Yes, Fan Jianqiang really came.

When Zhou Xiaoyan said that, Fan Jianqiang was really angry, otherwise he wouldn't have treated her so roughly.

So much so that Yu Xiaolian ran away crying later, which made him really unbearable, as if he was very guilty.

Moreover, intuitively, he felt that between Yu Xiaolian and Baliang, there was a relationship similar to a childhood sweetheart that he didn't know, and there must have been a little sweetness and warmth that only they knew.

Right now, his soul supports Baliang, a boy from a mountain village, and it would be too selfish to just blindly pursue his urban life.

What's more, he felt more and more strongly that he was eight taels, the eight taels of the Fan family.

Then, as long as it is a matter of eight taels, he must not ignore it, and he should take over in all aspects as he is determined to fight for the dignity of the family for Lao Fan's family.

In this way, Yu Xiaolian is part of what she should take over.

Therefore, after thinking for a long time, Fan Jianqiang decided to come to Yu Xiaolian and at least explain to her clearly: In the depths of his soul, there is no distinction between high and low, only good and evil, and hopes that her mood can calm down.

At this moment, Fan Jianqiang had already left the window and retreated to the intersection on the side, waiting quietly under the hazy starry sky.

Although the night is dark, from here, you can vaguely observe the movement at the door of Xiaolian's house.

It was eerily quiet, so quiet that you could hear the sounds of insects and birds in the grass around you, and even the chirping of bobcats and mouses a little farther away.

However, there was no movement at the door, no lights in the window, and no figure flashing in the door.

Perhaps, Yu Xiaolian fell asleep and never heard it.

Perhaps, Yu Xiaolian's self-esteem was really hurt, and even if she heard it, she pretended not to hear it, and she had no intention of coming out.

I can't tell if it's disappointment or regret, Fan Jianqiang shook his head, planning to wait another minute, if there is still no movement, he will leave, and talk about it tomorrow.

To his delight, he suddenly felt as if a crack had opened in the door.

Blinking his eyes to be sure, he noticed that the gap had grown larger again.

Then he saw a slender black shadow, moving out from inside the door, bit by bit.

It can't be wrong, it must be Yu Xiaolian!

For some reason, Fan Jianqiang suddenly felt a little moved: she was still so angry during the day, as long as she called her, she was like forgetful, forgetting all those angers, and then all according to our meaning, even if it was a dark rumbling night.

Such a girl is really clearer and mellower than that mountain spring!

"Brother Eight Two-"

Just as he was thinking, the dark shadow had crept towards the intersection and let out a slight call.

"Here, Xiaolian."

Fan Jianqiang didn't think about it, and tried his best to suppress his throat and answer softly.

As if seeing Fan Jianqiang, the black shadow immediately strengthened his steps and came quickly on tiptoe.

Nearby, Yu Xiaolian, who was wearing pajama pants and a coat, was a little excited, raised her chin, and whispered in surprise: "Brother Eight or Two, it's so late, why are you still coming out, it's cold outside." However, I was so happy to hear your voice that I thought it was a dream. Don't stand here, we might be seen, we go to the haystack on the west side of the house, and we can block the cool air of the night—"

As she spoke, Yu Xiaolian couldn't help but say, she actually grabbed Fan Jianqiang's right hand and dragged him towards the grass pile on the west side of the house.

Fan Jianqiang was naturally surprised, after all, he was pulled by Yu Xiaolian's warm little hand, and his whole body seemed to be wrapped in warmth, and his heart was crispy and soft, and he couldn't tell what it was like.

And because he couldn't tell what it was, his feet involuntarily followed Yu Xiaolian's rhythm.

This situation was something he never expected.

So, when he followed Yu Xiaolian to the back of the haystack, because he suddenly bumped into a soft body, his throat was so dry that he couldn't say anything.

That's right, Yu Xiaolian suddenly stopped and let go of his hand.

