Ling Li was a little uneasy, and suddenly, the door of the old Nan family's mansion in front of him opened.

"Coming back?" With a creak of the aging sound of the wooden door hinge, it was Lu Jinran's voice.

She was wearing a thin white dress with a royal blue sweater, her face was not powdered, and her hair was just down a little over her shoulders.

When she met the imperial capital for the first time, Lu Jinran was glamorous and beautiful and covered in a famous brand, and her current dress was completely another gentle and lovely way, but it was so harmonious with the courtyard with blue tiles and white walls behind her.

Nan Zhiyi's eyes tightened, and after that, the expression on his face faded.

He snorted softly and walked towards the courtyard.

It's just that when he passed by her, he turned his face slightly and said, "No matter how you pretend, you can't become her." ”

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The Spring Festival is approaching, and the small town of Furong, where Nanjia is located, is gradually becoming lively after all.

The number of vehicles parked on the old stage increased, and the town appeared with young and middle-aged faces, as well as children dressed in flowers, speaking standard Mandarin, scurrying around the small alleys of bluestone slabs.

Nan Zhiyi and Ling Li have been living quite simply these days.

When I got up in the morning, I drove more than 20 kilometers to the sanatorium to see my grandmother, and on the way I passed a soup noodle shop just to settle breakfast. After that, I had lunch in the sanatorium, waited for my grandmother to wake up from a nap and then bask in the sun, and at five o'clock, I drove back to Furong Town.

A beef pot passing by on the road is just right to solve dinner.

Occasionally, Lu Jinran went to the sanatorium one day, and they didn't have to go out, while Nan Zhiyi went to the roof with a chair and basked in the sun all day.

It can be seen that he is completely relaxed and in a good mood, but he always cares little about Lu Jinran, who is busy with all the housework.

Ling Li felt a little sorry for Lu Jinran. Don't talk about hard work, don't talk about Nan Zhiyi's cold eyes, the most pitiful thing is that she has to be poked in the heart by Nan's grandmother, who has a memory loss, one by one, "Dongsheng", which is really a bit difficult.

It's no wonder that since she and Nan Zhiyi came back to accompany her grandmother every day, Lu Jinran rarely went.

She has always known that Nan Zhiyi has an opinion on Nan Zhijun, and she is reluctant to get close, and sometimes she is even like a hedgehog, and she is disrespectful.

However, no matter what Lu Jinran said, she is also his sister-in-law, she is a woman, and she should not be angered like this.

Ling Li wanted to persuade a few words, but as soon as Lu Jinran's name was mentioned, Nan Zhiyi would change his face, and when he was in a good mood, he would not speak at most, and when he was in a bad mood, no matter what the occasion was, he would pick up his feet and leave, leaving no face for Ling Li at all.

She was so angry that she collapsed several times to teach people a lesson, but she was always confused by his nonsense.

I don't know where Nan Zhiyi learned the hooligan theory, thinking that there is no contradiction that cannot be solved by the deep communication between the body and the soul, often Ling Li is still angry, so he begins to move his hands and feet.

It's just that Ling Li has the weakness of being afraid of itching, and he has succeeded every time, and he has been tossed to the point that he is weak and sore all over, where do you remember being angry?

couldn't influence Nan Zhiyi, Ling Li had no choice but to apologize to the angry Lu Jinran when she was carrying Nan Zhiyi: "I wronged you." ”

Lu Jinran always smiled absentmindedly, obviously used to it.

Ling Li really wanted to ask what the relationship between their brothers was, but when she thought of Nan Zhiyi's stinky problem, she felt that she couldn't ask.

Forget it, with her current state of being eaten to death by Nan Zhiyi, don't try your best to mediate between the two brothers - neither of the Nan family is easy to mess with.

Thinking about this, Ling Li stopped being entangled, and waited for the Nan family's parents to come back with peace of mind.

On the morning of Chinese New Year's Eve, Nan Zhijun and Nan's parents finally returned.

Lu Jinran drove to pick them up early in the morning, and Nan Zhiyi took Ling Li to the sanatorium and took her grandmother home - Cao's mother is from the north, and she had already gone home for the holidays before she was a child.

At lunchtime, the Nan family's family finally arrived.

Ling Li originally thought that the two brothers of the Nan family were the most difficult people to deal with, but she did not expect that this Chinese New Year's Eve made her see another devil.

That is the son of her and Nan Zhijun in Lu Jinran's mouth-Nan Yuqiong, another southern student who is in the third year of junior high school at the age of twelve-Nan Yuqiong.

Nan Yuqiong's stinky temper is quite similar to Nan Zhiyi. The first time they met, they gave Ling Li a dismount - he only glanced at her twice, and said bluntly to Nan Zhiyi: "Little uncle, your girlfriend looks stupid, aren't you afraid that you won't be able to give birth to a child as smart as me in the future?" ”

Ling Li: "......"

Although Nan Zhiyi rewarded this kid with a burst on the spot, as a result, Nan Yuqiong was very close to Nan Zhiyi, and he always followed behind the little uncle with admiration, his eyes were full of light.

Seeing the family reunited, Grandma Nan was happy, muttering in dialect and not knowing what she was saying.

Lunch was made by Nan Zhijun - before leaving in the morning, Lu Jinran prepared the ingredients, and Nan Zhijun began to cook the pot and stir-fry as soon as he arrived home, and served more than a dozen dishes in less than half an hour.

It tasted pretty good......

Gan Woyu did not hesitate to praise himself: "In our family, Xiaojun is the most capable." ”

Ling Li once again determined where Nan Zhiyi's picky taste buds came from - Cao Ma, Nan Zhijun, and Tian Zhengyan, these three big nannies all cook good dishes, and the snacks they raise are naturally very picky.

