Yuelou Congshan walked hand in hand on the country road. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoThe stars in the sky are numerous, like fireflies caught up by a child, and the appearance of the male and female hosts' meals is reflected on the window paper, adding a bit of warmth and loveliness to this small village.

Yuelou said: "The scenery of Xi'an, Mongolia and Xiamen has its own attitude. People should walk more to live up to this world's best years. ”

"Definitely. If a person has been working all his life, worrying about his family, listening to his wife's nagging, and paying for his children, it is better to die early. ”

"Huh. Luckily, I'm not a nagging woman, otherwise you'd be annoyed by me. ”

"No man can stand a woman who nagged all day long. ”

"There is a kind of man who can stand it". The moon tower pretends to be a mysterious tunnel.

"Which?"

"Monk. A monk can stand a nun who nagging all day long." Yuelou said with a smile.

"Hehe, that's what you can think of." Congshan hugged the waist of Yuelou.

"Actually, there is nothing to nag or not. As long as husband and wife tolerate each other, they will slowly get used to it. ”

"That's the process that's scary. Modern people are too selfish and do not know how to be tolerant. ”

"You're always worried. Every era is the best, and people of any era will find their best home. ”

"If only I could see it. ”

"Follow me, and you'll be happy someday." Yuelou hooked Congshan's little finger like a child.

"I hope so!"

That's how they walked. Under the stars, in the shadows of the trees, in love, walk slowly. I don't know how long or how long I walked.

Their house is even more dilapidated than the master bedroom. Generally, newspapers and calendars are pasted on the walls of farmhouses. But there was nothing on the walls of this room, not even the mud that had been smeared had dried up and fallen. The only furniture on the right-hand side was a gray-wiped table and a kerosene lamp stained with grease on the table.

Yuelou sighed: "I don't know what poverty is now. ”

"Actually, if you were born in such a place, you would not feel poor. There are all kinds of people in the world, and there are all kinds of lives. ”

"Yes, I think people should be romantic and happy when they live. Poverty brings nothing but misery and trouble. ”

"Maybe you're right. But in any case, there will be a gap between the rich and the poor in this world. They don't have a lot of money like you. Romance is not something that comes from longing, and fate is not something that can be changed by hard work. ”

"I said it wrong". Yuelou groaned: "They also have their own romance. It is also romantic to watch children grow up, hold the fruits of the harvest, and enjoy the winter snow in the hot springs. ”

"That's life. Romance depends on cultural cultivation and unique perception to understand ......"

The toilet was made of rudimentary planks with a broken curtain on it.

Satoyama was about to lift the curtain when suddenly a thin white hand lifted it.

The woman was taken aback and fell softly into Congshan's arms.

Cong Shan was hot all over, and said, "You, you get up, it's not good for others to see." ”

The woman didn't look up, her delicate body trembled and said, "Being so frightened by you, my whole body is weak." How do you get up?"

It's not Satoshi who pushes her away, and it's not when she doesn't push away. As she struggled, the woman slowly raised her head.

She snorted slightly: "Am I beautiful, or is your wife beautiful?"

Congshan didn't look over his head and didn't look at her.

The woman waited for a while, and when she saw that Congshan didn't speak, she continued: "Is it me who is beautiful? ”

"If you don't turn your head around, I'll go and tell your wife now. ”

Satoyama had no choice but to turn his head and glare at the woman angrily.

The woman suddenly kissed Satoshi on the lips. Satoyama pushed her away hard.

Although the woman sat on the ground, she still smiled and said, "I like to tempt determined men." ”

"Why are you only coming back now?" Congshan asked as soon as he entered the door.

"I looked at the lights on the sea and I didn't feel out of it." Congshan bowed his head.

Yuelou looked at him tenderly and said, "We will do everything together in the future, so that you won't be lonely." ”

There was a knock on the door, and the woman said, "I'll bring you a futon." ”

The woman and her husband were holding two brand-new futons. The woman went to bed and spread it neatly.

The man said, "Where are you going to play tomorrow?"

"I want to go to a place where men and women take a mixed bath." Yuelou said: "What about you?"

"Wherever you want to go, I'll be with you. ”

"Oh. If you want to go there, let her show you the way." The man looked at his wife tenderly.

"Okay. That's really bothering you." Congshan arched his body.

"It's fine. Then you go to sleep first." The man said loudly.

The woman looked at Yuelou and said, "Is your husband very elegant?" ”

Satoyama heard the woman speak and slowly paced outside.

"Yes. But what attracted me to him was not gentleness, but kindness. ”

The woman looked at Congshan's back and said stupidly: "Yes! Compared with money, kindness is indeed irresistible to all women." ”

Seeing the woman's eyes, Yuelou was jealous again. But she held back immediately.

"If it weren't for his kindness, I would have died". The woman got out of bed and said, "Then I'll go too." ”

"Hmm. ”

As the woman passed by Satoshi Mountain, she looked down at the ground.

"What do you think of that woman?" asked Yuelou.

"She's a little sassy. ”

"Huh". Yuelou smiled: "It's the first time you've commented on a woman like this." ”

"Isn't it?"

"Perhaps. But it's not right for you to judge women like that. She also has her strengths: kindness, generosity, patience, and cleanliness. Look at this room, is it spotless?"

Congshan said disdainfully: "If a woman doesn't 'clean herself', no matter how good her personality is, it's useless." ”

"Really, don't you say that everyone has a destiny that she can't change, and whatever she does, as long as she is happy." Yuelou's eyes also showed helplessness.

"Either way, right is right and wrong is wrong." Satoyama said categorically.

"In fact, people are often hesitant in the face of this kind of problem." Yuelou pondered: "Since you can't figure it out, why don't you come up and sleep?"

In the dead of night, there are crickets singing in the corners of the house. Yuelou felt that even in such a humble room, falling asleep with the singing of crickets and the moonlight full of the house was a romantic thing. She is not disgusted with poverty, but just laments the hardships of the world. Satoyama still fell asleep on his side like a child. She couldn't imagine the joys and sorrows he had experienced.

She quietly looked at his face and listened to his snort. For a long time, she slipped the back of her hand over his face, gently, as if afraid of disturbing his dreams.