Urban bewitching women, mostly like red wine.

The ruddy and tender lips and the crystal clear goblets tease each other as if they were slowly licking and licking, and a small slice of red wine slid lightly into the jade throat. The woman's sexiness at this time, full and graceful, is written on the limbs, as if summoning the courage of a hardy man.

Unlike urban style women, village women are more simple and basically not good at expressing themselves with body language. When gagging, I also like to talk about things by drinking and the like, such as: Oh, people are the depth of a small wine glass, where can you get in as much as your cucumbers?

Fan Jianqiang, who inexplicably traveled to Shili Village in 2006, has heard of such simple words as a village woman, but has been thinking about his fate in a low voice.

Before the crossing, he was an orphan rescued by the neighborhood committee. Since entering the second year of junior high school, he has firmly believed that God rewards hard work, and has taken the Chinese textbook "Heaven will descend on the people, and they must first work their minds, muscles and bones, and starve their bodies and skin" as the motto of his life, and he has worked hard day and night. Even on weekends, after completing his homework, he likes to soak in the library in the city.

However, fate played a big joke on Fan Jianqiang. All the way to the end of the college entrance examination, as if in a trance, he felt very tired, soft, and then swirled until he couldn't see anything, couldn't hear anything, and lost all consciousness.

Yes, this is sudden death, sudden death after exhaustion!

Yes, the fate of this son of a bitch. A runner who runs for the goal set in his heart, and his greatest wish is to touch the trophy of success with his own hands. However, at the first moment when the runner was exhausted to complete the course, fate forcibly invited him out of the arena of life, and even cruelly deprived him of the right to know the final result.

Now, it has been more than a week since he traveled to the poor countryside, and before he could get familiar with everything here, fate arranged for him to take over the unknown life of a mountain village boy named Fan Baliang. This made him excited for a short time, and he soon fell into a state of confusion.

Coincidentally, this person's surname is also Fan.

Moreover, this kid named Fan Baliang has just been admitted to Qingzhou Normal University.

At this moment, although it is the season of July, the clouds are light and the wind is light, the sun is mild, the chest is shining, and the green is ignorant, but it is just a pleasant early summer.

Holding the admission letter, jumping off the broken wall halfway up the old Wu Mountain, Fan Jianqiang took a few steps forward and looked down at the village below the slope.

"Brother Eight or Two - Brother Eight Two - "

Suddenly there were two calls from the little girl's house down the slope, and the sound was mixed with joy, very crisp and tactful.

Coming back from his thoughts, Fan Jianqiang looked sideways at the ramp on the side of Xiangyou, and saw a girl without makeup, holding a little girl of five or six years old, trotting towards him.

This girl without makeup, he knows, her name is Yu Xiaolian.

It is said that in the days when Fan Baliang was knocked out by a brick, Yu Xiaolian ran to his house twice in three days, and she cried and cried.

Of course, these are all things that Fan Jianqiang only heard about later.

The person who said these things was naturally Yu Xiaolian.

As for the five or six-year-old girl, Fan Jianqiang had never seen it.

"Yu Xiaohe, come on, let your eight or two brothers take a look. Do you know? Your eighth brother is the most knowledgeable person in our Shili Village, and he is the first in the town in the college entrance examination this time, and he is a college undergraduate, but he is a cow. Come on, let the eighth brother hug and touch the fragrance of his book-" Before she could get closer, Yu Xiaolian, who was dressed in a clean white shirt, pushed her sister and happily sent it to Fan Jianqiang.

When she spoke, Yu Xiaolian gasped for fragrance, her face was pink, and her white shirt was quite loose, perhaps because of the sweat, folds were attached to her chest, making her originally subtle chest suddenly smart and eye-catching.

It is worth mentioning that between talking and laughing, Yu Xiaolian's eyes always seem to be staring at Fan Jianqiang, and she is reluctant to move away for a moment.

Yu Xiaohe was very unhappy, pouting, straightening his arms hard, and shrinking back vigorously.

Fan Jianqiang barely squeezed out a smile and wanted to say something, but he clearly heard Yu Xiaolian half-reprimanding and half-jokingly say: "If you don't let the eighth brother hug, then the sister will let the eighth brother hug, don't give you a cheap-"

This is about 165 in size, delicate duck egg face, delicate face, fair skin, well-proportioned body, at first glance it is a delicate water lotus in the clear water pond. If you change out of the village clothes and pants, change into the small fashion of the city girl, and then supplement it with light makeup, I am afraid that it will be very handsome.

For a rural village girl like Xiaolian, she is really handsome to one out of ten, and Fan Jianqiang will never be frightened by her and become a nymphomaniac.

In fact, he has a dull pain in his heart and a city in his chest.

That's right, the city, the city that belongs to men! The life of diligent study is naturally black and white, in order to be able to have a colorful urban life after burying your head. Otherwise, what's the point of life?