After eating, Ling Li wanted to sleep, went back to the house and squinted, and when she came out again, she couldn't see any trace of Nan Zhiyi.

She ran to the place where he used to bask in the sun—no one; I went to my grandmother's room to find it - there was no one either; Call his phone – turn it off?

Suddenly nervous to the point of a chill behind her, Ling Li held her mobile phone, at a loss.

Where did this man go? Why don't you say a word to her.

Fortunately, before she could panic, she saw a tall and thin figure appear at the door of the old mansion.

Seeing Nan Zhiyi entering the house sweating profusely, Ling Li stepped forward and grabbed him by the collar: "What's wrong with you?" Now you're not alone, and you don't have your phone on? ”

Nan Zhiyi touched his trouser pocket and suddenly realized: "No wonder I feel that something is missing, the phone is out of battery and I just threw it in the hall to charge, and I forgot to bring it." ”

"Really?" Ling Li was suspicious, "What did you do in the afternoon?" ”

Nan Zhiyi rolled his eyes, couldn't help but smile, and said, "Keep it secret, I'll tell you at night." ”

Seeing that Ling Li was about to get angry, he hurriedly patted the top of her head and leaned into her ear again: "Good girl, I really forgot to charge it, I didn't turn it off on purpose, you know, I only have you now." ”

Ling Li's face turned red, but when she turned her head, she saw Nan Huairen walking in.

She hurriedly let go of the collar she was tugging on, pretending that nothing had happened.

Nan Huairen also pretended not to see anything, and his voice was normal: "Today's dinner, go to the stage to eat, and the mayor will treat you." ”

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The hundred-year-old tradition of Furong Town is said to be the kind that invites the whole town to eat flowing water mats during the Spring Festival and set them up for three days.

This tradition has evolved over time, and today, that is, it means, there are more than a dozen tables of traditional meals on the side of the biggest stage in town, and those who want to eat will go, and those who don't want to reunite at home and eat delicious and fresh food, and no one will hold back and hold grudges.

It is rare to go back to the Nanjia in Furong Town once, and he is considered the leader of the town, and this time it is purely the kind of return to his hometown, which is naturally remembered by the mayor of the town who has only been in office for a year.

Therefore, since Lu Jinran accompanied her grandmother back and asked someone to clean and repair the old house, the mayor of the town has come to invite her several times.

After all, born and raised in Si, Nan Huairen still has some feelings for Furong Town, and decided to hold it once, so he took the whole family to the banquet - except for grandma, and Ganwo.

Grandma can't blow the night breeze, so naturally she can't go. And Ganwo said that he was easy to do his filial piety once a year, and he didn't go out, so he stayed to take care of his grandmother.

When the Nan family arrived, the table was already full, but Ling Li always felt a little strange when she looked at it.

After a second look, she finally saw that this flowing water seat was different from that in Funan.

That's a clear distinction - a men's table, a women's table, except for the children who have to sit on their mother's lap, each table is of the same gender.

As soon as they arrived, the mayor of the town had already come very enthusiastically to invite Nan Huairen and the two brothers of the Nan family to sit at the main table, and even Nan Yuqiong, a little P child, had a share, but he didn't look at Ling Li and Lu Jinran.

Ling Li was suddenly a little frightened, took Nan Zhiyi's hand, and asked quietly, "Then where am I sitting?" ”

Before Nan Zhiyi could reply, Lu Jinran had already taken Ling Li's hand and said with a smile: "Just follow me." ”

This dinner was really hard to swallow.

It's not that the dishes are not delicious, the main surroundings are full of strangers, except for Lu Jinran, who is calm and calm, the seven aunts and eight aunts at the same table, and the eyes of a circle of curious middle-aged women, whose targets are all aimed at Ling Li.

is not used to being the focus of attention, Ling Li feels like she is sitting on pins and needles.

In particular, she can always feel that there seems to be malicious eyes behind her, always condensing in her direction.

Ling Li is still a little confident in her sixth sense, which is like a thorn in her back, which is too obvious.

She couldn't bear it anymore, and finally turned around, staring, toward what she thought was the source of her gaze.

Unexpectedly, she really noticed that there were several women at a table a few meters away, and their attention was in her direction.

Seeing her turn around, not only did they not look away, but they also whispered.

I didn't expect the people behind her back to be so open-minded, Ling Li was angry, and was thinking about what form to respond to say that she didn't like to be talked about, but suddenly someone bumped her shoulder.

Turning his head, he unexpectedly met a pair of dark and clear eyes.

Nan Zhiyi winked at her: "That table is too boring, I'll squeeze it with you." ”

After speaking, he really moved a small bench, and brought his own dishes and chopsticks, so he had to squeeze next to Ling Li.

So, on the table where men and women are clearly distinguished, Ling Li's table has a unique scenery, and the combination of ten women and one man is particularly conspicuous.

Nan Zhiyi has never cared about other people's eyes, and the patriarch of the Nan family and Nan Zhijun also know Nan Zhiyi's problems quite well, and they have long been accustomed to seeing it. Only Ling Li couldn't cry or laugh, eating without knowing the taste, while accepting the baptism of the eyes of hundreds of people around her, not only did her stomach hurt when she ate, but her eyebrows couldn't help but jump.

It was already nine o'clock in the evening after eating, and Nanfang naturally did not have the habit of watching the Spring Festival Gala together, and chatted a little unsatisfied, Nan Zhiyi took her hand, flexibly avoided the people in twos and threes, and arrived at the car parked next to the stage.