People always have some hobbies, or cultivate sentiments, or simply pass some boring time, and life is to move forward gradually in these times that are constantly being passed away. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Yang Huairen's hobby is to be busy with lunch, and can take a nap comfortably on a recliner in the shade in the backyard of his home.

In the thousands of years without air conditioning, I don't know how the ancients survived the summer, and in the dog days, the house could not stay, but whenever there was a little breeze outside, it was refreshing.

Scholars like Yang Huairen don't seem to be afraid of the heat, and they are still neatly dressed inside and outside the robes and coats.

Yang Huairen is not as proud as them, he draws his own pictures and lets the big pants and vests sewn by his mother at home, and changes them when he gets home, so he doesn't care how surprised others look at him.

A puff fan is shaken, and a trip under the shade of the tree is followed by a sip of mung bean soup with frosting, which is life, and this is called comfort.

He Zhiyun has been very strange in the past two days, in addition to eating and sleeping, the rest of the time is wandering around the house, the slaves and maids are curious, so they follow her around, she always says that she likes this home, and she likes it until she can't see enough of it all day long.

The maids are not as leisurely and leisurely as her, and they don't have as much effort as her, so they no longer follow and serve.

He Zhiyun didn't find what he was looking for in Suiyuan, and after thinking about it, he felt that it must be a bad guy surnamed Yang who brought Dong XC to his home, eight hundred wine jars, even if he threw it outside, there was always a sound, since he didn't hear the sound, it was estimated that he was lying somewhere at home.

The small Suiyuan had such a large cellar, and the large mansion had a similar underground secret, which would not surprise her much.

She probed the front yard and the middle yard, and knocked on the bamboo pole in her hand to make sure that the ground paved with blue bricks was solid.

With her current status, it is said that it is not appropriate to walk around the backyard by herself, but since the Yang family's mother and son don't care about her, she doesn't care so much.

In the backyard is a small garden, and the bamboo poles can't be moved, so they have to poke open the soil and carefully check for signs of digging.

Yang Huairen squinted and watched her poke in the backyard, with a black line, this beauty's hobby is really strange, she can't get along with the yellow earth under the sun, and she doesn't know what she thinks she has a deep hatred for the land lord.

A lot of flowers and plants poked to death, He Zhiyun's destructive power was not trivial, but when she poked Yang Huairen's baby pepper field, Lao Yang couldn't sit still anymore, and jumped up, "Grandma, you want my life!" ”

Three steps and two steps rushed to the beauty, Yang Huairen put out a big word, blocking her way.

"What are you doing here? It's okay to scourge some flowers and plants, this land can't let you get in trouble. ”

The more he said this, the more nervous he became, and He Zhiyun felt that there were ghosts under this land, and maybe the surname Yang had some shady secrets hidden under this land.

"Renlang, don't be so stingy, it's just a few weeds, look at your baby."

"Weeds? This is my lifeline! Don't go any further, I'm welcome to go again! ”

He Zhiyun wanted to laugh when he looked at Yang Huairen's tense appearance, a big man, even if he was not well-dressed, how precious can a few young green seedlings be, and he used his white and thin body to block himself?

Not to mention that He Zhiyun has learned a real skill from his master since he was a child, even if she is an ordinary woman, I am afraid that it is not something that a weak scholar like Yang Huairen can stop, so she continued to walk forward, and stretched out her hand to get rid of him.

"Ahh

He Zhiyun's voice was filled with annoyance, shyness, and a hint of coquettishness. She never imagined that Yang Huairen, a disciple, would stretch out his hands and press them on her chest!

For a person who loves spicy food, if he can't eat chili peppers for the rest of his life, it is really better to kill him.

That's what Yang Huairen thinks. The only remaining pound of dried chili peppers can pick out two or two kinds of seeds, but among these seeds, the shape of the complete germ has not been destroyed, and it is only one or two percent.

Carefully turned over the soil and planted, watered every day, covered his nose to collect his own pickles to fertilize them, more than half a month passed, and finally grew dozens of young seedlings, the second half of his life was counting on these seedlings to live, in case there was a mistake, hanged.

But this beauty had to make trouble, and in a hurry, Yang Huairen thought in his mind that he would make two moves, the monkey stealing peaches and the immortals picking grapes.

The monkey stole the peach he used to be proficient, from elementary school to middle school, I don't know how many campus bullies he subdued and wanted to bully himself with his figure, but now he found that the opponent did not have peaches for him to steal, so he changed to another trick Immortal picking grapes.

I didn't want to pick the grapes, but the firm touch of the grapes in the palm of my hand was really like an electric shock, which made people confused.

There was a tingling softness on his fingertips, which was different from the steamed buns he often touched on weekdays, and in order to make sure of this, he unconsciously pinched it again.

He Zhiyun's head was about to explode, this disciple, bad guy, splash, he screamed so loudly, he didn't even take back a pair of stinky hands, and his fingers were not honestly moving.

What's even more odious is that his face looks like he is groaning and enjoying himself, his eyes are full of faint green light, and he is gushing like the Yellow River flooding out of control.

She wanted to cry, her innocent body was buried like this, or in the hands of a bad person.

She's angry, she's remorseful, she's overwhelmed.

Thousands of thoughts flooded her like a tide, slapped her, and hit the stinky face, but she still didn't understand the hatred, and if she wanted to fight again, tears overflowed her eyes, and her mixed body also lost her strength with tears, and she just wanted to run, run far.

Yang Huairen had a big seal of a five-fingered mountain on his face, and it could be clearly seen that the finger was as slender as an onion. It didn't hit his nose, but bright red blood gushed out of his nostrils.

He slowly withdrew his hand, looked down at his hands stupidly, let the nosebleed drip into the palm of his hand, and said with a smirk in his mouth: "Hey, hey, hey, comfortable......"

When he raised his head again, He Zhiyun was gone, and Yang Huairen walked back to the recliner with his hands behind his back and continued to lie down, and began to talk to himself with satisfaction.

"This beauty is strong enough, my brother likes it, I will clean you up sooner or later, I am not as good as you on the ground, even if I am dumped by you for eight streets? Kung Fu brother in bed dumps you eighteen streets, if you don't believe it, just wait, hi hi ......"

The pepper seedlings have been saved, and the hope of a better life in the second half of his life has not been destroyed.

Yang Huairen began to understand why he likes to eat chili peppers, just like now he always thinks about He Zhiyun, a woman like chili peppers, they are all glamorous and beautiful on the surface, and they have a strong and warm temperament on the inside.

(Tomorrow is Hula Hoop's birthday, please bless!) ）