Therefore, Fan Jianqiang was basically not interested in Xiaolian's jokes, and he did not take advantage of this to make some small profits by the way. Frowning, he put the admission letter in his pocket, and then left Yu Xiaolian without saying a word and walked down the ramp alone.

Seeing this situation, Yu Xiaolian was so anxious that she stomped her feet, turned around and became angry with Yu Xiaohe beside her: "It's all your fault that you don't let the eight or two brothers hug, what's the hug?" Will you die? Ask your eight or two brothers to hug, this big happy thing, your sister dreams about it, do you still feel wronged? You wait, go back and settle accounts with you—"

It seems that he is worried that after such chatter, Fan Jianqiang may have gone away long ago, Yu Xiaolian hurriedly turned around before she finished speaking, and shouted at the back on the ramp, half coquettish, half complaining: "Brother Eight or two, don't be angry, I'm joking with you." I have come up to tell you that the beautiful woman from the city has come to your house. I've heard that she is a senior official in the county, and she is more tolerant than the deputy county magistrate. However, my father also said that this kind of beautiful woman is good to you, she is all pretending, in fact, her heart is broken, don't be deceived by her-"

Afraid that her words would cause Fan Jianqiang to be more unhappy, Yu Xiaolian also explained: "That's what my father said, but I didn't say it!" ”

Yu Xiaohe, who was on the side, raised his head and whispered, "Sister, my father didn't say that-"

Yu Xiaolian pinched her little arm: "When Dad told me, were you there?" Are you there? Not there, right? Listen to my sister, what my sister says is what it is. If you are disobedient again, my sister will not take you out to play in the future. ”

In fact, the "beautiful woman from the city" that Yu Xiaolian said, Fan Jianqiang knows a little.

A few days ago, a man claiming to be the secretary of the Shili Village Party Committee called him to the office of the village committee, where he held a so-called political meeting with an old-fashioned face and a dignified tone. And the people attending the meeting, except for the village party secretary named Lao Xu, only Fan Jianqiang.

"Minister Guan is a member of the Standing Committee of the Xinghua County Party Committee and Minister of Propaganda! Do you know how big an official that is? You kid hear clearly, since my Lao Xu became the secretary of the village party committee, the biggest official who has come to our Shili Village is the deputy mayor. And she can tear down the mayor like a toy. For example, I can teach you like my own son, but she can treat me like a grandson so much that I can't even tell the difference, do you understand? What are you laughing at, kid? Be serious-" This is what Secretary Xu said to himself that day, Fan Jianqiang remembers it clearly.

The reason why Fan Jianqiang laughed was because one night, he saw the female minister surnamed Guan on the news on the county TV station, but she was only twenty-seven or eighteen years old. Can a young woman in her twenties have a grandson like Lao Xu? Pure!

However, he paid attention to the TV picture that night, this female minister named Guan Yan, who seems to be as her name, is not only young and promising, but also really a beauty embryo: a tall figure of about 170, a thin and graceful figure, wearing fashionable wavy curly hair, wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses with thin feet, walking behind those fat-headed and big-eared men like a model, there is really a taste of "a touch of amazement behind the withered vines and old trees".

However, he still has to wonder in the end: It stands to reason that Fan Baliang is just a poor child in a poor rural area, and it is really unreliable to let a member of the Standing Committee of the county party committee come to visit him in person. Moreover, Shili Village is located in the northernmost part of Xinghua County, not to mention the leaders of the county party committee, the leaders of the town rarely set foot in it.

Thinking of Yu Xiaolian's enthusiasm, Fan Jianqiang smiled secretly as he walked: Could it be that this poor child named Baliang was born with the evil luck of provoking women? Still so good at both inside and out, up and down? It seems that this rebirth of reversing fate is not without pressure.

After all, playing with a creature like a woman is very challenging for Fan Jianqiang.

After all, there are a few nights when he, like most energetic young men, always reminds himself: A small masturbation is pleasant, a big masturbation hurts the body, and a strong masturbation is going to be wiped out.

"Brother Eight or Two, when you go down the mountain, walk around the Lu family's shop, and the bastard who slapped you with a brick is playing cards there. You're afraid of being beaten, don't ask him to beat him again-" This Yu Xiaolian is really haunted, her mother-in-law and mother are endless, and she has chased after her from behind at some point.

Surprisingly, this time, Fan Jianqiang stopped suddenly, and then slowly turned around, frowning thickly: "Tell me, what's the name of that bastard?" ”

Yu Xiaolian was out of breath and blurted out: "The second dragon of the Lu family!" You forgot? ”

Of course, Fan Jianqiang didn't forget, but he really didn't know who shot that brick.

He vaguely remembered that Yu Xiaolian had hinted with a blushing face that the bastard who slapped this brick was because of envy, jealousy and hatred for him.

Or, at this time, Fan Jianqiang was already clearly conscious: Fan Baliang and Fan Jianqiang were originally one person!

Then, first find that brick back, and use it as the foundation of your own atypical crossing.

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