"What about me? If it weren't for this damn rain, I wouldn't have come in! Ping Ping was a little angry, she stuffed the package in her hand into Zhang Huan's hand, "This is the medicine that your lady brought you, I heard that you were injured, so I asked me to chase you all the way."

She hesitated for a moment, and then couldn't help asking, "Are you really hurt?" ”

The pro-soldiers next to him all retreated in amusement, and Zhang Huan smiled a little embarrassedly, "Hmm! Actually, it's nothing? ”

Both of them had nothing to say, the atmosphere was a little delicate, many years ago, Ping Ping could be said to do whatever she wanted in front of Zhang Huan, and she did not hide her inner emotions, but as she grew older, her mentality began to change, and she no longer showed her true feelings as arbitrarily as before, especially witnessing the death of her father and brother, the pain of losing her relatives made her suddenly mature, and her face suddenly turned a little red.

"Come in!"

Zhang Huan saw that there were water droplets hanging on Pingping's hair, and most of the clothes on his body were wet, so he hurriedly dodged to let her in, and he took out a set of his own clothes from his duffel bag and put them on the small table, "Change your clothes, or you won't catch a cold." ”

He walked out of the room and gently closed the door.

The rain outside was still very heavy, the snowy lightning was one after another, followed by bursts of muffled thunder, Zhang Huan stood in front of the window like a paper silhouette, staring at the dark and dreary rainy night, waiting for Pingping to change his clothes, of course he knew his wife's intention to let Pei Ying come to deliver medicine, since he was a child, he regarded Pingping as his sister, and never had the idea of marrying her as a wife, deep in his heart, in a dark and lonely night. He has always longed for a beautiful and gentle woman like his mother by his side, whether it is Cui Ning or Pei Ying, they all make up for this, and even in Jing Niang's body, he also captures a kind of maternal temptation, at least until he is thirty years old, he is making up for the misfortune of his childhood.

After the age of thirty, especially with the birth of his daughter, fatherhood gradually emanated in his heart. In the life-and-death power struggle, he began to feel a kind of physical and mental exhaustion, a longing for peace, longing for simplicity, longing for the carefree life of his youth began to sprout, and in the reminders of his wife again and again, he finally set his eyes on Pingping.

It should be said that he always has a deep sense of guilt for Pingping, not only the master and the fool died for himself. What's more important is that Pingping has always kept her body and never married, her heart has always been on the body of Zhang Shiba, who grew up with her, so that in the blind date persecution of her parents again and again, she always escapes by traveling, she is twenty-five years old this year. For a lone woman who has no father and brother to rely on and no backstage background. What does this mean?

Although love can't be charitable, but family affection is a kind of responsibility, he is Pingdi's brother, but also her relative, he has this responsibility to take care of her life, but year after year, he has never had the courage to face this responsibility, time has slipped away quietly in the peace that Pingping never bothered him, but now, when he finally decided to take on this responsibility. He's hesitant again, Pingping, will she see her responsibility as a handout? In her heart, can Zhang Dudu, the current secretary of the Ministry of Soldiers, replace the former Zhang Eighteen, who fought with her in the rain?

Perhaps, she doesn't need this so-called responsibility at all, this is the answer that Zhang Huan doesn't dare to unravel, just like the summer sun can't understand the snowflakes of winter. He no longer knows the flat heart.

"I'm all right!" The door opened. A bright light was projected, and Pingping, who had changed his clothes, appeared in front of him. The clothes looked very loose, Zhang Huan suddenly smiled, when he was a child, Pingping just liked to wear his clothes and pretend to be a tomboy to wander around Taiyuan City, and a familiar feeling arose spontaneously from his heart.

"Have you eaten?" Zhang Huan suddenly felt that he was asking a little too much, he smiled self-deprecatingly, and several pro-soldiers walked into the room quickly with food.

"Come on, let's eat together!" Zhang Huan's tone was very relaxed, trying to calm down the atmosphere of the room.

"Are you really hurt?" Ping Ping looked at him suspiciously, she was born in a pharmacy and had a natural sensitivity to the smell of medicine, if Zhang Huan was injured, why didn't he have a trace of the smell of medicine on his body.

"Don't ask, there are some injuries that you can't know." Zhang Huan dealt with it casually, but suddenly saw Pingping's face inexplicably red, and he was shocked to realize the language problem in his words.

"I have a stomachache, where do you think." Zhang Huan picked up the chopsticks with a smile and wanted to knock her on the head casually, which was also their habitual action in the past, Ping Ping would usually stretch out his head and take a beat, and then run to complain to his father, the reason why she was stupid was that Zhang Shibai always knocked her on the ground with chopsticks.

