Rong Guanguan, who is very "popular": "Okay, Brother Tiezhu." ”

Rong Tiezhu, which has been renamed Rong Da Tie: "......"

Rong Guanguan trotted to pick up the ping pong ball, the snow on the ground melted and froze, he slipped under his feet, and sat on the ground.

If it weren't for the fact that he had a lot of meat, I wouldn't know how much it hurt. But there was too much meat for him to get up......

At this time, a hand came over, it was a young sister, she was wearing a scarf, only half of her face was exposed: "Hurry up, or your clothes will get wet." ”

Rong Guanguan took her hand and got up from the ground: "Thank you, sister." ”

Behind the girl stood a tall man wearing a mask, carrying his luggage in his hand, and said, "Guanguan, you have to call sister-in-law." ”

I couldn't see the face, but Rong Guanguan recognized the voice: "Brother Rong Peng." ”

Rong Peng is the grandson of the old lady Qiuhua, more than ten years ago, the old lady sent the white-haired person to the black-haired person, and her son and daughter-in-law were buried in the fire, leaving only Rong Peng's only seedling.

Because his parents died in the fire, Rong Peng became a firefighter, and this time he came back and brought a daughter-in-law.

In the afternoon, several women in the village who did not go out to work gathered at a table in Wang Yuelan's small mahjong parlor and talked about it at the card table.

"Have you seen Rong Peng's face?" The first to mention this matter was the veteran Wang Yuelan.

Zou Jinxi played a card: "No, what's wrong?" ”

Wang Yuelan nodded on the left side of her face: "Disfigured." ”

Zou Jinxi's next home is her concubine, Gao Hongxia: "Was it injured when fighting the fire?" ”

"Eighty percent of them."

Wu Peiyao knew about this matter, Mrs. Qiuhua went to Nancheng half a year ago to take care of her son, and stayed for more than two months before coming back, she heard her mother-in-law say that the old lady came back and was seriously ill, and couldn't help but sigh: "If it were me, I would definitely be reluctant to let my son be a firefighter, it would be too dangerous." ”

Wang Yuelan answered: "I just saw the out-of-town daughter-in-law brought back by Rong Peng, she looks pretty good, why did she look disfigured-"

Aunt Hongzhong touched herself and threw the card very loudly: "Yuelan, are you talking about human words?" ”

Wang Yuelan has always been a broken mouth, unconvinced, and refuted: "I didn't say anything." ”

Aunt Hongzhong looked at her.

The out-of-town daughter-in-law brought back by Rong Peng is still very young, just turned twenty, and her name is Liao Zhaodi.

Half a year ago, there was a fire in Nancheng People's Hospital, Liao Zhaodi was trapped in the fire, and it was Rong Peng who carried her out, when she was in a coma and wearing Rong Peng's oxygen mask on her face.

It was the fire that injured Rong Peng's left face.

The snow stopped and stopped, and it was falling in the evening, and it didn't fall much, and it drifted slowly. Xu Tanxi closed and just came out of the store when he saw Rong Li standing outside.

There was already a lot of snow on his shoulders.

Xu Tanxi locked the door: "Sir, are you waiting for me?" ”

Rong Li blew it up, blowing off the snow falling on his eyelashes: "No." He made a reason, "I didn't bring an umbrella." ”

Xu Tanxi gave him the umbrella, he naturally opened it, took two steps, saw that she didn't follow, and turned around: "You don't go?" ”

The umbrella is a bit small, and she only has one in her shop.

She hesitated briefly, but stepped into the umbrella, and she politely distanced herself from him, a man and a woman.

Rong Li raised her head: "Come in, the umbrella is not enough." ”

"Hmm."

She came a little closer.

As she walked, the umbrella slowly tilted towards her. There are not many pedestrians on the road, it is very quiet, the snow covers the road, everywhere is white, the snowflakes are floating in the wind, Rong Li holds an umbrella, walks in the snow with her, there are two long rows of footprints on the ground.

Like a painting.

"I didn't burn your letter." He said it suddenly.

Xu Tanxi looked at him sideways, the wind blew red, the tide blew into the eyes of her lover, her whole gaze was all him, all the sounds were silent, and the silver and white of the world became a foil.

"Xu Tanxi," Rong Li stopped, "why do you like me?" ”

He could see that it should have started very early, but they hadn't seen her before she came to Xiangyun Town.

She looked at him, her eyes wet, and the wind ruffled the hair in her ears: "Don't you remember me at all?" Although she hid it carefully, she couldn't hide the loss in her eyes.

Rong Li held the umbrella, standing at the tuyere, most of his body was outside the umbrella, she was in the umbrella, he asked, "We have met before?" Where is it? ”

"In the hospital, Nancheng People's Hospital."

When Rong Li faked his death and was injured, he did stay in Nancheng People's Hospital for a while, but he didn't have Xu Tanxi in his impression: "When did you see me?" Where exactly? ”

"May 28, in the fire."

It was he who lifted her out of the fire.