Not long after Wu Xiutao left, Wang Zheng heard "Bai Mao" screaming at the door again. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"White hair" recognizes people, and it won't call when it meets a familiar person, it recognizes Wu Xiutao, and I don't know if there is a stranger at the door again.

So, Wang Zheng leaned on the window and looked at the gate outside the patio.

Wang Zheng saw that his aunt Wu Xiuhong was standing in the middle of the patio in a daze, looking at the gate, and at the gate of Wang Zheng's house, there was a man wearing a military uniform. The man was about the same age as his aunt, and Wang Zheng looked a little familiar.

"Xiu, Xiuhong, I'm leaving tomorrow." The man at the door looked at Wu Xiuhong and said after a long time.

Wu Xiuhong lowered her head, her fingers tangling with her long hairs. Her face was particularly beautiful against the white snow on the ground.

"How do you know I'm here?"

Wang Zheng suddenly remembered, wasn't the person standing at the door Zhao Yong, my aunt's high school classmate? Later, Zhao Yong became a soldier and often wrote letters to his aunt, and even when his aunt got married later, Zhao Yong also wrote letters to his aunt. It was because of this incident that Sun Youqian did not beat his aunt less.

Later, Zhao Yong learned about his aunt, and came to Taohualing Village to beat Sun Youqian fiercely, breaking Sun Youqian's six ribs. However, just in time for the crackdown, Zhao Yong was sentenced to three years for intentional injury, and there was no follow-up to the matter of turning a positive person, and then there was no more news.

It can be seen that this Zhao Yong really likes his aunt.

"I, I'll go to your house, your mother said you were here, so I inquired."

"What are you doing with me?" Wu Xiuhong blushed.

"I, I'm going to be a soldier, I'll talk to you."

At this time, Wang Zheng suddenly pushed open the door of the house and shouted outside: "Auntie, your friend won't be allowed to come inside the house when he comes, how cold it is outside." ”

Wu Xiuhong also felt that everyone was coming, and it was a little unreasonable not to let her sit in the house for a while, so she said a little embarrassedly: "My nephew, you can sit in the house for a while." ”

Zhao Yong nodded, closed the fence door, and walked into the house.

"You haven't eaten yet, I'll cook for you." Wu Xiuhong said something, and went out without waiting for Zhao Yong's reply.

Wang Zheng smiled at Zhao Yong, watched his aunt go out, and then asked in a low voice, "Is your name Zhao Yong?" ”

Zhao Yong was surprised, smiled, took a small bench, and sat next to Wang Zheng to the stove.

"How do you know my name?"

Wang Zheng looked mysterious, leaned over to Zhao Yong, and then whispered: "My aunt often mentions you." ”

Zhao Yong blinked, a little unconvinced what the kid in front of him said.

"What did he do with me?"

"Hey, look why you're so confused, she often mentions you, which means she likes you!" Wang Zheng's eyes were a little naughty.

"Really? Don't tease me, you little doll! Zhao Yong felt some joy in his heart.

"What am I teasing you for? But don't tell anyone that I told you this! Wang Zheng looked at Zhao Yong with a grin.

At this time, Wu Xiuhong walked in from the outside and said to Wang Zheng with a smile: "Wang Zheng, what good thing to tell my classmates?" You accompany my big brother first, and I'll go and make food for you. After speaking, Wu Xiuhong walked to the back room, took out some sweet potatoes, and walked out.

"Did you see that my aunt was going to make something delicious, if you didn't come, she would be able to make something delicious? Doesn't that mean she likes you? Wang Zheng wrapped the quilt on his body again, and said while pinching a piece of roasted sweet potato chips and eating them.

"She really likes me?" Zhao Yong frowned.

"Of course!" Wang Zheng was a little angry, why didn't this person believe what he said?

"Then what are you telling me about this?"

Wang Zheng really wanted to scold this unenlightened guy, this guy is really a wood.

"You don't like my aunt?" Wang Zheng looked at Zhao Yong with a long mouth and asked.

Zhao Yong didn't speak, but nodded very seriously.

"You like my aunt, and my aunt likes you, do you need me to continue?"

However, after listening to Wang Zheng's words, Zhao Yong did not speak, but pinched a small piece of roasted sweet potato and took a bite.

In this era, people are still very conservative about emotional matters, especially in rural areas, even if they are happy, both parties always dare not pierce the layer of window paper. However, in matters of affection, encouragement can often play a great role, and sometimes even this role is decisive.

"Well, I'll give you a chance later, you can take advantage of it."

This time, Zhao Yong raised his head and looked at Wang Zheng as if he had grasped a life-saving straw: "How to grasp it?" ”

"Stupid! Confession! This kind of thing can't wait for the woman to take the initiative, right? ”

Listening to Wang Zheng's words, Zhao Yong lowered his head again. Now, Wang Zheng really doesn't want to speak.

After a while, Wu Xiuhong brought a plate of shredded sweet potatoes and put them steaming on the table.

"Zhao Yong, try the sweet potato I made."

Wang Zheng saw that Zhao Yong was in a daze, so he threw the quilt wrapped around him on the bed, took his hand and said, "Big brother, my aunt called you." ”

"Hey, what?"

Wu Xiuhong shook her head with a smile, looked at Zhao Yong, who was pulled to the table, and said, "Eat it while it's hot, it's not delicious if it's cold." ”

"I said Auntie, these days I shouted for you to make me a sweet potato, but you ignored me, why did you do it as soon as the big brother came? Hey, hey, hey. Wang Zheng smiled maliciously, and Wu Xiuhong's face turned red when he brushed it.

"What do children talk about? No matter how you say it, you can be considered a guest when you come. ”

"I don't think it's just the guests, right? Hee-hee-hee. ”

"Looking for a fight, huh? Wang Zheng, do I see if your ass is itchy? ”

Wu Xiuhong raised her hand to make it look like she was going to hit Wang Zheng, but Zhao Yong hurriedly stretched out his hand to block it, and said, "Xiuhong should not be like a child. ”

Wu Xiuhong still had a fake anger on her face, glared at Wang Zheng and said, "For the sake of the big brother's face, I will spare you today." ”

Wang Zheng watched his aunt walk out, stuck out her tongue and made a grimace. Then he whispered to Zhao Yong: "My aunt has a bad temper, if you really plan to ask her to be your wife, you have to think about it." ”

"It's okay, I'm good-tempered."

After saying this, Zhao Yong's face suddenly turned red.

After Wu Xiuhong went out, she quickly brought a plate of sour and hot shredded potatoes and a plate of steamed buns.

"Zhao Yong, do you drink?" Wu Xiuhong looked at Zhao Yong and asked.

Zhao Yong hurriedly waved his hand and said, "No, no, no, I haven't learned to drink yet." ”

Wang Zheng hurriedly grabbed a few mouthfuls of rice, then stood up and said as he ran out, "Auntie, I'm going to Yang Ming's house to play." ”

"Hey, how did you go?" Wu Xiuhong wanted to stop her nephew, but she didn't.