"Am I an outsider?" Mu Zichuan pointed to his nose and asked, his fingers trembling slightly.

He and her, but they have been engaged to marry since they were young!

She can walk, and she clings to him like a fart.

He used to study at a private school in a neighboring village, and she ran over every day to play in the mud at the door of the private school and wait for him.

Walking in the village, wherever there is him, there will be her.

She's stupid, fat, and ugly, and her world is in chaos, but she knows him alone!

In order to get rid of her entanglement, he begged his mother to entrust the relationship between Gagong and his uncle and went to the school in the town.

He had been hiding from her, for years.

Now, he didn't want to hide anymore, and even wanted to take the initiative to get close to her.

However, in her eyes, she no longer looked at him.

How can you be like this? How can it!

Hearing Mu Zichuan's question, Yang Ruoqing seemed to have heard the funniest joke.

"Your surname is Mu, my surname is Yang, we are not relatives, what are we not outsiders?"

She smiled and asked, "Also, you still claim to be a reader." There is a way that a gentleman does not stand under the dangerous wall, you are a scholar who can't read your sage book well, and run to listen to the words of the village women chewing their tongues, Xiucailang, are you worthy of Sage Kong? ”

After saying a few words, Mu Zichuan was speechless, and his face was red.

He found that no matter how much he could take advantage of Li'er, as long as he argued with Qing'er, he would have to fall behind.

This girl, I couldn't speak clearly before, why is she so tricky and weird now?

With such sharp teeth and sharp mouths, he actually speaks the truth.

It's not annoying at all, but I want to appreciate her more and more!

However, I saw the neatly folded men's clothes in the basket.

The smile that had not yet spread at the corner of Mu Zichuan's mouth disappeared without a trace in an instant.

"Qing'er, I won't argue with you, I will use the facts to prove to you, me and Luo Fengtang, who is worthy of entrusting for life!"

Without waiting for her to respond, Mu Zichuan turned around and left resolutely.

Leaving Yang Ruoqing stunned in place, tilting her head to look at his thin and thin figure gradually drifting away.

What does this sour scholar mean?

Listening to this, is it possible that he regretted the divorce?

What did you think of your sister?

Chinese cabbage on the side of the road, buy it if you want? Return if you don't like it?

Cut, dead scholar, you speak carefully, and if you talk like this bastard again, you will be slapped in the face!

……

went straight to the old Luo's house, and the blacksmith Luo was squatting at the door of the stove room with a sad face and smoking dry cigarettes.

Seeing Yang Ruoqing enter the courtyard, Blacksmith Luo's eyes lit up.

Hurriedly pulled out the dry tobacco pole in his mouth and greeted him, "Qing girl, you came just in time, help me persuade Tang Lingzi." ”

"What's wrong with him?" Yang Ruoqing asked in surprise.

"I asked him to lie on his stomach on the bed to recuperate, but he didn't listen, and insisted on working in the field." Locke Blacksmith said.

"Did he burn it yesterday?" She asked again.

"That's not true, I slept all day after drinking porridge and ate a little at night!"

"That's good." Yang Ruoqing nodded.

"But he went to pick up the water family just after dawn, and swept the yard, this time he was chopping wood in the backyard, and he couldn't stop it! The body is not yet complete, what if it touches it? "Blacksmith Luo is very sure.

Yang Ruoqing said: "Uncle Luo, don't worry, I'll call him back to rest." ”

She then handed over the bamboo basket to the blacksmith Luo, asked him to heat up the bowl of corn paste, and went to the backyard to find Luo Fengtang.

……

In the backyard, Luo Fengtang was copying the axe in his hand and burying his head in chopping wood.

A pair of sleeves are rolled up to the shoulders, and the exposed arm muscles are strong and well-proportioned.

The wooden stakes, which were thicker than an adult's thighs, were split in half in an instant under his axe, like chopping melons and vegetables.

On the ground on one side, there was already a lot of split hard wood.

"The wound hasn't scabbed over yet, and it's going to be hard work to turn around and collapse, do you kid want me to see your ass and see the eyes with needles?"

A crisp voice came from behind him.

Luo Fengtang raised the axe high and paused at the top of his head.

The girl's words made his face flush again.

Dropping the axe in his hand, he turned.

The girl was standing against the courtyard wall of the yellow clay stone barrier with her arms on her chest.

Seeing him turn around, she looked at him with a smile.

"After sleeping all day, my body is much better, and my strength is back, this little bit of work is nothing!" He said.

Yang Ruoqing glanced at him, put down his hands and walked over.

"You lost so much blood that day, you lost your vitality, and you had to lie in bed for three or five days before you could get off the ground."

She walked up to him and stood on tiptoe.

Lift your sleeve and gently wipe the beads of sweat from his head and face.

Her clothes were washed with soap powder.

When I wiped the sweat beads for him, the fresh fragrance of soaphorn penetrated into his nose.

He took a deep breath.

Qing'er ...... It smells so good!

"Look at you, you're sweating."

When she was done, she stepped back.

The scent of his snort dissipated, and he suddenly felt empty in his heart.

"Hurry back to the house and lie down, don't be in a hurry for this moment. When you're well, I'm afraid I won't have any heavy work to do for you! ”

Her voice came again, and the person had already turned and walked towards the front room.

Luo Fengtang hesitated, put down the axe in his hand, and chased after him.

In the Westinghouse.

Yang Ruoqing was bending down to make his bed.

She'd never seen a person who could sleep in a bed like this!

She felt that her pig's nest was cleaner and more comfortable than his bed.

Look at the sheets, quilt covers and pillow towels, they are tattered and full of holes.

There is a strange smell on it, I'm afraid that the old man hasn't washed it for a while, and he hasn't seen the sun.

The sky was gloomy and gloomy for the past two days, and I couldn't get the sun.

So, Yang Ruoqing had to pick up the quilt on his bed and shake off the dust on it.

Lay the quilt again and lay the pillow flat.

After doing all this, she turned around and beckoned to Luo Fengtang, who was standing at the door of the house and looking at this: "Come here, lie down!" ”

Luo Fengtang did as he said, lay down, sat sideways, and tried to avoid the wound.

His eyes followed Yang Ruoqing's figure.

Watch her tiptoe off the sieve from the front and back windows, and watch her pick up the tub in the middle of the room and lean against the corner.

She leaned down again, gathered the shoes of the east and west under the bed, and put them out of the window to blow.

Luo Fengtang finally understood what Yang Ruoqing was doing.

He said loudly: "Qing'er, you're busy, go back and wait for me to heal, I'll clean up the house by myself." ”

"You can clean up the house, you have to be able to clean the house, is this house like this?"

Yang Ruoqing raised her eyelids and glanced at him, and said a little funny.

"It just so happens that I'm free today, so I'll come, you can rest!"

In the space between her words, she had already brought a broom and a dustpan and gently swept the ground.

Luo Fengtang was speechless by her, sat on the bed with a red face, watched her sweep the floor, scrub the windowsill and wardrobe......