If the straight old man had known what I thought of him, he might have kicked me in the foot. But where can he guess my thoughts? O us people! Dirty things at heart!

While we were arguing, Xiaolan came in. She looked first at her father, then at me, and said, "Look at the two of you, a literati and a warrior, what are you arguing about there?" ”

That Ji Yuanzhen was suddenly so cold to me, and his words were so ugly, and the things I was with Xiaolan were shaken out by him again, and these things were connected to give me the illusion, I suspect that their father and daughter may not want this marriage, and deliberately let the old man come to find my stubble.

What's the big deal, there's a phoenix waiting for me. So, I thought, to this point, let's just break up. At this time, Xiaolan had already walked out of the door.

I went to her and said, "When I was at your aunt's house before, I told you that I love literature. But you only know that I love literature, but you don't know how much I love literature. I see literature as my life.

But listening to the tone of what your father said just now, he seems to look down on us literati. In that case, I don't think we might as well break up. After I said this, I wanted to take it back again. However, there are some things in the world that can be taken back, and some things that cannot be recovered.

Because I saw that Xiaolan had tears streaming down her eyes when she heard this. She said angrily: "My father said you, but I didn't say you, how can you be like this?" After saying this, she wiped her tears with her hands, raised her head proudly, looked at the sky, gritted her teeth for a while, and went back to the house.

From then on, the long black shawl hair, the high cocked nose, the small mouth and the melon seed face and the red sweater disappeared from my sight. To this day, I can remember the way she turned away.

When she left, I thought I wouldn't be in pain, but the moment she turned around, I had a heart-rending feeling of falling into the abyss. I think I'm going to die, and I don't know if I'll ever get over it.

When Xiaolan entered the house, I was stunned. I mean, how can I, a loser who can poke a hole in the sky, also have times when I am afraid. Because at that moment, I felt how much Xiaolan loved me. People don't cry when they are sad, she doesn't love me, and when I propose to break up, she doesn't cry at all.

At the same time, the more I thought about it, the more I regretted it, the more I thought about it. I feel like I'm in trouble. I messed this up, how do I explain it to my parents?

Not long after Xiaolan entered the house, Ji Yuanzhen walked out. I could tell he was regretting it, too. He may not know how much his daughter loves me, but if he had, he wouldn't have quarreled with me, and we wouldn't have fallen out like this!

It was our two stubborn men who broke Xiaolan's heart. I walked around the door of Xiaolan's house a few times, and when I saw that both of them ignored me, I pushed my bicycle and rushed home.

On the way, I began to regret it. I wonder if I have wronged my father, my father is just unintentional, but I am suspicious for no reason.

Even if my father had those evil intentions, what could he do if Xiaolan didn't agree? Also, wouldn't we live together on the banks of the Sand River? But why didn't I think of this before I ruined this marriage?

The most worthy thing for my parents in my bastard's life is that I went home this time without hiding anything and told my parents what happened. My father was so angry that he almost rewarded me with a big ear scraper.

He said, "You know literature, literature all day long, and you know what a good girl Xiaolan is." She is virtuous, kind, reasonable, and knows how to honor her elders. You are really capable of proposing to break up with others yourself.

Wayawa, it's strange if you don't regret it in the future, I don't think you can meet such a good girl in your life. Let's go, come with me, apologize to others, and see if they can forgive you. ”

I didn't want to go, but under my father's compulsion, I went to Xiaolan's house again a few days later.

It's still the sand river, it's still the embankment, it's still the old house, why is it that I feel so different when I saw these things before.

When I saw them before, they were all thriving and smiling, but why did they seem so gloomy, so cold, so sad, as if even the water flowing in the Sand River was telling sad stories.

There seemed to be a sad smell in the flowing air by the Nasha River. How can two separated hearts be fused together?

Before we got to the door, my father told me to stand on the embankment first, and he went to take the lead. At that time, Xiaolan and her father were eating with a bowl. When I saw my father, I hurriedly let him into the house and serve food.

I waited outside for a long time before my father came out with a bowl and called me to eat. I was just about to enter the door, but Xiaolan blocked the door: "My house is small, and I can't fit a big man like you." ”

Then, he pouted again: "Why didn't you come the next day? Did you go to find another girl? Oh, people don't want you, so you came to me." What am I? Do I wipe my ass paper? I can use it if I want it, and I throw it away if I don't want to use it?"

When I saw my father winking at me, I pushed in. That Xiaolan put the rice on the pot and pushed me out with all her strength.

When I came out, my father came up to me, pushed me to the ground, and then pressed my body to make me kneel, and said, "Have you seen it?"

Xue Dingshan asked Fan Lihua to apologize to others. Then he looked at Xiaolan and said, "Xiaolan, don't guess, I've been with him for the past few days, where has he gone?" I was pressed there by my father, and I was very unconvinced, so I struggled to stand up.

Seeing this, Xiaolan said: "Uncle, you also saw it, he has no sincerity, where is I in his heart, forget it, you can go back." "If I had been willing to say a few soft words or cry, maybe Xiaolan would have turned back.

But do you know what I thought about at the time? I still have another person in my heart, and she is Jin Fengqin. Because I haven't met her yet, she has a particularly strong sense of mystery in my heart.

"What's the big deal, I'm going to find Jin Fengqin. "I think. I thought to myself, how can I give in to Xiaolan? If I don't give in, my father, who is red-faced, will not be able to sing.

So, I found a place to sit down on the embankment, and my father was cheeky enough to bring me a bowl of rice.

Then, I listened outside to my father and Ji Yuanzhen talking. My father said, Jianming just came to you because I touched a bicycle and wanted to make you happy, why did you talk to him like that?"

Ji Yuanzhen said: "I had a fight with my wife that morning, and I was in a very bad mood. In this matter, I am also at fault. You know, I fell out with my son, and I was counting on this daughter to support me. If your baby cheats her away, who will I rely on when I'm old!"

As he spoke, the old man couldn't help but burst into tears. It seemed that there was silence for a while, and my father asked Xiaolan's father: "Your daughter is too uncompromising, how can you insist on 8,000 yuan, not a penny less." ”

"Is your family rich?" Ji Yuanzhen asked my father. "If I have money, I won't take it out early to marry your daughter, why are I pretending to be poor here?"

"But once your son came and said that you two had eight thousand dollars in savings. "That's what he said?" Otherwise, how could we have bitten so much? Xiaolan said.

My father exploded in anger and called my name loudly inside, and I was afraid that he would hit me, so he had already hid far away. My father couldn't see me, so he went back to the room where Lan and her father were.

As soon as he entered the house, I walked back and eavesdropped on their conversation. "Why is this kid even a pit for his parents!" "Yes, your son is not well educated!" Xiaolan said on the side.

When my father heard her, he said, "Girl, can you and our baby recover?" He has other girls in his heart. ”

This novel comes from Kanshu.com