misunderstand that we look down on people, and besides, although she lives in a small mountain village, she is also the daughter of a large family, and she is usually very exquisite, and her background is not small. ”

Han Man dressed up carefully, Fang Po had expected that she would return, bought a lot of beautiful dresses and put them at home, and wore them on her body, but she didn't feel that it didn't match, so she chose a moon-white one, and instantly she looked elegant and noble.

She nodded in satisfaction and brought up the cake she had made the night before.

Walking halfway, my heart was uneasy.

Zhang Fugui waited in front of the door early. The face was irrepressibly joyful, inviting her in.

As soon as the door was opened, the inside suddenly opened up, the layout was elegant, and the loess atmosphere of the villa was not felt at all, with green trees and flowers, which showed that the owner was a person with extraordinary taste.

Mrs. Zhang, supported by an old woman, came dignified, she did not smile, her face was white, and her face was full of wealth.

Ying Ying stepped forward, and Han Man lowered her eyes respectfully, "I've seen Mrs. Zhang." ”

looked around at her, looked at her son deeply, and secretly said in her heart that she was so beautiful, no wonder her son was fascinated by her.

His expression was still serious, and he said slowly: "I have admired the girl's name for a long time, like thunder, it is our honor to move to Zhang's Mansion today!"

"Mrs. Zhang is polite, Mr. Zhang takes extraordinary care of our orphaned mother-in-law, and my grandmother specially asked her granddaughter to come to thank her, which is our little heart, and I hope to smile!"

"I have a heart!" The woman next to her immediately took it and invited her into the flower hall.

Bright and quiet, the furniture of red sandalwood is stable and magnificent, and the calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall are all good, which is simply the scholarly door of Fuli.

Looking at Miss Han's expression, it seems that she has also studied this. ”

"I don't think it's a study, I like it when I'm ordinary, I once passed by the downtown and bought a few paintings of teenagers, and the pen is extremely smooth, painting stones, painting snow scenes, and it's natural, and the lady hangs a little like it. ”

"When people reach a certain age, they have already worn off the water chestnut, and everything is mainly smooth and transparent, and the girl can understand it at a young age, which is admirable. ”

Mrs. Zhang was not as stern as she imagined. The welcome was subdued and frustrated, extremely comfortable, and the eyes were straight into her eyes as they talked, so focused.

"Miss Han used to be a famous person in the city, right?" she said, and became a little aggressive, looking at her faintly.

There was a pang in her heart, and her eyes were transparent so that she didn't want to hide it.

"I don't know why, maybe it's my physique that I always invite newspaper reporters, and what they say may not be true. ”

"Yes, reporters make a living from this, always exaggerating, but there is no wind and no waves, if it is a lady hidden in the boudoir, it will naturally not be exposed and become the talk of everyone after dinner. ”

With her head down and not saying a word, she came prepared.

Zhang Fugui hurriedly asked people to present the cake, "You taste it, this is specially made by my mother, thanks to your blessing, my mother only makes it for us during the New Year." ”

looked at his son lovingly, with a smile on his lips, "Look at the gluttony." ”

When I tasted it, it was a small cake that was fried and twisted, like a cat's ear, crispy and fragrant, and even had a slight taste of Fang Po.

Maybe it's from my hometown.

After taking a bite, Han Man looked at Mrs. Zhang again, and felt tears in his eyes.

If the mother were alive, would she look at her with soft eyes like a lady looking at her son, and make a cake for her?