"It's good if you're satisfied, not like some vulgar things, vulgar but unaware, stupid as a dog but not self-aware, in winter with a folding fan like a male dog estrus, commotion fever." The eldest grandson Hong's face was facing Chen Yu, but his mouth was facing Mo Changbin, who he was talking about, the blind could see it.

There are more than a dozen people in the entire pavilion, and Mo Changbin is alone with a folding fan, who is he?

The words are straightforward and vulgar, and the scolding is bloody, where has Mo Changbin seen such scolding skills, as if he can't fight back reciprocally except for greeting the women in the other party's family.

His feet stomped on the ground a few times, and the folding fan pointed at the eldest grandson Hong to shake the rope, but because of the presence of Chen Ying and Zong Shengxian, he couldn't scold, he couldn't breathe out of his breath, and he couldn't breathe out, and the continuous cry of "you, you, you" in his mouth couldn't be called out.

Changsun Hong turned around at this time, as if he saw Mo Changbin for the first time, and shouted in surprise: "Oops! Brother Mo, why are you holding a folding fan? Don't get me wrong, I'm definitely not talking about you! ”

This sentence hit Mo Changbin in the chest like a hammer, and such swearing words without dirty words actually came out of the mouth of a peasant boy he despised, which made him particularly angry, and that breath finally turned into a mouthful of blood, spurting out with a "poof", and the whole person fell down with convulsions, unconscious.

Now there is no time to play, everyone is messing around, wiping their chests and pinching people, busy for a while, Mo Changbin woke up faintly, and the first person he saw when he opened his eyes was actually Changsun Hong! It's this kid who pinched his own people!

Mo Changbin couldn't get up in one breath again, his eyelids rolled, and he fainted again!

Eldest Sun Hong sighed, instructed another person to pinch Mo Changbin's people, pulled out himself, and went to the pavilion to blow the wind.

The burden gift cost a lot of money, do you want to talk to Chen Yu and get it back? After all, I'm out of the city, and I have nowhere to buy, so it's too time-consuming to go back and buy.

I was pondering, but I smelled a burst of fragrance, the aroma was not strong but it was not dispersed, non-rouge powder, it smelled heart-wrenching, and it was particularly pleasant.

"The eldest grandson." A delicate female voice sounded beside her, like a thin willow around her fingers, clever and charming.

Eldest Sun Hong turned his body upside down, turned around and looked back, only to see Chen Ying's pretty face, looking at him a few slaps away.

Looking at it closely, it is clearer that Chen Ying is a few years older than Changsun Hong, nearly seventeen, taller, girls in this era mature early, and there is a charm different from that of girls on the body, the face is like a goose egg, white with a touch of redness, hair like a waterfall, black paint like ink, a red skirt with a red armor, set off the skin like snow, more beautiful, and most of the women of this era that Changsun Hong has seen, everyone's beautiful temperament is about to come out.

Probably Changsun Hong's eyes had some meaning, Chen Ying took a step back vigilantly, and the flush on her face deepened.

Some bad things happened between the two, and Changsun Hong subconsciously clamped his legs, coughed, and said, "Chen Xiaoniang is good." ”

"Thank you to the eldest grandson for giving "Jintang Chun" to Chen Yu regardless of his previous suspicions, if he has a fate, he will be rewarded." Chen Ying lowered her head and said softly: "It's late today, we should go, see you again in the future, I hope to cherish it!" ”

After that, she was blessed with a blessing and gave full gifts to the eldest grandson.

Eldest Sun Hong hurriedly returned the salute, Chen Ying smiled with a red face, and walked away, Zong Shengxian, who came with her, looked at Eldest Sun Hong meaningfully, and also said with a smile: "Good literary style, good eloquence, I won't say much today, I will ask the eldest grandson brother for advice another day." ”

Before Changsun Hong could say a polite word, she turned around and ran like a spirit rabbit and chased after Chen Ying.

Chen Yu also came over, and said a lot of praise, and did not forget to tell him that when he went to the capital in the future, he must go to his house. He will do his best to play with him.

The eldest grandson Hong watched the burden of New Year's goods that belonged to him being carried away by the servants of the Chen family, and wanted to cry without tears, but he was always embarrassed to ask for it back, this is not a question of whether he is thick-skinned or not, but it is related to the reason why the gift sent out should be returned.

The Chen family's convoy left, and Zong Shengxian commanded a group of Hezhou students to carry Mo Changbin, who had just woken up, and moved him back to the city in the car.

He shook his head and walked down the hill, the dog was already waiting there and bored, and when he saw the eldest grandson Hong coming down empty-handed, he was greatly surprised, and hurriedly asked where the load of New Year's goods went.

"Someone took it." The eldest grandson Hong was helpless, spread his hands and said, "My friend is leaving, I will give it away." ”

Go back and buy again? Look at the sun, I can't stand the delay, go back to the city and come out again, I'm afraid I won't be able to walk to Lijia Village today, if you don't want to sleep on the road, you have to leave immediately.

There is no way, so he can only take out half of the dog's things, and Changsun Hong will give the dog some money to bring back, so that he can barely deal with it.

So the two took turns to carry the load of department stores, and walked slowly and hurriedly, fortunately, the weather was good, the road was smooth, and they walked briskly, without delay, and when the sky was not yet dark, they arrived outside Lijia Village.

The banyan tree is so big that it stands at the entrance of the village, and you can see it from afar, and it is cold in winter, and no one is chatting and talking under the tree, which seems a little lonely. However, the wisps of cooking smoke rising from the chimneys of every house in the village still brought a strong atmosphere of fireworks in the world, the dog barking and the cow barking, the shepherd boy who returned late sang loudly, and the figure of the farmer returning home with a hoe gave the two a sense of familiarity when they returned home.

"Lijia Village, I'm back." It's only been a few months away from home, but there is a feeling like every other autumn, although there are letters and messages brought back, but the immersion is very different.

Changsun Hong stood on the road, looking at the small village under the slope, and felt that this is my home, my parents are here, Mo Yan is not home.

The two of them divided the New Year's goods equally at the entrance of the village, one carried a basket back to their respective homes, the path in the village is still narrow, the yellow earth is still so kind, walking on it, the steps seem to be more steady.

His own house has appeared at the entrance of the alley, the firewood fence, and the millstone inside is still seen through the courtyard wall, the eldest grandson Hong can hardly suppress the emotions in his heart, and he runs quickly, pushes the door in, and shouts: "Dad, mother, second uncle!" ”

There was a loud pot in the room, Zhang rushed out first, laughing with tears like a charging soldier rushed over, holding his son and reluctant to let go, Changsun Hao and Changsun Jin then walked out, the man was naturally more sensible, but the softness in his eyes still couldn't be erased.

"Child, let the child go in to eat first, it's cold outside, don't catch the cold." Changsun Hao took Changsun Hong's basket and said with a smile.

Zhang wiped his tears, agreed, squeezed his son's hand tightly, and pulled into the room with a smile, his uncle Changsun Jin followed him, kept looking at Changsun Hong's height and appearance, and nodded secretly, knowing that his nephew did not pull down to practice martial arts.

The whole family rushed into the house, closed the door, and closed the north wind.

Outside, a foraging hamster came out of a hole in the wall, squeaking in its arms and squeaking at a small piece of meat that had just been spilled from the basket, as if overjoyed. It raised its head, looked at the lighted room, blinked its little eyes, turned and flicked its tail, and ran back to its nest.

It also has its own home.

The wind outside the house whined like a mountain ghost crying, whistling all over the mountain. The house is warm and festive, and the family is happy and sits together.

Home, it's so nice.

(End of chapter)