Zhenhua shows the bottom line, which is also the meaning of cutting through the mess with a quick knife.

He didn't want to have a Qiong Yao's novel-style love with Zhang Kexiang, the love was deep and rainy, the smoke locked the building, the heart had thousands of knots, and he loved it alive and dead, and in the end it was a tragic ending.

Dead or alive, have a good time.

Zhang Kexiang sat in the back seat and said with a smile: "Why are you crying with me? I don't borrow money from you." ”

Zhenhua is out of words.

He didn't expect Zhang Kexiang to answer like this, he showed the bottom line, but he didn't get the other party's bottom line.

Back at home, the backyard was bustling.

At the urging of Zhao Chenghai, the killing of the New Year's pig has begun. The pig's hair has been stripped and is about to be disemboweled.

Zhenhua got out of the car in front of the door and entered the door with Zhang Kexiang.

The hall was empty, and everyone was in the backyard watching the pigs being killed.

Zhenhua's mother lit a fire under the stove and prepared a pig-killing meal for the evening.

Hearing the footsteps, Cui Hong glanced from under the stove, only saw her son Zhenhua, but didn't see Zhang Kexiang behind Zhenhua, so she asked, "Zhenhua, what is Director Shi looking for you?"

Before Zhenhua could answer, Zhang Kexiang had already walked to the stove and bent down to greet with a smile: "Auntie, I'm here again." ”

"Oops!" Cui Hong was taken aback, jumped up like an electric shock, took Zhang Kexiang's hand, and smiled on her face: "It's good to be here, kid, I haven't seen you for many days, my aunt is thinking about you!"

"Auntie, you can't blame me, it's Zhenhua who won't let me come. Zhang Kexiang glanced at Zhenhua and complained to Zhenhua's mother.

"I didn't have it, did I?" Zhenhua cried out.

"My Zhenhua is a stuffy donkey, don't blame him, girl, he doesn't invite you to come, Auntie invites you to come!" Cuihong smiled, began to be at a loss again, and said: "Auntie brings a chair for you to sit, Zhenhua, quickly pour tea for Kexiang!"

"Auntie, you're busy, leave me alone. Zhang Kexiang pulled away his hand, took the two burdens in Zhenhua's hand, and said:

"Auntie, I used the useless scraps in the store to make you a few pairs of sleeves and two aprons, and you should be able to use it to build a house next year, you are the busiest and most tired, and you should be able to use it. In this bag, I bought you a scarf, which can be worn in winter to block the wind. There is also a pound of pure wool wool, and I can't knit a sweater, so I can knit a dress for my aunt to wear. Oh, there's also a bottle of balm for you to wipe your hands and face, the last time I came, I saw my aunt's hands were stained......"

brushed the ground, and the emerald tears fell, and he couldn't help but hold Zhang Kexiang in his arms, and choked up:

"My good girl, come as you come, and bring ...... There are so many things, you call your aunt this life, this life...... How can I repay your affection?"

As an ordinary country woman, a humble and ordinary wife and mother, in this rural society where sons are favored over husbands, it can be said that Cuihong has never been cared for so much!

Even the three children raised by Cuihong herself had never said such intimate words to her. The children who grew up in the countryside are all wooden, and they can't say sensational words such as "Dad, I love you" and "Mom, I love you".

Not to mention her husband Zhao Chenghai, who only knows how to stare and shout at the top of his throat all day long, and there is almost no warm word.

Zhang Kexiang is so sensible and considerate, how can she not be moved by Cuihong?

Zhenhua was also moved by Zhang Kexiang, but he couldn't express anything, so he stood aside stupidly, watching this true love drama.

Zhang Kexiang was uncomfortable by Cuihong's reaction, and hurriedly comforted: "Auntie, don't say that, Zhenhua and I are classmates, you are Zhenhua's mother, that is, my mother." A small gift is not valuable, so it should be regarded as a daughter's filial piety to you. ”

Cui Hong wiped her tears and nodded again and again: "Okay, okay, my aunt has accepted it...... Child, sit down first, Zhenhua pour tea, pour tea!"

"Oh. Zhenhua agreed, pretending to look for a teacup of tea.

"I'm not thirsty, Zhenhua, you leave me alone, busy with yourself. Zhang Kexiang had already put on his sleeves, sat on the low stool in front of the stove, and said, "I help my aunt make a pot, I can't cook, it's no problem to burn the fire." ”

At this time, Zhao Chenghai yelled in the backyard: ", get a basin, hurry up!"

With a red face, he stood at the back door and said loudly: "What are you yelling about? You don't have long legs, you can't go back to the house to get it?" Kexiang is here, I'm talking to Kexiang, I can't leave!"

There was no sound in the backyard immediately.

Zhao Chenghai didn't expect the little tailor to visit again, and he didn't know how to deal with it.

Zhang Kexiang was generous, stood up, picked up the basin from the lid of the water tank, and said to Cui Hong: "Auntie, I'll send the basin to it, and say hello to the uncle by the way." ”

Cui Hong nodded hurriedly and beckoned to her son: "What is Zhenhua doing there?

Zhenhua took the basin in Zhang Kexiang's hand and walked to the backyard with Zhang Kexiang.

There were five or six people in the backyard, all messy and busy, in addition to Wang Xiang, there were also several village neighbors who came to help, Liu Zhigao was also there.

Zhang Kexiang walked into the backyard and immediately attracted everyone's attention.

It's just that Wang Xiang and the others are Zhenhua's elders, and it's not good to look at Zhang Kexiang fiercely, just after two glances, they are busy with their own work.

Zhao Chenghai held a bloody pair of pig hearts and lungs in his hand, and smiled at Zhang Kexiang: "Here, girl." ”

"Hello uncle, you're busy. Zhang Kexiang smiled slightly and stood aside.

Zhenhua took the basin and took the pig's heart and lungs in his father's hand.

Wang Xiang was dealing with the pig's intestines, opening the small intestine and tearing off the lard on it little by little.

He was skilled, and while working, he looked up at Zhang Kexiang and said with a smile: "Girl, you are the tailor shop in the town, right? I also know your parents, and I have drunk with your father!"

Zhang Kexiang nodded and smiled: "Yes, uncle, my family is from Zhang Guigang." ”

Zhenhua couldn't answer, but he despised Wang Xiang in his heart: You know everyone, you have drunk with everyone, Sun Wukong worships you, Chang'e is your sister-in-law, you are really capable!

Liu Zhigao looked at Wang Xiang and said with a smile: "Brother Xiang, don't be busy talking, look at it, don't tear the pig's intestines, kill the pig and kill the." ”

"Killing pigs and killing, that's what a blind butcher does, and I can miss this skill?!" Wang Xiang glanced at Liu Zhigao.

Zhao Chenghai had nothing to say, and said: "Uncle Hexiang, I heard that you pig killers can eat raw lard, and the hot lard that has just been disemboweled, you can eat it by pulling a piece, but is it true?"

"Yes, you have to be careful, or as soon as you turn around, I will eat all your lard raw!" Wang Xiang laughed.

The crowd laughed.

Zhang Kexiang also smiled and said to Zhenhua: "Zhenhua, I'll go to the front to help my aunt cook." ”

Zhenhua nodded and returned to the house with Zhang Kexiang.

As soon as Zhang Kexiang left, the backyard became more lively.

Wang Xiang shouted loudly and said, "Brother Chenghai is so blessed, the house has not been built yet, and his daughter-in-law has come to the door!"