"Yingzi, you are a girl's family, and you are still playing with cars?" Fu Aiguo turned his head and said in surprise.

Mo Keyan was a little unconvinced: "Who said that only men can play with cars, and women can't play for anything." ”

Su Luoran said: "Uncle Fu just didn't expect that Qing Yao, such a Sven person, would actually play such a fierce sport, which is really unexpected." ”

Ordinary girls should like to read books, travel, play the piano and the like, and few will like racing.

Fu Qingyao said with a smile: "Because many times I lock myself in the study to write, I will want to go out more and do something exciting." Racing and horseback riding are both ways to decompress. ”

Su Luoran's eyes lit up, "You still like horseback riding." ”

"Why, can't I like horseback riding?" Fu Qingyao asked rhetorically.

"No, just a little surprised." Su Luoran smiled good-naturedly, "I'm a little different from the imaginary Qing Yao." ”

Yin Qinglin said with a smile: "In my cousin's imagination, Qingyao should be the kind of girl who is particularly gentle and elegant, and she is only high enough to have poetry and books in her belly." ”

Fu Qingyao laughed twice, "There are no eight buckets, but there should still be three or two buckets." ”

Su Luoran's driving skills are really good, even on uneven mountain roads, he doesn't drive smoothly at all.

Finally arrived at Fujia Village, Mo Keyan looked at the house in front of him for a clock, and he was still dumbfounded.

Fu Qingyao came out of the house, saw that she was still standing at the door, walked over and poked her funny, "What do you think, you were given by Sun Wukong." ”

Mo Keyan was excited. Come back to your senses. grabbed Fu Qingyao's hand. "Qing Yao, you didn't deliberately make such a house for us to experience life just to make a joke about us."

Still gave her a roll of his eyes, dragged her hand into the door, "Who has the interest to joke with you, this is my home, the home where I have lived for eighteen years." ”

The two entered the courtyard, and Mo Keyan looked around. I just feel miserable.

Can such a house really be inhabited, it won't be a dilapidated house?

When she was worried, Fu Qingyao dragged her to a broken wooden door and pointed to the room, "No, this is my room, Qinglin and Luo Ran are visiting my boudoir inside, won't you go in?" ”

"Yes, of course." Qing Yao must have lied to her, so she wouldn't be fooled.

The room was small. As far as you can see at a glance, Su Luoran is standing in front of the desk. Yin Qinglin was looking at the paper pasted on the wall, with words on it.

Seeing the two of them come in, Su Luoran picked up the book he was reading and said with a smile: "Did you draw this?" ”

Mo Keyan looked at it, it was a geography book in the first year of high school, and a comic avatar was drawn with a ballpoint pen in the blank space of the title page, the man had a beard, and the two scattered hairs on his head looked extremely golden, and his open mouth was a protruding bucktooth, which looked like Fu Qingyao didn't like the teacher's portrait.

Fu Qingyao pursed her lips and smiled, "I drew it when I was bored in high school, don't laugh." ”

Mo Keyan took two steps forward, pulled the book, and the word "Fu Ying" was written under the portrait, looking at the notes and the appearance of the book, it is estimated that it has a history of several years.

None of these things can be faked.

Looking at this room with only a clay kang, a desk and a wardrobe, Mo Keyan felt a sour nose and said a little: "Qingyao, did you really grow up here?" ”

Seeing the way she cried, Fu Qingyao stepped forward and patted her, "Okay, okay, don't look like I abused you, although the house is a little worse, it's also a place where genius writers grow up, give me some face." ”

Su Luoran's expression was indifferent, he lowered his head and looked at the neatly stacked books on Fu Qingyao's desk, but the fingers in his pocket pinched his palms hard.

It turns out that this is how she grew up; Turns out, is that why she feels like a child?

What are she doing when she is still living in such a house and working hard for the future, a vacation in the Maldives, or a resort running a hot spring.

While she was sitting at this table and crying silently, she was facing all kinds of girls showing her love.

Compared with what Qing Yao experienced, he was really like a child in a greenhouse, who had not experienced all kinds of hardships.

So, in fact, he has never understood her, has he never understood this girl whose eyes have always been calm?

Su Luoran felt bitter in her heart, feeling sorry for Qingyao's poor and hopeless past, and also regretted that she couldn't participate in her life and become the pillar of her life.

In the face of her unreasonable blame, what was Qing Yao thinking, and what kind of mentality did she use to face all kinds of difficulties in the past.

The feeling of seeing it with my own eyes and hearing it is too different, although I know that Fu Qingyao is from a mountain village, I still didn't expect that the conditions of the Fu family are so bad.

No wonder when facing them, Fu Aiguo's family habitually shrunk, it was really a habit formed like this in the previous life.

Su Luoran hung his head, his forehead hair covering his eyes.

For a while, everyone was a little bitter in their hearts, no one spoke, and the atmosphere in the room was inevitably a little strange.

