Fan Jianqiang came outside the house and found that the person who came was really Yu Xiaolian, and couldn't help but secretly complain: he had already reminded himself that he couldn't play with the creature of women, and he didn't think that not only did he not pay attention to avoidance, but he also took the initiative to rush forward unexpectedly. Isn't this asking for troubles and suffering?

weishenme secretly complained bitterly?

Because, in the evening, he suddenly noticed that his right eyelid was beating hard.

After pondering and pondering, he finally realized that he had done one thing that was not authentic.

No, it's not that it's not authentic, it's too inauthentic!

"Yu Xiaolian, who you like, has already slept with me, just last night-" This is what Lu Erlong said before shooting a brick today, Fan Jianqiang remembers it very clearly.

Obviously, the problem lies in this sentence.

Even if Lu Erlong was injured and rested, it was unlikely that he would go to Yu Xiaolian to sow discord, but there were still a few little bastards behind him.

can follow Lu Erlong everywhere to play around, presumably he is not a bright and upright kid, maybe he likes to do those things that sow discord the most.

After all, no matter how people look at Yu Xiaolian, they are all yellow flower girls, how can they be a delicate water lotus in the countryside, and how can they be kind women who have a deep affection for themselves as an impostor. No matter how ambiguous she is in front of her, it is understandable.

But when it comes to others, they naturally care about face.

As for herself, she was impulsive, opened her mouth, and directly "slept" her, how can this be endured by the girl's family?

Lao Fan and Yijin also followed Fan Jianqiang, but I don't know what happened.

Seeing that it was Yu Xiaolian, they were a lot more relieved.

Because, everyone in the old Fan family knows that the eldest girl of the old Yu family has long had a soft spot for eight taels.

And because of this Yu Xiaolian, not only is her appearance one of the best in Shili Village, but she is also diligent and straightforward, she is a good girl who lives at home, Lao Fan has long liked it in her heart, so she never stops her on weekdays, and she keeps them coming and going with one eye closed.

No, although Yu Xiaolian came angrily, Lao Fan didn't care at all, and only greeted with a smile: "It's Xiaolian, let's come home." I guess it's our family that made you angry. Don't be angry, I'll teach him a lesson. ”

If it were usual, Yu Xiaolian would be polite to Lao Fan, and she could have a "Uncle Fan" on the left and an "Uncle Fan" on the right.

But this time he didn't, and replied angrily, "What did he provoke me?" It's clearly a scourge to me—"

However, she was only halfway through the sentence, and she stopped: how could she say it easily in front of the old man?

After thinking about it, she simply said: "Anyway, your family is bullying, too bullying, I want to settle accounts with him!" Come in, all of you, and it's not you who are bullying me. ”

Hearing this, the old Fan family became interested in the old and the young, and returned to the house with a smile.

In the end, Lao Fan didn't forget to explain: "Eight taels, you kid hurry up and admit your mistake to Xiaolian, otherwise Dad will really teach you a lesson." By the way, it's very dark, turn around, you send Xiaolian all the way home. ”

Fan Jianqiang didn't speak all the time, and when he heard Lao Fan say this, he replied: "I know, Dad."

Actually, what Lao Fan said was not right, it was not so dark.

Not only is it not so dark, but there is also a full moon hanging in the sky.

Under the moonlight, gently soothing a quiet mountain field.

The green in the distance, the grass in the distance, and the high and low stone steps, as if suddenly a misty cloud of smoke rose up. The scattered lights, shrouded in smoke and clouds, are so hazy that people are intoxicated. Accompanied by the insects and frogs that are near and far, it really has a unique taste of "mirage is a pavilion, and the frog sound is an orchestra".

Fan Jianqiang read this Tang poem called "Mengxia".

However, at this moment, he has no poetry in his heart.

He has been struggling with how to calm the anger in Xiaolian's chest.

But what frustrated him was that the more he was eager to find a solution, the more he didn't have it: forget it, or, as Daddy said, admit your mistakes in a proper manner.

However, when the words came to his lips, and he couldn't bear to look directly at Yu Xiaolian's anger and lowered his head, Fan Jianqiang couldn't say it for a while: Seriously, when he grew so big, he almost didn't provoke girls, and he had never done anything to admit his mistakes to a girl's face!

It's too challenging.

Yu Xiaolian, Yu Xiaolian, just spare me.

Of course, this was Fan Jianqiang's plea in his heart, and he didn't say it at all.

"What? Know it's wrong? Still embarrassed? ”

Suddenly, Yu Xiaolian's voice came from the opposite side.

