Rong Bai looked at the old man motionlessly, and his fingers couldn't help but clench. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info sweat slowly slid down the cheeks and slowly soaked the collar.

At this time, Rong Bai thought of a leopard looking at its prey.

"You don't have to worry, if you're afraid, go home and talk to Hengqing about me. My name is He Guanglie. The old man saw Rong Bai's vigilance, and said with a smile: "You tell him that the He family will welcome him at any time." ”

Rong Bai looked confused.

Still, that's fine. Because after the old man said this, the little guy who was blocking Rong Bai got out of the way, and the atmosphere that was about to break out immediately dissolved.

I admire these little guys, such difficult masters, and I don't know how they can endure it.

Watching a group of people leave, Rong Bai calmly forgot all the last words of the old man. Hengqing has never told her about the He family, these people have a good relationship with Hengqing, why didn't they help him when he was about to die.

Pouting, Rong Bai dragged his car and walked back.

When I got home, it was already early afternoon. Hengqing was still lying on the bed looking at the roof. Now that the weather is hot, even if the body is as weak as Hengqing, he can't stand the heat, let alone the white face who is so busy every day that his feet don't touch the ground.

The two of them did not have a mat, and Rong Bai weaved one with reed stems in water. Now he is lying under Hengqing's body.

As soon as Rong Bai entered the house, Hengqing heard it. Immediately, a faint male voice sounded: "Xiaobai." During the period of being raised by Rong Bai, Hengqing's body has improved a lot, and even his voice has regained its previous warmth.

"Are you going to the bathroom?" asked Rong Bai.

Hengqing's face did not change and nodded. Since the two got married, Hengqing's big and small solutions have been completed under Rong Bai's care, although Hengqing was still a little uncomfortable at the beginning, but now he is almost used to it.

As for Rong Bai, what he can do, it doesn't matter much if he helps him do a little bit.

Rong Bai cleaned up the things he went out today, and Hengqing watched from the side. Hengqing, which is a lot richer, has begun to show its previous style.

If Rong Bai was an ordinary woman, I am afraid that she would have been attracted by Hengqing's appearance at this time. However, Rong Bai is not an ordinary woman, Rong Bai who has returned from the end of the world, the roots will not care about a person's appearance. This is also the reason why Rong Bai saw He Xuzhi once, but did not remember his appearance.

Rong Bai is very quick and focused. Hengqing, who was sitting on the side, looked at it and fell into a trance. The woman in front of him was not at all as delicate and beautiful as the girls who were around him before. However, such a woman who is not delicate at all holds Hengqing's heart tightly.

Hengqing understands his current mood, and the mountains mentioned in the Book of Poetry have Fusu, and Xi has Hehua. I don't see Zidu, but I'm crazy, I'm afraid it's my mood at the moment.

In fact, Rong Bai is not beautiful, and among a group of village girls, she can only be regarded as middle and upper-middle. She has thick eyebrows and big eyes, but she has a lot of energy. The nose is high, and the mouth is not the popular Yin Tao small mouth today. Even, the skin is rougher than Hengqing.

In the previous life, the appearance was not good-looking, but at that time, as long as it was a woman, it didn't matter what the woman looked like.

"Why are you looking at me like this?" asked Rong Bai, looking up.

Hengqing's clothes were much larger than Rong Bai's skeleton, and when he raised his head, a little white skin was revealed on his chest. Hengqing couldn't help but turn his head.

In fact, the white skin is not so bad, and the face and hands should be formed by long-term wind and sun.

"The study owner who asked you to copy the book is looking for me today. Rong Bai folded his clothes, he was very puzzled by Hengqing's movements, and when he saw it and couldn't touch it, he was shy: "Although it is said that twenty-one is a large number, but, since I took it, it has been eleven days, how many have you copied?"

Since he promised Hengqing to copy books to make money, Rong Bai helped Hengqing find a study, and helped the study to copy books on weekdays, a book, and gave more than a dozen dollars.

Hengqing smiled brightly: "Xiaobai, don't worry, I have already copied the book." ”

The corners of Rong Bai's mouth twitched. I don't know when it began, Hengqing likes to call himself Xiaobai, well, he is also younger than Hengqing, and he is called Xiaobai when he is called Xiaobai.

After Hengqing finished speaking, he pointed to the table on the bed.

In order to make it easier for Hengqing, Rong Bai made a small table on the bed, a bit like the dining table on the hospital bed in their era, but it was longer than the dining table.

The books copied by Hengqing were all piled up on the table, and he even had a lot of thought to bind the books well. Rong Bai stepped forward, counted twenty books, and found a cloth bag to wrap up. It's going to be brought to town tomorrow.

"There's another one. Thinking that Rong Bai had fallen, Hengqing kindly reminded him.

Rong Bai turned around and glanced at the book that was still on the table: "You are usually at home, and you have nothing to do, so I left a copy for you." ”

Hengqing was stunned for a moment, and then understood. The shopkeeper of whose study will copy twenty-one books is generally not an integer. Rong Bai said that there were twenty-one ones for himself.

"Thank you. At this moment, Hengqing can't say anything except thank you.

Rong Bai put the wrapped books aside and replied with a smile: "That's it, you are moved, and you will not be moved to death in the future." ”

Hengqing smiled slightly. The wife said that her husband could not die, which was taboo in many families, and at the beginning, Hengqing was also a little repulsed, obviously Rong Bai strengthened his mind to live, and now he is telling him what he is not dead.

After getting along for a long time, Hengqing knew that what Rong Bai said about not dying was not really hope, but her language habits.

Sometimes, Hengqing even felt that Rong Bai was not a person in this world. It's really incompatible with the etiquette and customs of this world.

"By the way, I heard that there are not many literate people here who read and write, and you like to read so much, you should also be a cultural person. Rong Bai asked as if he wanted to think of something.

Cultural people? That's an interesting adjective. Hengqing couldn't help laughing, and when he couldn't hold back his laughter, after seeing Rong Bai's gaze, Hengqing still kept a smile: "I'm just a scholar." ”

"Why do you want to be a scholar?" asked Rong Bai strangely.

In the last days, most people go to school between the ages of five and twelve, and seven years is enough time for children to recognize most of the characters, and there is also enough time to learn how to use weapons. After the age of twelve, those who still have the opportunity to study are all high-end talents in the future.

Some people study human genetics, some study sociology, and some study strange things. But either way, it is much more useful than Rong Bai as cannon fodder on the battlefield.

"I used to think about serving the country, but now, I don't have those thoughts. Hengqing's clenched fist let go, smiling self-deprecatingly.