Originally, Liang Chaxiang didn't take this little episode to heart, put on her white work apron and coiled her long hair in a hat to watch her machine go. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

But when it was time for dinner, when the workers in the workshop got together to eat, Liang Chaxiang was not good, and almost everyone looked at her with idiotic eyes.

The next afternoon, everyone at work pointed at her, so that she touched her face inexplicably and asked Zhu Zhenzhen and Jiang Huafang if there was anything on their faces that had not been washed.

Camellia Wang was even more busy and came over to ask her what was going on.

After listening to the cause and effect, she only said that she was stupid, and a good opportunity was wasted.

In the next few days, Liang Chaxiang became a news figure in Xinglongchang, and everyone in the whole factory knew the "Liang fool" in the front workshop.

After the night shift this day, she dragged her tired steps and pushed open the door of her house, thinking that she would lie down as soon as possible and sleep beautifully in her warm bed.

The cold Qiumo's cold voice sounded from the bedroom, "Get out of here!" ”

Liang Chaxiang was apprehensive in her heart, and mechanically stepped into Qiumo's bedroom.

The old-fashioned wooden carved bed is hung with a pale cyan kudzu mosquito net, and the autumn ink half-lying on the bed is hidden in it, which is faintly unreal.

"You come in with me."

Qiu Mo got up from the bed and turned into the cubicle.

"Get on your knees!"

Qiu Mo, who had a frosty face, and his eyes were as cold as a sharp knife.

Liang Chaxiang obediently knelt on the futon of the small dark room that Qiu Mo had specially carved out in her bedroom, and on the small offering table in front of her placed the dark spiritual seats of her grandfather and mother.

Qiu Mo gritted his teeth and picked up the feather duster hanging in the corner of the wall and pumped it at Liang Chaxiang.

The feather duster with the whirring wind fell on Liang Chaxiang's arm as fast as lightning.

"Grandma!" Liang Chaxiang bounced up from the ground and separated from a safe distance, "Where did I make you angry again." ”

His hands caressed the sore spots, and Liang Cha's fragrant black jewel-like dazzling eyes were covered with a layer of moisture.

Looking at Liang Chaxiang's beautiful eyes and crying, Qiumo only felt that the turbid breath pressed on his chest instantly burned into a raging fire, and stepped to Liang Chaxiang's side in three steps and two steps, picked up the feather duster in his hand, split his head and covered his face, and greeted Liang Chaxiang's body.

"Call you disobedient, call you disobedient,......"

Qiu Mo, who lost his mind, only felt a burst of happiness, and he had no scruples about starting.

The stubborn Liang Chaxiang bit her lip and didn't say a word, and ran out while dodging and seizing the opportunity.

Qiu Mo, who came to his senses, looked at the feather duster in his hand in a daze, and slipped weakly in front of Liang Xiaoyou's spiritual seat.

The empty eyes stared at the three words "Liang Xiaoyou", as if asking Liang Xiaoyou, and as if asking himself: "Am I wrong?" ”

For a long time, he covered his face with his hands and sat down weakly, "What have I done......

And Liang Chaxiang, who ran out of the door, ran wildly all the way without direction, and was finally blocked by a lying river.

She squatted on the ground with her knees crossed, and her small figure looked more and more thin and helpless among the wild grasses and wild flowers growing around her, like a leaf of duckweed in the water, and like the catkins scattered by the wind......

Xiao Qingyang, who was riding on the thick and tall mulberry tree, looked full of taste.

For the first time on the train, she was agile and cunning, like an elf dancing in the wind, full of aura, so he couldn't help but take the initiative to give her the window seat.

When I saw her again, the nimble girl had become a winged angel, lonely and fragile. This made him feel that the air around him was frozen, as if it was sullen and aggrieved.

A mulberry fell to Liang Chaxiang's feet, Liang Chaxiang didn't notice it, her dark eyes were staring greedily at the mother and son on the other side of the river.

The mother carried the child with a satisfied and peaceful face, the child gently lay on the mother's back and sang nursery rhymes, saw the mother's face sweat from time to time with the fleshy little fat hand to wipe her sweat, every time the mother hugged a gentle smile.

"Don't look at it! People are gone. ”

Xiao Qingyang didn't even notice the fragrance of a few mulberry liang teas, and jumped off the tree helplessly.

The abrupt voice startled Liang Chaxiang, and unconsciously took two steps back.

Western-style white shirt and black trousers, not as elegant and elegant as the first time I met the green shirt and long gown. There is a ray of sunshine from the bones, and there is another vitality.

"Give!"

Xiao Qingyang was very abrupt, stuffed a bag of red, black, and purple mulberries wrapped in turquoise mulberry leaves into Liang Chaxiang's hand, grinning, revealing two small sharp tiger teeth.

He didn't know why he did this, he just subconsciously wanted her to be happy.

Maybe he understood the desire for maternal love in her dark crystal eyes, and felt sympathy. Xiao Qingyang made a conclusion for himself in his heart.

"It's so sweet."

Liang Chaxiang picked up a mulberry and threw it into her mouth, just to hide her current situation.

"Yes! I think it's so sweet, too. ”

Xiao Qingyang also picked up a black mulberry and threw it into his mouth.

This girl is really interesting, and she is not at all surprised that he is here, as if everything is taken for granted. It doesn't seem to be as pretentious as other girls.

Thinking of this, Xiao Qingyang unconsciously raised the corners of his mouth.

This was evident last time on the train.

When he turned his face, he saw that Liang Chaxiang had twisted a red mulberry and was about to throw it into his mouth, which he accidentally picked when he picked the largest and blackest mulberry.

"The darker this mulberry is, the sweeter it is, and the red one looks good-looking and delicious, and one bite can sour the big teeth."

Liang Chaxiang was sour in his mouth when he said it.

"Eat too much sweet, and occasionally eat sour appetizers."

Liang Chaxiang threw the red mulberry into her mouth seriously, sour and astringent, just like her heart.

"Can you pick me some more?"

Liang Chaxiang pointed to the red mulberries on the mulberry tree.

If your mouth is sour, your heart won't feel so sour.

What a strange girl.

Xiao Qingyang shook his head, and climbed the tree very cooperatively to pick mulberries for Liang Chaxiang.

But today I seem to be even more strange, usually what I can't stand the most is my cousin's various rude requests.

But it's not unreasonable to go up to the tree to pick some mulberries, right?

Probably not!

The two ate the mulberries to a fine finish, and it wasn't until they went home that Liang Chaxiang remembered that they had forgotten to ask each other's names.

It's really embarrassing to think about it, I don't know what the other person's name is.

A familiar courtyard in the distance is already in sight.

The closer Liang Chaxiang got to that small courtyard, the more he felt a sense of homesickness, since that time he ran away from home, although Qiu Mo still looked like her eyes and nose were in the way, he never beat her so ruthlessly.

Grandma seems to have gotten worse after returning to Silk Bridge Town, and several times she feels the dangerous momentum of "the wind is full of buildings when the rain is coming" from Grandma's body.

Liang Chaxiang trembled with her fingers to unbuckle the fence, and there was an urge to turn around and run away, but her feet were inexplicably stubbornly nailed to the ground.