But today, the chopsticks couldn't be knocked down, and Ping Ping avoided it a little nervously, "You, what are you going to do?" ”

"It's nothing, let's eat!" Zhang Huan served the meal and gulped it down, his heart was full of loss, and he once inadvertently discarded a leaf that recorded the past, and when he picked it up again, the leaf was already covered with traces of time.

Pingping ate silently, she didn't say anything, for her, the man in front of her was familiar and strange, she was a persistent girl, she had been living in her own dreams, the past Zhang 18 represented the deepest emotional world in her heart, where there was every day when their whole family was happy, there was her expectation when she sent breakfast to Zhang 18 every day, there was her father's naughty reprimand for her, there was her mother's nagging and complaining, those days were plain, but they were her most precious and unforgettable memories.

Not long ago, her mother told her that Zhang Huan was going to marry her, she did not have ecstatic happiness, but an unspeakable loss, just like Zhang Huan took care of her is a responsibility, and it is also an obligation for her to marry Zhang Huan, she can't refuse, otherwise her father's spirit under the spring will not be able to turn a blind eye, but in the current Zhang Huan, can she still find the shadow of Zhang Eighteen in the past?

"Eighteen Lang, my third uncle is married." It's easy for me to remember an interesting thing.

The second-rate third uncle Lin actually got married, and Zhang Huan was also very interested, "Who is the bride?" It was able to make our Third Uncle Lin also disarm and surrender. ”

"It's a widow, her husband died the year before last, and she is the daughter of the shopkeeper of the coffin shop next door to our Linzhi Hall." Ping Ping couldn't help laughing and said, "It's the Yan coffin that always ran to my father to sue you when I was a child." ”

"It's her!" Zhang Huan tried hard to recall Yan's appearance, and a woman like a silkworm cocoon appeared in his mind, and he also laughed, "Maybe this is fate!" I hope that the third uncle will have a noble son as soon as possible. ”

At this time, the soldiers came in with a steamed bun, Zhang Huan took one and broke it, sandwiched a piece of meat into it, took a bite and smiled vaguely: "Actually, I still like to eat your fried eggs, browned a little, and sprinkled with a layer of salt." ”

Speaking of which, Zhang Huan's movements slowed down a little, and he saw Ping Ping take out a small snack box from his baggage, open it, and there was a small snack box inside, and then open it, five or six fried browned eggs were lying quietly in the box.

She pushed the box in front of Zhang Huan, "Don't think about it, I blew it up for myself last night, a few more." Knocking on the roof tiles, a waking morning breeze woke Zhang Huan from his dream, he slowly opened his eyes, only to see that Ping Ping had changed back into his clothes, and was standing in front of the window to open the window for him to ventilate, she hummed a song in her mouth, and wiped the rain seeping into the window with a towel, looking relaxed and happy, Zhang Huan simply pillowed his head and looked at her back, observing her from a man's point of view.

Although her appearance is very ordinary, her figure is very good, which is related to her perennial sports, her legs are slender and slender, her hip line is full and graceful, and her body is full of vitality.

Ahh A cool breeze blew, Zhang Huan couldn't help but sneeze, turned his head Pingping, saw him wake up, hurriedly closed the window, and complained to himself: "Look at my memory, I forgot that there is still a person lying here." ”

Zhang Huan froze, "Then what do you think this place is, a piece of wood, or a stone." ”

"Whatever it is, it won't be Eighteen Lang anyway." Ping Ping smiled a little slyly: "I think Eighteen Lang should have swam in the river five or six times by now, why is he still lying in the bed?" ”

Zhang Huan only felt that his face was a little hot, he hadn't swam in the early morning for two years, and every day he asked Pei Ying to wake him up for breakfast, "I'm depraved!" He got up and laughed self-deprecatingly, "Tomorrow, tomorrow I must get up and swim." ”

"Take a cold shower after swimming, don't worry, I won't break in again."

Ping Ping grinned as he ran out, and the voice came from afar, "I'll go get you breakfast." ”

She has obviously forgotten the embarrassment of last night, Zhang Huan put on her coat and her mood is also light, and the biggest advantage of being together is that she is in a happy and relaxed mood.

Soon, Pingping brought in a plate from the outside, two steamed buns, a bowl of thick porridge, and two fried golden eggs, Zhang Huan took a bite, the fragrance overflowed, he couldn't help but praise: "Our Pingping fried egg skills have been perfected, Datang is unbeatable, I can eat eighteen in one breath." ”

Ping Ping lowered his head, and his face slowly flushed with a touch of pink, looking extremely delicate.