Returning from the inn, Hanzhou wanted to take a shower.

Jujube disagreed, because these days are no longer as good as a few days ago, and although there is no wind in the yard, the temperature is much lower. But Hanzhou is very resolute, because once he goes, he doesn't know how long it will take to wash.

Da Zao wrung his eyebrows and stared at Han Zhou, feeling that a woman was really a difficult creature. When you talk in a set way, you can't listen to anything when you don't obey.

If you are dirty, you won't die, but if you catch a cold, you'll get sick, so why can't you tell the difference between severity and severity?

Dazao is resolutely uncompromising this time, if he doesn't give her the wind, she will definitely not be able to do it.

Han Zhou had no choice but to wash his feet on the kang aggrievedly.

The jujube went out with a snort, lit a fire, boiled a large pot of water, and brought it in.

"Come, get up and wash." Jujube still snorted angrily.

Han Zhou got up with a bone, "How to wash?" ”

This hateful woman also asked him how to wash?

"Wash it in sections." After speaking, Dazao turned around and closed the door and went out.

It seems that it can only be washed in sections.

This wash tossed several times. In total, it was washed in three sections, and after washing one section, the jujube came in and poured water, and he went out and washed the next section. Hanzhou felt like a fish that was too fat, and the pot was too small, so he could only do it in sections.

Finally finished tossing, the two of them got on the kang, and the jujube said, "I'm going to rush you to sleep." ”

"Okay." Hanzhou agreed without hesitation. The young man is still in a mood.

The jujube leaned over, and through the clothes, he still felt that Xiao Han was very fresh after washing, and then he regretted that he should have washed it too, how could he leave such a dirty impression on her.

The woman let him hug him without hesitation, did she believe him, or did it not matter anything?

If people believe in him, he must be worthy of their trust.

If people don't care, then the joy of bed in people's hearts is inferior to spiritual mutual attraction.

No matter what, people stood high up and watched him, so that he could not make any mistakes. Otherwise, there will not be even a little affection left, hatred may not be there, but contempt is certain.

He hated why she was always in control of everything, so that he always had no choice. He bit Han Zhou's shoulder and used some force, but Han Zhou didn't say anything, just stretched out his hand and stroked his head.

"Why don't you talk when it hurts? Dead woman. The jujube let go distressedly and rubbed the bite place.

"Your heart hurts, let you bite it, it's nothing." Han Zhou said flatly.

"Dead woman!" Da Zao was so angry that he hugged her tighter. A dead woman who always manipulates people's hearts, if not so smart. But if he wasn't so smart, would it make him so difficult to extricate himself?

That good son was so helpless back then, right?

Da Zao sighed and buried his head in the woman's hair, it was not all dry, he might have to remember this temperature and humidity for the rest of his life.

The smell of jujube was behind her, and there was the smell of shallots, and he ate some green onions at night.

When they are at home, Lao Chen and she also like to eat some shallots, especially in spring, when the shallots are dipped in soybean sauce, which is very appetizing. But if they are interested in each other that night, they will never eat it, for fear that the other party will hate them. Even if you don't kiss, the smell is very emotional.

Dazao is just a flute boy, he doesn't understand anything, he doesn't hide anything, he just chokes and slams forward, which makes people feel distressed for his stupidity.

Man, she thought, is a strange animal.

The other party is not in good health, and he is worried that he can't enjoy the joy of bed. If the other party's character is not good, he feels that he has humiliated himself by being in the company of people with low moral character. The other party's economic conditions are not good, and they feel that the taste of life cannot be guaranteed and wronged themselves. If you don't pay attention to the subsections, such as the smell is wrong, you also feel that the fun of life is reduced.

There is nothing that cannot be faulted in the affairs of men and women.

And what about Ryoko? Ryoko was ugly and skinny at that time, and I couldn't remember which specific indicator he could or couldn't do, because they were still young at that time, and they went down by feeling. It's like two fish that have been swimming together for so long, and they only have the joy of swimming in their eyes, and they can't see or think about their appearance.

What about Lao Chen? There are a lot of faults, except for character, it seems that nothing is up to standard. They are also critical of each other, but after so many years of being picky, they can accept anything. Now Han Zhou is thinking about this man who is full of problems.

She agreed to Dajuju's request tonight, and also thought of what might happen, but what did she think about so much? The jujube was hurt by her, although she didn't want to, but she was also hurt by her. I don't know how long it will take for the jujube to recover after she leaves. If Da Zao wants her, she will let go of a heavy burden from then on, and if she doesn't want her, she can also appease this simple boy.

When she was at home, if she was wronged, she didn't say a word, just let her hold it.

Hugging is the best choice for all those who have been wronged.

The two of them were like two ripe prawns, one big and one small, hunched over and hugged each other and fell asleep.

I don't know what time it was, but Hanzhou was woken up by the sound of smashing things. When I got off the ground, I saw that the jujube outside the house was smashing the green skin on the outside of the walnuts, and a small pile had been smashed.

She smiled helplessly, estimating that he had been thinking about doing things all night.