But she didn't immediately turn around, just stood there, not moving.

Moreover, she emitted a fast-paced gasp, though it sounded faint due to her deliberate control.

For a moment, the air and the night seemed to freeze, making people panic, and the silence around them was so quiet that it made people trance.

"Say, Brother Eight or Two, what are you looking for me?"

After a stalemate, Yu Xiaolian broke the silence and still said with her back to her.

"I-I'm sorry-"

Fan Jianqiang had always focused his attention on the hand that was pulled by Yu Xiaolian just now, because he felt that those fingers seemed to be stiff and couldn't move at all.

Suddenly hearing Yu Xiaolian's question, he was nervous again, and blurted out an answer in confusion, so that he stuttered for the first time.

In fact, he said "regretted" because he wanted to say to Xiaolian that he regretted ignoring her all the time, so she had an inferiority complex and said those vain words.

In other words, the only purpose of his coming to Yu Xiaolian tonight was to tell her: he would not look down on her, not only would he not look down on her, but he also felt that she was very reckless, kind, and cute.

Yu Xiaolian obviously misunderstood, suddenly turned around and said in surprise: "What? You say you regret it? ”

Fan Jianqiang, who had eased up a little, was very calm this time, nodded and replied, "Yes, I regret it." I shouldn't have done that to you, so sad that you shed so many tears—"

Yu Xiaolian interrupted anxiously: "Brother Eight Liang, is what you said true?" I can't believe it! ”

Listening to Yu Xiaolian's irrepressible anxious voice, Fan Jianqiang was relieved, his mood calmed down a lot, and said with a smile: "It's all true, I don't lie to you, you can swear." ”

He thought that after Yu Xiaolian listened to his words, she would be able to forget the sadness of the day and smile with her.

At the very least, go back to the room, lie in bed, and don't walk into the dream in sadness.

However, the development of events clearly deviated from his conjecture.

Listening to his oath, Yu Xiaolian did not show the joy he expected, nor even smiled, but lowered her head and was silent for a long time, refusing to look up for a long time, and never said a word.

This made Fan Jianqiang feel inexplicable, and because the night was so hazy, every word standing behind this haystack seemed to breed an ambiguous taste.

So, he didn't speak either, just waited.

After a while, Yu Xiaolian seemed to sigh, and then actually took two small steps forward, almost sending her entire body to Fan Jianqiang's chest, and then raised her chin, staring at Fan Jianqiang with tender eyes, but her words were obviously mixed with a little sadness: "Brother Eight or two, come on, do whatever you want, Xiaolian is willing, I won't blame you, I will never blame you-"

As she spoke, she became excited, slowly stretched out her hands, and hurriedly groped between the hips on both sides of Fan Jianqiang, and finally touched the two hands, and then grabbed them tightly, several times trembling, a few hesitations, a few retreats, and suddenly let go out, and pulled them over-

This time, it's not as good as before, and it's obviously not a simple pull.

Because, this pull, it is a 45-degree angle of italic xiangshang, straight to Xiaolian's still undulating chest, zuihou at the same time on the two jerky and round spheres, and form a covering shape-

One second, two seconds, three seconds.

Half a minute passed, a minute passed.

Fan Jianqiang was so shocked that his heartbeat reached his throat, as if he had forgotten whether this was reality or a dream.

He really didn't expect Yu Xiaolian to do this, and he really didn't touch the girl's crisp breasts with his own hands.

Incredibly, this first touch with his own hands, although separated by a thin layer of clothing, was so real and delicate that it made his whole body boil.

It was as if the whole body and mind of the girl's family were held in the palm of her hand, sometimes tender, sometimes lingering, sometimes trembling, real and thorough-

No.

It can't be like this.

I'm here to explain.

Fan Jianqiang resisted and reminded himself so.

However, he clearly felt stiffness again, not just in his mechanical hands and arms.