It was Fu Qingyao who broke the silence and said with a smile: "Okay, okay, don't stay in this house, let's go and see where we live." ”

dragged Mo Keyan and Qing Lin out of the house, and Su Luoran followed.

Several people came to the upper room, with a hall in the middle and a large square table in the middle. "This is a hall house, the role is quite our living room, hospitality and dinner are here, on the left is where we live for the three people, and on the right this room Luo Ran lives, the doors and windows of the room have been replaced with screens, even if there are mosquitoes, I am not afraid."

Although it is called a room, it looks no different from Qingyao's house, it is all adobe houses.

Fu Qingyao clapped her hands, stuck her waist and said: "Okay, you pack your luggage first, familiarize yourself with the living environment, I'll go to the kitchen to see what there is, and I'll make it myself eat at night, and I'll take you to the village for a walk after the things are cleaned up, and visit the only teacher in the village by the way." ”

looked at a few people, "No opinion." ”

The three of them shook their heads, "Then I'll go to the back kitchen, come and call me for something." “

Fu Qingyao left. The three of them looked at each other. It was Yin Qinglin who spoke first. "Since Qing Yao doesn't want us to talk about this, let's not mention it, after all, Qing Yao has lived the life she wants with her own hands. Although we look at it with a lot of feelings, I don't think Qing Yao needs our sympathy. ”

Mo Keyan nodded again and again, "I know the truth." ”

As he spoke, he looked around, and his eyes were a little red again. "When she usually told us that she was from a mountain village, Qingyao never showed a little bit, and I really never thought that she would grow up in such an environment."

Thinking of what she usually joked about, Mo Keyan felt like she wanted to shave her ears.

Those words, changing a person, are simply rubbing salt on people's wounds, isn't she born better than her, what is she showing off?

And Yin Qinglin said softly: "See such a scene." What I thought I had suffered was actually a joke. ”

It's just that the boy she liked in adolescence left her. Is it necessary for her to stay on it?

When she was sad and compassionate, Fu Qingyao might not even be able to eat a good meal. Perhaps, at that time, her biggest wish was to have a dress she liked?

Su Luoran didn't say anything, he carried the luggage in the middle of the hall and entered the room on the right.

Looking at his back, Yin Qinglin sighed in her heart.

Today's incident is estimated to have hit him hard, but who says it isn't, even if it's a few of their friends, today's impression is deep enough.

What's more, it's someone like Su Luoran.

Su Luoran is the kind of person who will be very gentle and gentle in the face of the person he likes, and all the affection and love will wrap the person he likes like water. And will show all the good side in front of the person she likes, and want to give her everything she can give.

Yin Qinglin couldn't be clearer about this.

Seeing such an environment, how could he not be hit.

Fu Qingyao has given them a good lesson today.

Su Luoran entered the house, and Yin Mo and the others also picked up their own luggage and went back to the room.

The furnishings in the room are similar to Fu Qingyao's room, but it is slightly more spacious, and the kang in the room is larger, so there is no problem sleeping with the three of them.

And listening to Fu Qingyao's second uncle's tone, it seems that this room has been repaired by him, and the bedding and everything have been replaced with brand new.

Originally, a few people went to Fu Aiguo for dinner, and they were surprised that his house was not decorated for anything, but when they saw this house, they thought about Fu Aiguo's house in Qingshan County.

Compared to this, it is more than ten times better.

I can't imagine the days when I didn't have a clean bedding, no money to buy a new dress, and I couldn't even eat meat.

Here the three of them visited the room, upset, and Fu Qingyao visited in the kitchen.

Although she had dinner at home last time, she didn't stay for two days before returning to school, and then she brought her family to the city, and she was actually not familiar with this home.

Especially this stove, Fu Qingyao looked at the ancient handmade stove in front of her and was very worried.

How do you cook with this thing?

Fu Qingyao touched her chin and stared at the stove in a daze, Su Luoran came over, "What are you doing, you are relatively speechless with the stove." ”

Turning her face, she looked at him innocently, "By the way, will you use this thing?" ”

Su Luoran: "......"

Except on TV, he has never seen this thing in reality, but thanks to the TV series, this thing should be called a stove.

Fu Qingyao waved her hand, "Forget it, there must be a road before the car reaches the mountain, and there will always be a day when it will be used." ”

Su Luoran studied piano and had a particularly high degree of protection for a pair of hands, so how could his family let him do such rough work.

In one corner of the kitchen there were several snakeskin bags, rummaged through at random, potatoes, Chinese cabbage, onions, and a basket of eggs on the side.

"I'll ask Aunt Zhao next door to come over and teach us to get this later, what about Qinglin and them, are you done with it?"

"It should be almost." Su Luoran said casually, looked at the kitchen, and still stared at the stove in front of him, "Haven't you used this?" ”

"Well, although my family is poor, they rarely let me do things. In the past, Ning Hao was doing all the farm chores at home, so don't look at me as an older sister, I have to rely on my younger brother in life. Speaking of this, Fu Qingyao smiled bitterly.

To some extent, the Fu family does owe Fu Xiong too much. (To be continued......)