But Zhong Emei's house was half-closed all day long, and there was nothing to see in the dark, but every day I saw this old man sitting on the small bench in front of her house, about sixty or seventy years old, with gray hair and thin skin. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

I heard that Zhong Emei also has a husband named Zhang Youde, who hurt one eye when he was young, and it should be him.

Cheng Qinghe passed by here in the morning and evening, strange, the next time he saw the virtuous old clothes dressed in gray flutter and colorless, sitting on the pony at the door, with a wooden stick on his leg and drying bamboo branches there, and a large handful of finished brooms piled up next to him.

"Grandpa, is Grandma Zhong at home lately?" Cheng Qinghe bent down and asked.

Zhang Youdegu took a small bamboo stick and nailed it into the handle, fixed it, and then pressed it and pulled out a ball of hemp rope and wrapped it around, as if he hadn't heard it.

She thought for a moment, looked at the finished products, and asked, "I don't know how to sell this broom?"

The old man reacted at this time, he looked up at Cheng Qinghe, one eye was pale and had no pupils, clearly reflecting her face, and the other eye was there, but the pinhole was generally large, and it was covered with a layer of white membrane.

"Cheng Qinghe." Someone called her behind, and when she looked back, it turned out to be Zhu Jiangtao, the village official.

She raised her eyebrows, this person was not with Mengyuan? Aren't they usually inseparable?

"What are you doing?" Zhu Jiangtao gave her a strange look.

"Nothing."

Looking back again, Zhang Youde tied up the broom again. Cheng Qinghe was depressed and walked home.

There is no human population near Zhong's house, the roadside is full of thorns, and there are occasionally a few black holes dug by unknown animals.

Zhu Jiangtao didn't say anything, and followed all the way silently, if Qinghe turned around at this time, he could see that he was looking her up and down with interested eyes.

Most of the girls in the countryside are tanned, the younger ones don't have much taste, and the older ones have all married early, if it weren't for Mengyuan, he estimated that it would be dry for a few years.

But this little girl in front of me has a special taste~

"By the way, I almost forgot about business, your jujube forest didn't have much passage, and the developer wants to bother you to show the way."

Hearing this, it was about the family, Cheng Qinghe turned his head, saw him with a lazy smile, didn't think much about it, nodded and walked towards the fruit forest.

This took a shortcut, the weeds grew wildly, the road became narrower and narrower, followed by Zhu Jiangtao, who was walking with Xixi, the more she thought about it, the more wrong it became, wait, she stopped, where did her family come from the jujube forest?

A warm body silently attached to her back, Zhu Jiangtao reached out and wrapped his arms around her petite shoulders from behind, and whispered in her ear: "Little thing, say, do you like my brother?"

The defenseless Cheng Qinghe was hugged upright, her scalp was numb, and when she heard this, she gritted her teeth and stepped on the foot behind her.

Zhu Jiangtao let go of her hand with a muffled snort, she took advantage of the situation to break free, but she was dragged by her long hair after taking a few steps.

But seeing that he pressed her into the weeds and crushed her side face on the muddy ground, Cheng Qinghe gasped and widened his eyes.

All this came suddenly, or rather, she was still too weak, she earned it, only to be suppressed more ruthlessly by Zhu Jiangtao.

"Heh, you're good, everyone's good." He gasped and pressed on her, and his big wet and hot hand touched Cheng Qinghe's clothes all the way.

"Let go!" Her delicate mouth and face were distorted by his large hands, and she could not even speak clearly.

Zhu Jiangtao laughed, and his slippery hand continued to swim on her body.

As his hand gradually lowered, she closed her eyes and stopped struggling, but her hand slowly grabbed the mud beneath her.

"I'll kill you, I swear."

But there was boundless despair in my heart, and after despair, there was dead silence.

"I'll kill your ......"

"Zhu Jiangtao, you big bastard."

With a bang, a thick stick swung onto his back, and he flipped over Qinghe with a scream.

"You? What nerves do you have? He looked at the man with a wail, and he didn't spare any hand, and almost broke his waist!

"You still dare to say it, I see you and this little slut going further and further, really doing such an unseemly thing! Are you worthy of me? ”

"Why should I be worthy of you?" Everyone is playing, who takes whom seriously?