The two of them fell asleep in the same bed, and when Mo Feifei woke up, Ouyang Qian was lying in the arms of the former, quiet as a kitten, and the two of them were nothing wrong, and they didn't do anything wrong. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Originally, Ouyang Qian had some ideas in her heart, but she was really sleepy, and she became unthinkable when she had ideas.

The next day, Mo's father and Mo's mother got up at half past six as usual. Mo's father was busy with the fields, while Mo's mother helped cook and wash clothes.

After washing her own clothes, Mo's mother went up to the second floor, ready to wash the clothes changed by the two children, turned around, and finally found the clothes that had been dried overnight on the balcony.

"Well, this girl is really good, she also washes extraordinary clothes, and she doesn't have the delicate spirit of a big city girl at all." Mother Mo secretly rejoiced: "I also said that the two of them are just ordinary friends, this kid." ”

If that doesn't mean anything, Mo's mother still has one piece of evidence. That is, when I was looking for a change of clothes just now, I found that there was no one in the fan room of Mo Feifei. And at the door of Ouyang Qian's air-conditioned room, she found Mo Feifei's slippers.

Everything in front of them all points to a conclusion: "These two people are by no means ordinary friends." ”

She was about to go downstairs when the door of Ouyang Qian's room suddenly opened, and Mo came out of the room alertly. He was born in special forces, and his reaction ability is far beyond ordinary people, although the sound of Mo Feifei walking is small, it still can't hide from his ears.

Seeing that it was his mother, Mo Feifei breathed a sigh of relief: "Mom, why did you get up so early?" Cooked rice? ”

Mother Mo laughed secretly for a while, and said pointedly: "The meal will be ready soon, why did you get up so early and not rest with Qianqian?" ”

Mo Feifei wiped his somewhat confused eyes and muttered, "Mom, what do you want, there is nothing wrong with the two of us." It's just that her room is cool, and right where she sleeps. ”

Knowing her son Mo Ruo's mother, Mo's mother knows that Mo Feifei is a real child, but he has been thin-skinned since he was a child. Since he didn't want to admit it, Mother Mo wouldn't hold on.

She opened her mouth and smiled, and changed her style and said, "The clothes you two changed in the shower yesterday were washed by Qianqian, right?" You kid, what do you say, but you're a girl in the city, how can you let her work. If you're too embarrassed to let your mother wash it, you can help her wash it, anyway, you learned to wash clothes in the army, and it's not a shame. ”

Mo Feifei shouted in his heart: "I just helped her wash it." However, I was embarrassed to say this, at most I thought about it in my heart.

By the time he replied, it had become a different sentence. He responded casually: "Mom, don't think about it, the two of us are really ordinary friends, and we wash our clothes." Ahem..."

Mother Mo waved her hand, just smiled, and didn't delve into it: "By the way, what are your plans for a while, where do you want to play?" ”

It's summer vacation, but there aren't many young people at home in Mojia Village, and most of them are going out to work. Occasionally, there are still people who go to school, and they also follow their parents to other places to see the world, and there are very few who are really at home.

Mo Feifei didn't even think about it, and blurted out: "Let's go rowing and pick lotus seeds in a while." By the way, our ship is still there, right? ”

"Yes, I'll ask your dad to carry the boat to the river in a moment. It's been a long time since you've rowed, haven't you forgotten? ”

"How can this thing be forgotten, just like riding a bicycle, it is something in the bones, and it will not be forgotten."

"During this time, take Qianqian out for a walk, don't be bored with others." Mo's mother admonished, and then continued: "I'll go cook, and when it's ready, I'll call you to eat, and then you can go back and lie down for a while." ”

Mo Feifei: "I'm already awake, go read a book." ”

Mo's mother didn't continue to answer, nodded, and hurried downstairs with a busy figure.

Mo Feifei returned to the air-conditioned room and picked up a book he had placed on the bedside. The temperature was relatively low in the early morning, and at the beginning, Ouyang Qian could still consciously find Mo's extraordinary body to warm up in her sleep. Now that he's up, he's quickly curled up in a ball.

Mo Feifei looked at the air conditioner, which showed 28C, he picked up the remote control, turned up the temperature by two degrees, and found a small blanket, covering her exposed navel and lower body, then took a breath, sat on the ground, and read hungrily.

He loves to read, especially books on archaeology and history. The deeper I plunged, the more I found that this world was really amazing, especially the ancient culture, folk customs, and folk customs, which were simply irresistible.

Although on the surface, he didn't like the experience at the foot of Longhu Mountain that day, every time he remembered that scene, his blood would inexplicably gush out, and his spirit would be excited.

What he couldn't imagine was that the second chance to go to the ground would come soon. This time, it was by chance that he took his beloved woman to the ground.

This beloved woman is none other than Ouyang Qian. Ouyang Qian would never have thought that this unforgettable experience would actually be a catalyst for catalyzing the relationship between them and sublimating the "revolutionary friendship" between the two.

Of course, this is a later story, so I won't show it for the time being.

Mo Feifei watched for two hours, and at about half past eight, Ouyang Qian finally woke up from her sleep.

Last night, she slept well, or rather soundly. Although she fell asleep, she was still in a daze, feeling that Mo Feifei was beside her, and that feeling was very real and pleasant.

"You're up?" Ouyang Qian saw Mo Feifei reading a book seriously in his room, yawning, and opening hazy sleepy eyes, and asked.

Mo Feifei sighed, then closed the book and asked, "How did you sleep?" ”

Ouyang Qian smiled: "It's not bad." By the way, what do you usually eat here for breakfast? She touched her rumbling belly, and she didn't feel hungry when she hadn't eaten breakfast. Now I often eat breakfast, but I feel very hungry.

Fortunately, no matter how she eats, she is not fat at all, she is still a moth with eyebrows and bright eyes, how many girls who shout every day and drink cold water to grow meat are envious, jealous and hateful.

Mo Feifei snapped his fingers: "Our breakfast here is relatively simple, just some steamed buns, flower rolls, preserved eggs, lean porridge and the like." My mother's craft is very good, how about you taste it? ”

"Well, if you say that, I'm going to have to try it. Little Mozi, wait for the mourning family to wash and change clothes! ”

Ouyang Qian stood on the bed and stretched out her right hand extravagantly, this time it was not the queen's style, but the queen mother's style.

(To be continued.) )