To Fan Jianqiang's surprise, the voice was noticeably softer, like this hazy night, and there was no anger at all before. So, he was taught the fickleness of the creature of women.

In fact, Yu Xiaolian was indeed angry, but she was indeed not angry.

Anyway, it doesn't matter if you're angry or not. The important thing is that she likes the kid in front of her so much that she doesn't belong to her whole body and mind, and follows his every move to float and ripple: if she likes him, she likes all of him, and of course she doesn't mind his bullying. If you can be bullied by him for the rest of your life, then you can bully it casually, you can bully it any way. Even if he can't control himself for a while, it doesn't matter if he wants to do that kind of thing, I'm afraid he doesn't have the guts.

It was under this psychological effect that Yu Xiaolian became as gentle as this moonlight, as if she had forgotten that she was angry.

Surprised to surprised, for fear that he would miss the conversation and be unable to speak, Fan Jianqiang hurriedly whispered: "Yes, I was wrong, in front of so many people, I really shouldn't have said that." Xiaolian, I was also angry at the time, thinking-"

Odd!

Either you can't say it, if you really talk about it, it's very smooth, and you can talk endlessly.

Fan Jianqiang secretly admired himself: it seems that his emotional intelligence still has great potential.

"Brother Eight or Two, if you can admit your mistake, I'm already very happy, don't explain. At least, you didn't say that I was slept with by someone else, hehe-" Only halfway through the words, Yu Xiaolian seemed to be very excited, there was actually a taste of wheezing in her words, paused, and continued, "I heard Ergouzi say that you beat Lu Erlong, and you were very ruthless." I didn't believe it at all, thinking he was joking. When I thought about it again, I became worried, thinking that he might be saying the opposite. Later, I hurriedly ran to inquire, and found out that it was all true. I don't know why, all of a sudden, I'm so happy, I think you're amazing-"

Obviously, in the first half of the sentence, there is a very ambiguous and spicy sentence.

So you mean, it's still acceptable to say that I slept with you? Fan Jianqiang thought stunned.

Moreover, it is indeed necessary to shoot Lu Erlong with bricks, but it is also to do the right thing in the wrong way, even if you Yu Xiaolian loves the house and Wu, you don't have to praise and applaud afterwards. You know, blind obedience is sometimes very sad.

The sorrow of the poor mountains and bad waters is nothing more than this, taking aggressiveness as a matter of ability, and violent impulses as ability, and even so disregarding the merits of the matter, regardless of the cause of the incident. Such a person will only follow the trend, how can he advance into the city of deceit?

The so-called rural encirclement of the city and the scramble to compete with the people in the city for the resources of modern life is also an empty phrase in the end. Rural people who are not armed with modern consciousness are afraid that they will surrender obediently when they get under the city wall, and those who enter the city will also be the fate of servile and servile, but they are just labeled as contemporary.

In fact, the current Fan Jianqiang still lacks understanding of Xiaolian.

How could he know that Yu Xiaolian and Lu Erlong and the others were completely different.

It's not that she doesn't have a conscious proposition, but she would rather give up her conscious proposition for the sake of her children's affection.

She handed over the enthusiasm and joys and sorrows in her heart to him without reservation, and lived with the rhythm of his life, which was essentially a simple attachment and a valuable loyalty.

"Brother Eight Liang, I have a wish, can you fulfill me?" Yu Xiaolian suddenly asked.

"What's your wish?" Fan Jianqiang looked up.

"It's—it's—it's just for you to hug me—" After a short pause, Yu Xiaolian said boldly.

Fan Jianqiang couldn't believe his ears.

During the day, isn't the joke Yu Xiaolian said the same thing?

Well, the current situation is not a joke at all.

Incredibly, it was at this moment that Fan Jianqiang's mind suddenly appeared the scene of seeing Yu Xiaolian during the day: a loose white shirt, sweat-stained folds, and a looming chest-

As a result, he felt short of breath, uncomfortable, and his ears were hot.

Who knows, at this moment, Yu Xiaolian on the opposite side came over, hugged him all at once, and tightened his waist with both hands excitedly, and even pasted the right side of his face, which was attached to his chest.

Fan Jianqiang was shocked, every pore on his body seemed to be shouting, and every drop of blood in his body seemed to be boiling.

There was something even more shocking to him.

Probably aware of the changes in his body, Yu Xiaolian's voice with a little gasp spread out in front of his chest: "Tonight, you can do whatever you want to me, I don't blame you, and I don't blame you after dawn-"

Oh, my God!

Yu Xiaolian is asking me to measure the depth of her small wine glass tonight-