On the twenty-first day of the lunar month, after the workshops were thoroughly cleaned up, Xinglongchang officially closed the factory and began to take annual leave. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Every household began to be busy sweeping the dust, worshipping ancestors, and preparing New Year's goods.

The Liang family has no relatives or friends except for their neighbor Grandma Wang, so it is much easier than other families.

However, Qiumo still prepared three dishes that Liyang people must have for the New Year - meatballs, liver pricking, and sauce peeling.

It reminded her of the past, and her face was a little darker than usual.

After Liang Chaxiang swept the dust, he decided to go to the town for a walk, ready to buy a couplet to go home, no matter how cold the courtyard was, the couplet always had to be pasted with a pair.

The important thing is not to let yourself appear in Qiu Mo's sight, so as not to suffer another unwarranted disaster.

She went to Grandma Wang's house next door and asked Camellia Wang to accompany her.

Wang's courtyard was cleaned up, and the kitchen wafted with a strong smell of meat.

Grandma Wang was not at home, and Liang Chaxiang knocked on the door of Camellia Wang's house.

"Who?"

There was a hint of nervousness in Camellia Wang's voice.

"It's me, open the door."

Hearing Liang Chaxiang's voice, Camellia Wang breathed a sigh of relief and opened the door.

"What are you hiding in the house in broad daylight?" Liang Chaxiang's eyes flowed, and he looked left and right.

"Isn't that the piece of material you gave," Camellia Wang lifted the corner of the quilt and carefully took out the makeup flower hidden under it.

Liang Chaxiang smiled, "Don't steal or rob, are you there?" ”

Hearing this, Wang Camellia smiled at the corners of her eyes and eyebrows, "I want to surprise my grandmother." ”

The day of the New Year was not bright, and she quietly put a golden makeup jacket and skirt at the head of her grandmother's bed, she didn't know what kind of mood she would have.

No wonder after resting for two days, I haven't seen the figure of Wang Camellia.

Liang Chaxiang was a little envious, Wang Camellia's family affection, caressing/touching the silky satin of the makeup, her eyes were shining, "Or, I'll help you sew together?" ”

Wang Camellia hesitated and lowered her eyes, "Grandma has taken care of me since I was a child, but I can't repay ......, I have always wanted to give her a gift ...... by my own ability, but I am very useless, this piece of material is also you helped me get, and then let you help me......"

Liang Chaxiang understands her feelings, and if she were to do it herself, she would want to do it alone.

"I was thinking of going to town with you, but now it seems that I am the only one who can go."

Liang Chaxiang patted Wang Camellia on the shoulder, "Sew slowly, I'll go first." ”

"Sister," Camellia asked timidly, "you won't be angry, will you?" ”

"How so?" Liang Chaxiang smiled: "What a stupid child, you have this filial piety, it's too late for me to be happy, how can you be angry?" ”

She winked mysteriously at Camellia Wang, her big smart eyes sparkling.

"It's only a few days before the New Year, I guess you must want Grandma Wang to wear it on the first day of the new year, so where do you have the time to come?"

"Is there a couplet? Do you want me to bring a pair? ”

Walking to the door, she suddenly turned around and asked.

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Today's Silk Bridge Town is filled with a strong New Year's flavor, and the whole street is covered with stalls of New Year's paintings, couplets, and fireworks.

Red and red couplets, colorful New Year's paintings.

Eight immortals cross the sea, tigers descend the mountain, there are more than every year, the pine crane prolongs the life of ......, everything is a good sign.

The old men put their hands behind their backs and picked and chose at the New Year's painting stall.

The daughter-in-law was also angry, holding the silver money and picking the head rope or velvet flower that she had already fancied.

Naughty children weave through the crowd with sugar skewers and happy smiles on their faces.

Liang Chaxiang picked two couplets, walked in the crowd, and unexpectedly met Xiao Zhen.

He's still all blue.

"Let's go together?"

This girl, who had spikes all over her body as soon as she saw him, for some reason, always made him feel very close and interesting.

Liang Chaxiang looked at him warily, hesitated for a moment, and nodded, she would never forget that gardenia, and the hysteria that Qiu Mo scared her.

Now that some things have been decided, she cannot be allowed to back down.

Since she decided to take revenge, contact with Xiao Zhen is inevitable, and she must get used to the Void and the Snake Committee.

The two walked all the way, chatting in the mountains and seas, and suddenly a little boy of four or five years old with thin clothes, dirty, and unkempt hair grabbed Xiao Zhen, and his snow-white knee pants instantly left two black fingerprints.

"I'm hungry!" The little boy tilted his head and spoke a little slurred.

Xiao Zhen frowned, kicked the person away, shook his trouser leg in disgust, and walked over casually, Liang Chaxiang made up such a picture in his mind.

Xiao Zhen frowned as Liang Chaxiang imagined, and looked left and right at the squatting body, "Why are you here alone, what about your father?" ”

He deliberately slowed down his voice, not only the child, but even Liang Chaxiang felt very comfortable listening to it.

The child rubbed his nose, "My father is sick, and my mother said that the New Year's paintings were sold for money and bought medicine for my father." ”

He pointed to a young woman setting up a stall for New Year's pictures not far away.

The woman, dressed in a white-washed blue floral cotton jacket, with a melancholy look in her tired eyes, peddled New Year's pictures to passers-by, but her New Year's pictures, the paper was not very good, and there were few people who came forward to ask.

Xiao Zhen took out a snow-white handkerchief and wiped the child's hands, and suddenly the handkerchief turned gray-black.

Xiao Zhen bought two hot buns for the little boy, took his little hand, came to the women's New Year painting stall, and took out a silver ticket from his pocket, "I want these paintings." ”

The woman was sincerely frightened, surprise replaced the melancholy in her eyes, glanced at the silver ticket, and her eyes dimmed again, "I can't find such a big silver ticket." ”

Xiao Zhen seemed to be a little embarrassed, "How is this good, I didn't bring copper coins when I went out, and I like these paintings very much." ”

The corner of Liang Chaxiang's mouth twitched, didn't bring a copper plate? Those two buns can't be snatched?

Xiao Zhen hesitated for a moment, "That's it, it's hard to buy a favorite, I'll take all these paintings, and I don't have to look for money." ”

Liang Chaxiang stood there, looked at the woman, and happily rolled up the paintings for him, and tied them carefully with a red ribbon.

Liang Chaxiang had to admire Xiao Zhen, in this way, it would not make sensitive people feel that they had received charity, and it would not make lazy people have the mind of getting something for nothing.

Liang Chaxiang squinted, the middle-aged man standing with his hands in his hands, the golden sunlight sprinkled on his body, his face was illuminated flickering, and he couldn't see his expression clearly.

What kind of person is Xiao Zhen?

According to common sense, an executioner who kills the whole family, cold-blooded and cold-hearted, how can he have compassion for a strange mother and son who has nothing to do with it.

Xiao Zhen, is this a joke? If that's the case, then his acting skills are too good.

If it's really a joke, why is it in front of yourself? What is the purpose?

But according to her cold eyes, it clearly doesn't seem to be a play?

Why is the Xiao Zhen she sees and feels not like the Xiao Zhen in Qiu Mo's mouth, are they really the same person?

Liang Chaxiang is confused!