After resting for a while, the others all came to see Cheng Haofeng, and when they saw Hu Xianxian's sad and angry expression, they spoke out to persuade him. She shook her head and said that there was no need to persuade her, and it was useless to persuade her.

She and Cheng Haofeng muttered again, all they said was something that confused them.

Cheng Haofeng said "heh" twice, as if he was laughing, and then said: "Spring ...... Xiao ......"

Ma Shuo really didn't understand how he had Yaxing to recite ancient poems, Hu Xianxian bowed her head and smiled, she knew that he was in a very happy mood at the moment.

It was after the old-fashioned eldest brother and the good sister were happy together, he hugged her and wanted to recite a poem, saying that it was "Spring Dawn".

"I don't know about spring sleep, just because I'm too tired."

"The sound of moaning at night, how much does the elite soldier lose."

The good girl glanced at him with disgust, twisted his arm and said: "It's true that the older you get, the more immodest it becomes. ”

"How can I be indecent? It's you who want to be crooked. This year, the weather is heating up fast, and the mosquitoes come out early, so can the mosquitoes fly around and chirp and chirp to sleep well? I don't know how many of the elite soldiers of the mosquito team have been killed, and I have to sleep well, and the sky is bright again. ”

The good girl pursed her lips, "Strong words." ”

The old-fashioned big brother is not crazy and stupid, but occasionally gets a headache when stimulated, or suddenly wakes up in the middle of the night and talks nonsense. Some things he remembered, and some things were completely different from other people's memories in his memory.

For example, the matter of Xiao Qingmei, in his current opinion, is that his parents forced him to be with Xiao Qingmei in order to coax him back to the city. Later, Xiao Qingmei couldn't adapt to his eccentric and stereotypical personality, and learned that he gave up inheriting the family property, and felt that there was no hope for him and left.

The good girl didn't dare to explain more, he thought so. Now he is less sensitive and gloomy, and more funny and obscene, she is a little uncomfortable, but she is happy for him.

Before, she always looked at the dark clouds in his eyes and asked him what he was thinking. Now, he always felt a hint of pathos in her expression, and asked her if she had any sorrow.

She said that she was not worried, he felt that she was hiding it, "Don't hide it from me, we do the most intimate things, your eyes are a little wandering, as if you are absent-minded." ”

"Is there one?" She asked rhetorically, is she really so bad at hiding her thoughts? He is not as careful as before, but he is him after all, pay attention to whether the other party's eyes are focused when making out between husband and wife, why is his mind so delicate?

She didn't dare to open the topic anymore, and told him seriously: "I'm thinking about what you said before, you said: People who are happy with each other do those things together to have each other, and they will feel down-to-earth, satisfied, happy and warm afterwards." If two emotionless people do those things together, they are just greedy for excitement and indulge in ruined desires, which are ruined desires and not sexual desires, and only regret and emptiness are left afterwards. ”

The old-fashioned big brother rubbed his forehead, "I used to speak so sourly? I didn't say it, you said it, right? Good wife understands so many truths, or would you write a book? ”

From that day on, he urged her to write a book, writing about the stories she told about Cheng Haofeng and Hu Xianxian, as well as many other very bizarre people and bizarre things.

She has written a lot of short stories, she likes to write sweet and simple stories, and she says that she can't stand too sadistic and complicated stories.

He was disappointed: "You love to write stories, why do you always write other people's stories?" You won't do anything I want you to do, no matter what is more important than my request, only I am the least important. ”

He is occasionally as ignorant as a child, she won't care about him, and patiently advises him: "I'll finish the story of Brother Xiao and Brother Tian first, okay?" Their story should be read by a lot of people. (Brother Xiao is a woman, Brother Tian is a man)

He was sullen, but he only nodded in agreement. He didn't know that she had actually tried to write about those bizarre things, writing, writing, and never being able to write about it. It's not that I don't have anything to write, it's that I'm tired and distressed when I write.

Thanks to the relationship between the old man and the Lord, he still has an idle job, and his salary is meager, which is enough to support himself. The parents of the good sister didn't dare to complain about him more, but they just felt that their daughter was hard.

He has a quiet job and leaves work early every day. When she locked the shop and rode back to the community, he would always wait at the entrance of the building to help her carry the car.

The neighbors all said that he loved his wife so much, and her parents said that he was a fake wife, and if he really loved his wife, he should earn more money, so that his wife didn't have to work hard.

She knows his situation, and if nothing happens, it's okay, how can she force him to make a lot of money?

It's just that knowing is knowing, and if you say too much, it will invisibly affect people.

One day she was in a bad mood because of something wrong in the accounts, he still smiled and helped her carry the car, she said coldly: "I can carry it and lock it myself, don't wait here every day, there are so many people who come out and go in, you look like a fool here." ”

His outstretched hand froze in mid-air, froze for a long time, and went home silently.

That night, he had a high fever in the middle of the night and kept talking nonsense, saying that he would eventually dissipate and become invisible, that she would eventually forget about him.

When he called the community doctor, he had a fever, but the doctor took his temperature and said that he did not have a fever. He also said that he was mentally ill and that they could not be cured by ordinary doctors.

Lan Yingying rushed to see him and asked if the good girl had said anything to stimulate him. The good girl remembered and kept apologizing to him, but he was still not sober.

Lan Yingying scolded him: "If you make trouble again, you will be tied up in a mental hospital, so that you really will never see her again!" Do you feel sorry for her? You deliberately wanted to make her sad, didn't you? ”

This scolding played a role, he slowly opened his eyes, no longer yelled, but held the good girl's hand and asked, "I give you a hundred points in my heart, how many points do you give me?" It can't be a zero, right? ”

The good girl kept shaking her head, and many words choked in her throat and couldn't come out. When he saw her shake his head, he asked, "Not zero?" Oh, I see, it used to be a zero score, but now it can only be a negative score, and the deduction has become a negative score. ”

The good girl bit the back of her hand hard, the pain suppressed the sadness, and she finally spoke: "No, I'll give you ninety-nine points." It was supposed to be a hundred points, but I only blame you for giving me a hundred points, I don't deserve a hundred points. You don't know how to rate, so you have to deduct one point. ”

She said that he laughed astringently, Lan Yingying and several adults wiped their tears beside them, and the little girl asked aggrievedly: "Mom, how many points can I get?" I'm a little better than my father, can I get more points? ”

The old-fashioned eldest brother's red face returned to normal slightly, he sat up, stroked his daughter's head and said, "Of course you have more points, it's two hundred points, Dad gives you 100 points, and Mom also gives you 100 points." ”

The matter is settled, but the good girl is afraid that something like this will happen again. She was even more afraid that if she continued like this, she would have problems with her own mental state.

Lan Yingying said that maybe some things could be compiled into the book as proposed by the old-fashioned eldest brother, so that he could see those stories unconsciously, so that Hu Xianxian and they could also sense these stories, and maybe there would be a solution in the dark.

The good girl began to write a book, she wanted to find a cover that could fit her thoughts, but she couldn't find it.

The little brother in the print shop next door saw her looking distressed about the pictures, so he asked her what was wrong. She said the cause of the accident, and he said he made one for her. Before you do that, let her talk about what the cover image is required.