The well platform in Baidian Village was full of people, all women and children from the village, taking advantage of the bright sun a few days before the Chinese New Year, taking out the family's clothes and sheets to wash and wash.

Qin Ling was also among them, squatting in front of a wooden basin, laboriously rubbing the sheets, which sucked enough water and became extremely heavy.

A few women next to them were quick with their hands and feet, the clothes in their hands were washed and rubbed, and they still had time to laugh at a few female intellectuals, saying that the dolls in the city had not suffered hardships and could not work, and they were afraid that they would not be able to marry in the future.

These women don't have any bad intentions, but they are used to having long tongues, and several female intellectuals are not very old after all, and they have not seen the mouths of these old ladies, and they are a little panicked, as if they have made some great mistakes.

Qin Ling was not affected by these women's broken mouths, but he still felt that these people were very tired of chattering.

She glanced casually to the side, only to see a familiar figure standing there looking at her and smiling. Thinking she had misunderstood, she blinked her eyes and looked fixedly, and sure enough, it was the scoundrel.

Zhong Yuemin occupied the side for a while, and the words of several women could be heard clearly.

He squatted in front of Qin Ling, picked up the sheets and washed them, and said to the women: "In our city, all men wash clothes and cook, how can women work!?"

"Nonsense!" retorted a woman in a navy blue turban, "how can there be a big man in the world who does laundry and cooking?"

"That's it, this woman doesn't do these jobs, what does that man do with his mother-in-law?" another woman retorted.

Zhong Yuemin said with a smile: "Of course, my mother-in-law is begging to go home to hurt, what kind of man can bear to let his mother-in-law do laundry and cook every day, and become a yellow-faced woman like you?"

The two women who spoke suddenly turned black with anger, packed up their things and left, several female intellectuals couldn't help laughing, and Qin Ling also pursed her lips and smiled.

"Who are you?" asked the female intellectual, who was squatting next to Qin Ling, curiously.

Zhong Yuemin smeared soap on the sheets, glanced at Qin Ling, and replied, "My name is Zhong Yuemin, and I am Qin Ling's boyfriend." ”

"Huh?" The female intellectuals were all in an uproar, and they all looked at Qin Ling and Zhong Yuemin in surprise.

The questioning female intellectual: "Qin Ling, is what he said true?"

"He's telling the truth, he's my boyfriend. Qin Ling glanced at Zhong Yuemin and admitted generously.

Zhong Yuemin's theory of men's work just now won the favor of the female intellectuals, and everyone was happy to see him as Qinling's boyfriend.

"Qin Ling, your boyfriend is too powerful, but he can help us out of his bad breath, those long-tongued women are too annoying!"

The female intellectuals squatting next to her said: "I envy you so much, Qin Ling, your boyfriend still helps you wash the sheets!"

"Aihong, I'm afraid it's not Sichun!" another female intellectual, sneered.

"Haiyan, don't you want to find a boyfriend to help you do your laundry?" asked the female intellectual, who called Aihong.

"How can we have such a good life, if we find a boyfriend, I'm afraid I will have to wash the clothes of two people. Haiyan said.

Her words caused everyone to laugh, and they all felt that what she said made sense.

Haiyan continued: "Qin Ling, you have made us miserable, your boyfriend is so good, where can we find a match?"

"Don't you know that there are three men?" Zhong Yuemin asked.

"Don't mention them, three big men, what kind of fairness do you mention to our girls every day!" Haiyan complained.

This has aroused the collective condemnation of female intellectuals.

"You have to take turns cooking and sweeping the floor, that's fine, but even fetching water has to be fair, we girls have little strength, and we can't lift a bucket of water for half a day!" someone condemned.

Haiyan followed: "That's it, I don't think even Qinling's boyfriend is one ten-thousandth!"

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"Don't praise him so much, don't you see that his mouth is grinning to the root of his ears, and his tail is about to rise to the sky. Qin Ling couldn't stand it a little and hurriedly interrupted.

Zhong Yuemin laughed and said: "No, no, praise can promote people's progress, and I will strive to demand myself from the height of praise from all ladies." ”

"You'll do it, the more you talk, the more proud you become!" Qin Ling glared at Zhong Yuemin and said, "Put down the sheet in your hand first and follow me." ”

"Hey, hey, come on. Zhong Yuemin wiped the water on his hands and gestured to the others.

"Hey, what are you going to do?" Haiyan didn't know what to do.

"Are you stupid, people are going to whisper. Aihong stopped Haiyan, and then said to Zhong Yuemin and Qin Ling: "Go ahead, I'll wash the sheets for you!"

Zhong Yuemin thanked her.

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Zhong Yuemin and Qin Ling walked and walked, and when they reached the edge of the back cliff, the two of them found a place to sit under a dead tree.

"Yuemin, thank you. Qin Ling suddenly broke his silence and said.

Zhong Yuemin asked, "Thank you for what?"

"Thank you for being so nice to me. ”

Zhong Yuemin laughed and said, "Haven't I always been good to you?"

"It's different, in fact, I hate doing laundry, but when you naturally squatted down and took the sheet in my hand just now, I felt very happy. Qin Ling cupped his cheek and said.

"Then your happiness is too easy, if I wash your clothes every day, then you don't want to marry me. Zhong Yuemin said happily.

"If you could really do my laundry every day, I might actually marry you. Qin Ling looked into the distance.

Zhong Yuemin looked at Qin Ling under the sun and felt that she was very beautiful, the fluff on her cheeks glowed with golden light, and her lips were full.

After waiting for a long time, without waiting for Zhong Yuemin's answer, Qin Ling turned his head and asked, "What are you thinking?"

Zhong Yuemin looked at her, didn't hear what she asked at all, suddenly stretched out his hand, held Qin Ling's face, kissed it, and lightly touched a piece of softness, and then let go.

Qin Ling was very calm, he didn't struggle, he didn't pander, but looked at Zhong Yuemin with a smile.

Zhong Yuemin suddenly felt a little weak, his soul who was almost thirty years old couldn't withstand Qin Ling's gaze.

Just as he was about to make some excuses, Qin Ling instead stretched out his hand to hug the back of Zhong Yuemin's head and kissed him violently, startling Zhong Yuemin a lot.

Zhong Yuemin soon fell in the warmth of the Qin Mountains, and all his attention was focused on the lips of the Qin Mountains, feeling its shape, texture, and temperature.

Suddenly, Zhong Yuemin's eyes widened, and he looked at Qin Ling with some incredulity, but Qin Ling's eyes revealed a hint of pride.

Zhong Yuemin only felt that his lips were sucked up, and suddenly they were pushed open again, and a soft and warm foreign body burst into his mouth, Zhong Yuemin refused to admit defeat, took the initiative to attack, and entangled the other party.

After an eager wet kiss, the two kept gasping, their eyes full of sweetness and tenderness.