She didn't go out. She had lived in this house for a long time, and she was leaving, and she remembered how sad and depressed she was when she first arrived, because it was a place where there was no toothpaste.

She used to recite aloud in the yard "Facing the sea, spring blossoms", and then she cried. Because she can't find happiness.

The jujubes are in the trees again, and some of them may have been eaten.

Hanzhou didn't feel unhappy at this time.

She looked at the black, smoky walls that had been smoked for years, went to the kitchen and took a spatula, and tried it, as if it was not suitable. He bent down again and took out the iron bar that poked the stove from the stove, and tried it, and this seemed to be okay.

She rolled her sleeves high and got to work.

On the left wall, she depicted the two of them making tofu, the jujube was burning the fire, she was stirring the pot herself, I saw her holding a big spoon and holding it high with both hands, it must have been sung to the brilliance, and she was very self-absorbed. She carved the last note of the "Toast" on the wall.

On the wall on the right, she depicts two people building a fishing fence. Both of them were rolling up their high trousers, and Da Zao was holding a fat fish in his hand and giggling, looking at Da Zao and smirking at her. Both of them have no image.

When the painting is finished, put on your coat and push the door out. The air outside is so nice.

The work of jujube was also done, and a bag of jujube and a bag of walnuts were brought to Xiao Han to eat on the road.

Then I watched the girl come out, and bent over to cook on the fire.

He still fell asleep last night, but he slept very lightly, and he was woken up by a dream, and when he woke up, he touched Xiaohan and was still there, so he couldn't lie down.

In the past, when he was working, the people he worked with liked to talk about men and women, and he listened to it with pleasure. Last night, he hugged Xiaohan to sleep, and only then did he realize that there was such a big thing in his heart, just like crossing a mountain, and he couldn't do anything when he couldn't cross it.

Neither the body nor the mind is allowed.

He had to prepare the last breakfast for Xiao Han to eat.

The breakfast that the two had in the house, and the paintings on the wall made the jujube very sad and happy. Is this dead woman afraid that he will forget her or do you want him to forget her?

In short, from now on, life will be different.

A few days ago, Dazao said that he was going back to his hometown Yangxia, and when he saw this painting, he didn't want to go back.

This torturous woman!

Send her to the inn, where the caravan is ready. The leader, that is, the tall and thin man in his thirties and forties, was very happy that Hanzhou could come. The others were also excited to see that there was one more woman in the group.

Dazao gave Xiao Han two bags of food to take, and stuffed a kitchen knife for her.

The knife was given in front of everyone, and it was bright and unwrapped.

Han Zhou smiled and took it. It's a knife with a story.

Everyone's hearts remembered a dish: stewed tofu with hoof tendons.

The caravan was leaving, and there were onlookers. In Shuangliu Town, this is something to watch.

The beauties who sell tofu also have to follow, what is the situation? The crowd was in a tumultuous discussion.

"Jujube, why did you send your sister away?"

"Jujube, you can't let her go, where are you going to find such a beautiful daughter-in-law?"

"She's gone, who's going to make tofu with you?"

"Is it okay for my sister to make tofu with you?"

A burst of laughter.

The jujube didn't speak, just smiled.

The people in this place are very poor and happy, Han Zhou thought, they still gave her a lot of care.

There is no shortage of Sister Cuicui, who loves to be lively, and seeing her coming over, Hanzhou has a little headache.

Cuicui reluctantly took Han Zhou's hand, saying that she didn't know when she would be able to meet this fairy-like girl, and she didn't know if she could find such an interesting person if she wanted to talk in the future.

Xiaohua also squeezed over and said softly, "Sister, I can't hear you singing." ”

Han Zhou touched the little girl's head, she always reminded her of her own dang.

"Sister Cuicui, you have a good child, you are so blessed."

"Alas, no matter how blessed a woman is, she also takes care of children, cooks, and is beaten by men." That's how Cuicui speaks.

Hearing this, Han Zhou looked at Da Zao, who was also looking at her, and she decided that Da Zao would not beat women. Jujube is a good man.

Xiao Ju also came over to speak, not much, just to tell her that the letter had been delivered.

Han Zhou squeezed Xiao Ju's hand, this is a good woman.

She still helped a lot of people in Shuangliu Town.

Grandpa Luo came over in the distance, it was this old man who brought someone to save her, and she was really grateful to him.

The old man didn't come over, he stopped directly beside Da Zao, he didn't say anything, he held Da Zao's hand with one hand, and patted it lightly with the other.

When a person lives to a certain age, he understands everything.

There was something hot in Hanzhou's eyes, but it didn't come out. Jujube was looking at her.

This summer, I came to Shuangliu Town.

Summer is over, I'm leaving, Shuangliu Town.

I'm going to find my home.

In the crowd, Han Zhou also saw Zhang Jun, a heroic and heroic post officer, Han Zhou curled the corners of his mouth and smiled peacefully.

If you offend him, you can't do it, and the jujube still has to live here.

A vulgar man who loves to be cheap.

It's just like a lump of mud stuck to the corner of your pants, and you can stomp your foot off it, so what?

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