Xia Su was familiar with the road, although he walked slowly, he didn't stop one step, and came to a small courtyard that was even darker and more dilapidated. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The small yard did not even have a fence, only a half-circle of fences, and there were pits and pits on the ground that accumulated water, and there was a mud hut on the low-lying tidal ground where the house could not be built.

She looked sideways and saw that Zhao Qinghe was only half a step away.

He looked around with a pair of cold eyes, not as if he was dizzy by these twists and turns, and he didn't care about the dilapidation of the small courtyard, and his expression was calm.

He's changed, he's really changed, and she can't look down on him as much as she used to.

Xia Su thought in his heart, and was about to knock on the door, but he heard someone scolding in the dark room on the other side of the fence.

"You are a useless man who can't straighten your waist, let my mother give birth to a money-losing goods, and let my mother live this kind of ghost life. Now, the old lady finally got you a job, but you didn't want to?! ”

Ping Pong Ping Pong, the same smashing pot and throwing bowls, is completely different from the chase between Aunt Tai and the big donkey at home this morning, and everyone standing outside the courtyard can hear the viciousness.

Xia Su's face was unmoved, and he didn't ask if anyone was at home.

Zhao Qinghe was thinking about why Xia Su's courage suddenly became bigger, so he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, and said with a smile, "I didn't expect you to be quite good at scolding, and you can't see a knife when you see blood." ”

Xia Su felt inexplicable, "Where did I curse?" ”

"Obviously there is someone, you still ask if someone is at home, don't you just scold that person is not human." It's high.

"......" Xia Su stared at him for a long time, unable to refute, and slapped the door instead.

The woman in the house paid no attention to the movement outside, and scolded her husband for being so eloquent and rude that she most attacked her husband's dignity as a man and his incompetence to provide for the family, and the slightest serious woman would blush.

She was so loud that she didn't care at all about getting close to each other, and attracted a group of children to run over.

They climbed up the fence to probe their brains, and then they giggled and laughed, and learned those nasty curses.

Zhao Qinghe was a little annoyed when he heard this, and after pulling Xia Su who was knocking on the door, he raised his foot and kicked the thin door panel open.

He was extremely powerful, and when he was displeased, he was so cold that the children ran away in an uproar, and the scolding stopped, as if the roots of his ears could finally be calm.

The door of the house jumped, and a woman rolled out like the wind, about twenty-eight or nine, a peony head with a golden hairpin, neat and charming makeup, a figure shaking like a willow branch, and a good posture of three points, but she couldn't compliment when she spoke, and she erected a thrush on the door panel that fell to the ground, and scolded without raising her eyes-

"Where did the mourning star come from early in the morning, the old lady taught her own man a lesson, and asked your dog to take a rat to take care of the fart-"

Seeing the man with a sturdy physique and handsome features in front of her, the woman's tongue was suddenly gone, her eyes lit up, and she let out a flirtatious sound, the vixen's vulgarity was clean, her voice was soft, and it was mixed with the soft nong cavity of her mouth.

"Could this big brother be a newcomer?" Throwing a wink, before he could finish it, he saw an acquaintance slowly walking out of behind the man.

The young woman didn't like this acquaintance, and she still smiled snobbishly with fine makeup, "Miss Xia, our family is looking forward to the stars and the moon, and we finally look forward to you." ”

Xia Su glanced at the young woman and slid away, ignoring her flattering eyes, his expression was lukewarm, he shouted Auntie, and his tone was flat, "I was supposed to come a few days ago, but I happened to receive another job, so I thought about making a trip, so it was too late." Looking past Zhao Qinghe, he couldn't help but be stunned.

Ever since he came home, he had been in front of her, either laughing in all kinds of senses, or all kinds of shrewd cunning, not to mention the unfathomable depth of his eyes, so that she didn't care much about the hard corners of the stone line on her face, and even thought that he knew how to show his appearance advantage when he was wise.

You must know that Zhao Qinghe is actually a man with good looks, but he had no brains in the past, so he became stupid.

However, at this time, the cold and cold face, and the spirit of not approaching people all over the body, was far more terrifying than the empty face before.

But it is also extremely cool and evil.

She felt unconscious, but it was enough to make the floating willow light peach, like a young woman, desperate for herself, and a moth to the fire.

Xia Su looked at the woman who was walking towards Zhao Qinghe in a daze, and had no intention of stopping, so she had to meet her, grabbed her arm, and hung a purse full of copper coins on her shoulder, and said heavily, "Auntie, this is the salary from the last time, you hurry up and save it." ”

The young woman looked down at the bulging pouch, and her eyes shone with a different light, dispelling the temporary obstacle to good-looking men, and recognizing the reality in front of her—money is more important than men.

She took the bag into her arms, looked at the hut sneakily, and then turned back, not looking at Xia Su, but secretly looking at Zhao Qinghe.

Unexpectedly, a pair of cold and gloomy eyes made her tremble, and she didn't dare to pay attention anymore, and ran out without looking back.

Zhao Qinghe was very, very unhappy, and called Xia Su, who was walking towards the house, "Go home." Let his mother-in-law scold him as a ****, let her scratch her head and pose to other men, he doesn't dare to come out, what husband deserves to be such a wretch? ”

There was a big puddle on the ground, Xia Su didn't go around, she lifted her skirt and jumped over, her heel was dipped in water, and a piece of mud was immediately splashed on her skirt.

"I'm looking for a framer, and his husband should be a nest and have no worries with me." Immediately, she walked into the house.

Zhao Qinghe watched the poor shadow of the house engulf her, and silently thought, is she laughing at him?

Although it was much cuter than her deliberately drooping the corners of her mouth, he was not happy to let her laugh like this, as if he was still the stupid bear she knew.

This nickname, he vows to squeeze out of her self-righteous brain.

Now, bear with me.

Zhao Qinghe strode across the threshold, almost without thinking, smelling the scent of ink, and went to the room on the left. Lifting the old door curtain, a strong musty smell on the thick core cloth made him almost choke, and when he saw the inside of the house, he couldn't help but be stunned.

The walls are full of rollers, the old and the new are mixed, chaotic, and I don't know where to step on my feet.

However, it was obvious that Xia Su was "familiar with the terrain" and was already sitting quite comfortably at the table at the very end.

The table faced a small window, the air was drowsy, but the window was closed, and there was no window paper, only burlap to cover it.

In addition to some precious scrolls, the whole room is a glass table lamp extravagantly, lit in broad daylight, the candle flame is bright and less smoky, and it is a treasure at a glance.

Zhao Qinghe has seen Xia Su also have an extremely rare lamp, which can be regarded as a painter's unified tool?

It's just that what makes him stunned is not the poor and expensive here, but the man at the table and the "thing" in the man's arms.

The man is about in his early thirties, although there are patches everywhere on his thin long jacket, and most of his face is covered with a green scum mustache, he has a pair of good eyes and is not related to **** at all.

He held the milk baby in a fat jacket in one hand, and fed the little guy with the puff puff with the other hand to eat rice cereal, his expression was very calm and loving, there was no sorrow of poverty, no distress of an evil wife, he was a father who loved his daughter very much, and he was also a craftsman with great craftsmanship.

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