Zhuo Yilan rolled her eyes again, and turned her face to look at the words that the old master wrote to Zhenhua on the wall of the bedroom.

Zhenhua said, "This is written to me by an old master in our village, read it in the rain and clear ploughing. ”

Zhuo Yilan nodded and said with a smile, "It turns out that these four words...... It's called Qing Gengyu to read, if you don't read it, I really don't know it. ”

Zhenhua sneered, and arched his hand, "The big boss spared me, I just have a problem with teaching, and I have to read it again when I see it, not deliberately show it in front of you." ”

Qi Lei shouted outside the bedroom door, "Hey, are you whispering? Can I come in?"

Zhenhua turned his head and said, "What are you yelling about? The door is open, you just come in." ”

Qi Lei grinned, and then brought Zhuang Xiaodie in.

Zhuo Yilan didn't speak, just nodded slightly at Qi Lei and Zhuang Xiaodie, and continued to appreciate the old master's handwriting.

Qi Lei said, "Sister Zhuo, this is the calligraphy of the old master in our village, do you have any opinions?" ”

Zhuo Yilan glanced at Qi Lei, "I am illiterate and illiterate." ”

Qi Lei nodded, "It just so happens that Zhenhua is also illiterate, you two are quite a good match!"

Zhuo Yilan couldn't hold back, smiled heartily, and said, "Boss Qi, did you talk about cross talk before?"

Qi Lei grinned, "Sister Zhuo is right, I am an all-round talent in the literary and artistic circles of Dongwan Village, I used to talk about cross talk, and I am studying drama these days." ”

Zhenhua couldn't help laughing, "When did you get into the literary and artistic circles of Dongwan Village again?"

Qi Lei waved his hand, "You don't know much! I am about to set up the Dongwan Village Federation of Literary and Art Circles, the Artists Association, and the Song and Dance Troupe, and tour the whole country to perform, so that everyone will know that our Dongwan Village is full of hidden dragons and crouching tigers!"

Zhenhua shook his head again and again, and Zhuo Yilan smiled without saying a word.

The four young people chatted casually, and there was no match.

Wang Xiang's home, there is a super shocking pop song "Follow the feeling, hold the hand of the dream, the steps are getting lighter and happier and happier, sway your smile to your heart's content, love will leave me anywhere ......"

Qi Lei frowned and said, "This uncle is really, he is old and not serious, he doesn't put on Lu dramas, and he specializes in playing these low-level and interesting bourgeois mood songs! If it was 20 years ago, I would have to arrest him and put on a high hat to criticize and parade on the streets!"

Zhenhua said, "It must have been put by Wang Song, Uncle Xiang still listens to Lu dramas." ”

Zhuo Yilan suddenly said, "We Zhuo Daying started singing on the sixth day of the first month, you like to watch Lu opera, you can go to watch it." ”

Qi Lei was sad, shook his head and said, "Zhenhua went to be entertained, what am I going to do?"

Zhuo Yilan said with a smile: "Although my family is a little poor, a bowl of rice can still be served." You and Zhenhua go to the theater together, and promise not to starve you. ”

Qi Lei grinned, "Forget it, those grass stage teams may not sing as well as me." ”

Zhuo Daying was twenty miles away, too far away, and Qi Lei didn't want to run. If it was closer, Qi Lei would definitely go to see the excitement.

It's lunchtime in the blink of an eye.

Cui Hong prepared a table full of dishes and beckoned Zhuo Yilan to eat on the table.

Zhuo Yilan is a person who has read a book in the end, she is not stage frightened, nor rude, she is generous and decent, and takes the initiative to toast Zhenhua's parents.

Zhao Chenghai was very satisfied with this daughter-in-law, and he was happy throughout the whole process.

Qi Lei's broken mouth kept talking, and he joked about Zhuo Yilan from time to time, and the atmosphere was very lively.

Zhao Chenghai was a little grateful to Qi Lei, if he wasn't here, the atmosphere would be a little dull.

After the meal, Zhuo Yilan drank tea in Zhenhua's room.

Qi Lei said, "Sister Zhuo, I won't delay Zhenhua to whisper to you, I'll go to learn drama." Next time you come, I'll sing for you. ”

"Okay, thank you. Zhuo Yilan smiled and nodded.

Zhenhua sent Qi Lei out of the door, and by the way, asked Qi Lei about his impression of Zhuo Yilan to see how he scored.

Qi Lei said, "I think it's very good, it's quite suitable for you." In the end, it is a junior high school graduate, which has connotation more than one-fifth. The fifth, yesterday at noon in the soup family New Year's greetings, I made two jokes with her, she put on a straight face, mother's, make yourself like a princess, I bah!"

Zhenhua nodded, for Song Hongju, Zhenhua's impression was not good. That kind of person is too arrogant, he really marries into the door, and the days of family discord and parents are angry are ahead.

Qi Lei looked at the several tiled houses of Zhenhua's house again, and suddenly sighed and said, "The predecessors planted trees and the later people enjoyed the shade, pitiful!"

Zhenhua was puzzled, frowned and asked, "Who is pitiful?"

Qi Lei bared his teeth and smiled, and said in a low voice, "Of course Zhang Kexiang is pitiful, I think that at the beginning, when your family built a house, people cooked food for your family, twisted their butts and were busy before and after, and accompanied the craftsmen to drink, and brought cigarettes and tea for everyone, but now it is Zhuo Yilan who has entered the East Palace, and Zhang Kexiang makes wedding clothes for others, do you say pitiful?"

"Go and learn from Lao Mazi!" Zhenhua glared at Qi Lei and turned back to the house.

Qi Lei laughed, took Zhuang Xiaodie, and went to Lao Mazi's house to mess around.

Zhuang Xiaodie has no family to leave, and during this time, she often chats with Tieqiao. Tieqiao is skillful and looks good at knitting sweaters, and helps Zhuang Xiaodie knit several children's clothes.

Zhenhua chatted with Zhuo Yilan at home, just like the Lu opera sung by his father and Wang Xiang the day before yesterday, and the godbrother and sister talked about it from the bottom of their hearts.

Zhuo Yilan sat on the edge of the bed, holding a magazine in her hand, flipping through it casually.

Zhenhua wanted to take Yilan's hand, so he deliberately said, "Look at your fingers are so slender, knitting a sweater must look good, right?"

"Do you still look at palmistry?" Yilan looked at his hand, a little surprised.

"I really know how to read palmistry, you give me your hand, I'll look at you...... How about luck this year. Zhenhua said with a smile.

Zhuo Yilan frowned slightly, and really stretched out her hand.

Zhenhua succeeded in his treacherous plan, held Zhuo Yilan's hand, looked at it a few times, and said, "Well, you have good luck this year, you have ...... Peach Blossom Luck. ”

"I believe you are a ghost!" Zhuo Yilan withdrew his hand and said with a smile, "The teacher is not honest, he can hold hands if he wants to, and he will lie?"

Zhenhua sneered, took Zhuo Yilan's hand again, sat side by side with her on the edge of the bed, and continued to speak.

In fact, Zhenhua also wanted to "be bolder and move faster" and kiss Zhuo Yilan, but he felt that it was too fast, and he would be considered superficial, so he endured it.

Zhuo Yilan looked at Zhenhua's face and said, "Do you still use ploughing cattle in your family? Why don't you sell the ploughing cattle and change them to a walk-behind tractor?"

Zhenhua smiled bitterly, "Don't mention it, for this matter, I had a fight with my father last night." My dad is stubborn, and I can't convince him. ”

(November 5, 1st Update.) ）