"Brother Eight or Two - you strip me naked - all stripped naked-" As if afraid that the heartbeat at this moment would suddenly disappear, Yu Xiaolian's hands kept tightly pressing the strange but warm hands, the hands that covered her chest, the hands that trembled like her chest, and occasionally rubbed it gently with her fingertips, and then lowered her head and muttered the desire in her heart, and then burst into tears, "Brother Eight or two, although Xiaolian is not as delicate as the girl in the city, her body is the body of a yellow flower girl, and she must not lack that water spirit." Although I like you very much and want to be nice to you for a lifetime, I also know that you will eventually fly out of Shili Village and live with those girls in the city. But I, Yu Xiaolian, am dead-eyed, if I don't give you this virgin body, I will regret it for the rest of my life. You can take it with confidence, don't think about anything, this is also Xiaolian's unspoken wish-"

Yes, for that heartfelt like, Yu Xiaolian has always had a wish, that is, to give her first time to Baliang.

Originally, it was because of dreams, dreams and eight taels lived happily together.

Now, it's because of helplessness, but if I don't let it out this time, I'm afraid there will be no chance again.

Moreover, in her consciousness, it would be a sin not to give this virgin body to the person she deeply liked: this virgin body was born with eight taels, and no one could take it away!

And the ambiguous taste can be so permeated in the grass pile at night, obviously the main reason is that Yu Xiaolian completely misunderstood, and misunderstood the purpose of Fan Jianqiang's night come.

And the trigger lies in the sentence, "I regret it".

Yes, thinking of the abrupt rolling pin, thinking of this dark night, thinking of him saying "regretted", Yu Xiaolian simply thought that he was regretting what happened in the mulberry forest last night. Otherwise, why would he come at this time?

In this way, she was originally reckless, and she no longer cared about the shyness of girls, and she had to explain herself cleanly.

Seeing that the boy on the other side was still stiff, and he could still make a clear and pleasant gasping sound, Yu Xiaolian thought that he wanted to but didn't dare, so she simply lightly cushioned her toes, stood up again, wrapped both arms around his neck, and then half-tilted her head and kissed him gently.

After a moment, it stopped again.

Then, kiss it gently.

And so on and so forth, five or six times in a row.

But the rhythm of the kiss is obviously accelerating, faster and faster each time.

So, the next time she kissed, she no longer stopped, but sucked selflessly, and even pulled out a hand, slowly stretched out to her chest, tremblingly peeled off the clothes on her body, and soon naked-

And at this moment, Fan Jianqiang has lost all resistance.

Because, a sudden consciousness is controlling him, guiding him, and encouraging him: You are Fan Baliang, and Yu Xiaolian is originally yours.

So, when Yu Xiaolian shrank naked in his arms, constantly gasping, constantly kissing, and suddenly Xiangxia groped after unbuttoning his pants for himself, he couldn't hold back anymore, and suddenly lowered his head and kissed it back.

zuihou, even more so that when Xiaolian had not completely flattened her coat on the ground, he picked it up domineeringly, and then put it down impatiently, and pressed it down-

"Brother Eight or Two - I'm going to hurt a lot - you have to hold me tight-"

"Don't be nervous—I'll slow down—"

"Ahh

"Is this it? I can't help it—"

"It's like-it seems to be--leave me alone--I'm not afraid-I'm not afraid of pain-"

Strangely, more than ten minutes later, the movement in the haystack was still messy and rhythmless, although the wheezing sound became more and more intense.

They are like lost children, anxiously looking for a way home, only to be told that there is no way!

Twenty minutes passed, and the situation still hadn't changed.

"Brother Eight or Two--Is Mine Too Small-"

"I don't know-what to do-"

"Brother Eight or two, I have a small flashlight in my coat, you take care of it, am I too young. Otherwise, it's your too--don't laugh-"

Needless to say, the dry haystack is full of the ignorance and youthfulness of young men and women, and the little starlight in the night sky, which seems to have been awakened, and may be anxious for them.