Chapter 120: It Turns Out Not to Be Biological

readx;?“ Siyu, you are really, don't you say two words less? Why do you have to make your mother unhappy, are you happy? Meng Zhi also walked out of the room at this moment, came to Meng Siyu's side, and grabbed her arm, although her voice was not very loud, but it was very stern. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. biquge。 info

Huan Mengzhi turned her head to look at the third aunt again, and said unhurriedly: "I said aunt, you are an elder, and we juniors are not easy to say anything about you, so don't blame Siyu anymore." ”

"Oh, don't you see it?" Mengzhi cast her eyes on Xueluo's side, "There are still guests here today, you can't let people show you a joke." In my opinion, that's it. Besides, if you look at the sky, it is estimated that it will rain after a while, or else, if you don't drive the car into the garage later, let the rain rain for a while, maybe it will be cleaner than wiping it with a rag. I'll help you get the car into the garage later. ”

The third aunt glanced at Xueluo, who was standing not far from the door, snorted lightly, pouted and said, "Okay, for the sake of the presence of guests again, I will let you go for the time being this time." Don't have a next time, as a junior, you have to look like a junior," after finishing a sentence, he brushed his sleeves away without waiting for a response.

Seeing that the third aunt had left, things seemed to have settled, and Xueluo stepped forward and said to Meng Siyu with an aggrieved face, "Hello, we meet again." ”

Meng Siyu also responded softly: "Hello." Then he lowered his head for some reason and said no more. It's just that the roots of the ears are slightly red.

"Ah, Snowfall, you know? When did we meet, and how did I not know? Where have you seen it? A series of questions came out of Mengzhi's mouth. Then I watched the snow fall for a while, and then looked at Meng Siyu's face, which was full of curiosity and surprise.

"Oh, we just have a relationship, this is how it is, didn't Meng Lian and I stop at the entrance of the village to watch? I also met Meng Siyu, I didn't even say a word at that time, it's rare that Miss Siyu can still remember it, it's really an honor to be in the next! ”

Meng Zhi leaned her head close to Meng Siyu, a pair of eyes stared at Meng Siyu's cheeks slightly red, she lowered her head and didn't know where to put her hands, I don't know how long it took, suddenly Meng Zhi let go of the hand holding Meng Siyu, covered her lips with the other hand, and let out a strange laugh of 'hehe'. Now Meng Siyu lowered her head.

"Hey, what are you still doing standing outside, it's windy, don't you know it's going to rain this day? Are they all waiting to be drenched in soup! Meng Lian's words suddenly broke the atmosphere of the scene. I don't know if it's intentional.

After Menglian stepped into the house first, Xueluo also bowed her hand to the two sisters, "I'm really sorry, then I'll go in first, and we'll talk again in the house." May I? ”

"Let's go in too." Looking at the back of Xueluo turning around, Meng Zhi pulled Meng Siyu, who was still with her head down and didn't know what she was thinking, and also followed up the house quickly.

Meng Siyu didn't stay in the living room for long, so she went back to her room alone, and I don't know if it was because of her thin skin, personality, or unsociability.

With a soft sound of the door closing, only Xueluo, Menglian and Mengzhi were still sitting in the entire living room, and the three of them were talking with each other, all of them were unnutritious words. No one can remember what they said.

Suddenly, Xueluo asked Mengzhi a question that might be embarrassing, which should be regarded as Mengzhi's family matter: "You, Meng Siyu and Sangu should all be a family, shouldn't a family love each other, so why do your third aunt have to make things so difficult for Mengsiyu." Is there a reason for this? "Xueluo has been fighting in my heart for Siyu's things all the time."

"Maybe it's because she wasn't born to my dad." Mengzhi's words were light, but they were earth-shattering, which aroused Xueluo's great curiosity.

"Not biological?" Once again, the snowfall emphasized.

"That's right, she wasn't born to my father, about five years ago, she suddenly came to this family, and she married with a woman, Ye Xiaoma, who is my current mother, at first my dad also told me that I must treat her like a sister. That's what I've always done. ”

Mengzhi paused for a moment and said: "But I don't know why, the third aunt just looks at her unpleasantly, when my dad was still there, she still knew to be a little more restrained, and now that my dad has passed away, she will think of various ways to deal with her every day." I can't help it. Try to persuade when you can.

"Why is that? Even if she's not your dad's own. There's no reason for your third aunt to look at her so unpleasantly, there has to be a reason for it. Xueluo continued to ask.

"How do you say that, I think. My third aunt said such a sentence. ”

"Oh, what did your third aunt say, why did she hate Meng Siyu so much?" Xueluo asked curiously.

"She said, 'She doesn't want the Dream Family's huge estate to fall into the hands of two people who are not related to the Dream Family.'

After a conversation with Mengzhi, Xueluo had a preliminary understanding of the family, and Xueluo, who was chatting with Mengzhi, suddenly saw Mengsiyu come out of the room and change her clothes.

Meng Siyu walked through the living room without stopping, walked to the door, took an umbrella from the umbrella stand, and hurried out the door. 'What is she going out for?' Xueluo thought.

Seeing that Xueluo had been looking at Meng Siyu's departing back, Meng Zhi patted Xueluo's shoulder, "Are you wondering what Siyu is going out to do so late, right?" ”

"Yes, it's going to rain today, even if you're in a hurry to meet your lover, you don't have to choose this time." The snow falls a little sullenly.

"Hehe, a few days ago, Uncle Zhang from the neighboring village celebrated his 80th birthday, and his son invited a troupe for him in the village to sing a big opera for three days, today is the last day, she should be going to see the play. If you want to hear it, I can take you there. Meng Zhile said.

"What kind of drama is singing on this stage?" Xueluo asked curiously.

"There's everything, but it's still based on lotus falling, and our people here, whether old or young, will hum a sentence or two."

"The lotus flower has fallen! I've seen it on TV before, but I haven't seen the real version yet, so I have to watch it well this time, but do we all have to go to the theater with an umbrella, it seems a little inconvenient. ”

"Don't worry, the shed should have been built at this time, and the drainage ditch is estimated to have been dug, and the organizer should still have this bit of eyesight."

"Will there be a lot of people on the scene? Will it be crowded? Do you want to move a stool over? ”

"No, there will be a scene, there will not be many people, people from several nearby villages are estimated to pass, but no one has a TV now, and the atmosphere of watching TV may not be as lively as the scene. But people who are farther away don't have the energy to make a trip, no, it's good to have a hundred people. “

Xueluo, who was just about to walk out of the door, suddenly collided with a person, and took half a step back without retreating, and the person outside the house was about thirty years old, and his whole body exuded an elegant atmosphere. However, there was a rattan tied around his waist, which seemed incompatible with his temperament.

"I'll introduce you to it." Mengzhi pointed to the middle-aged man and said to Xueluo, "This is my father's best friend Lan Wurong, who is also my tutor and a teacher, and he lives in my house for the time being. ”

Then he pointed to Xueluo and said, "This is Xueluo, Menglian's friend." ”

"Hello." Lan Wurong stretched out his right hand, Xueluo also stretched out his hand and shook it gently, and when he withdrew his hand, his eyes still inadvertently glanced at the rattan on Lan Wurong's waist. (To be continued.) )