Her embrace is exactly the same as that on Jingnan Mountain, solid and firm, with a little motherly gentleness and stability.

But it was such an embrace without any charm that made the vulgar song she had sung before ringing in his head...... The comic exhibition is stacked on top of each other, and the pillow side is scattered with hairpin rings...... However, the surnamed Feng simply carried him back to the house, put him on the kang, and went out with the baggage. Zhao Langzhong turned over and leaned on the window, looking at her back who jumped on the roof with only a slight jump, and suddenly felt a little disappointed, annoyed and discouraged.

And so she went.

Look how ugly you are tossing, people don't mean that to you at all, what's the use of tossing again.

Wine is the strangest thing, and the more sad it is, the more upset it is. Because of his high tolerance for anesthetics, in fact, Zhao Hanjing's wine consumption is not bad, not to mention these cups of sweet plum wine, even if you drink a jar of pot, you can save it. But he felt very tired, his head was like the stuffy pain after a hangover, and his internal organs seemed to be soaked by wine, and he couldn't lift his energy, he just wanted to close his eyes and sleep well.

Half-asleep and half-awake, he was softly lifted up and stuffed into the quilt; The man moved him, and at the same time complained: "Why do you fall asleep on the windowsill, and you don't cover the quilt or close the window, what if you catch a cold?" ”

It's Feng Ayan.

Zhao Langzhong was confused, but he was still angry with the fire, so he only pushed her shoulder with his hand, and muttered vaguely: "You are looking for your sour show, and it doesn't matter what I do." ”

"What kind of sour show, what kind of dream." Feng Ayan laughed, she only thought he was drunk and talked in his dreams, deceived him and couldn't really listen to it, and he might not remember it when he woke up, so she stood by the kang, leaned over, secretly reached out to trace his eyebrows, and sighed quietly, "I, I only have you in my eyes." But what about you, Langzhong, I don't want to teach people to worry, Rao is that I deliberately want to be a Yanagi Hui, and I can't stand you jumping three times a day. ”

The hand she was doing was suddenly caught, and Xiao Langzhong's voice sounded coldly: "If you can't be Liu Xia Hui, then I will ask you to be a disciple, how about it?" ”

Unexpectedly, being caught by someone, Feng Ayan saw that his eyes were clear, and she knew that her words had been heard by Xiao Zhao Langzhong, and she was rarely ashamed, and she didn't know how to answer. What Mr. He entrusted, she still hasn't told Zhao Hanjing, if she confesses to Zhao Langzhong seriously now, it will inevitably involve the past two years ago, or even longer, it will be very bad.

First, she is not Feng Yan's stunned child, thinking that with a token, she can serve as her parents' order and happily carry people home; Second, his encounter with Zhao Hanjing was too coincidental, and it was as if someone had arranged for them to go on a blind date. At the beginning, she didn't believe Zhao Langzhong, and many things happened for no reason; In the same theory, Zhao Langzhong may not believe her now, and maybe he will have to investigate with her the grievances suffered by Feng Yan for violently "inspecting the goods" at the beginning.

What if you continue to put on a hippie smile, tell a few more jokes, and gently peel off this stubble?

Then she's a real asshole.

Zhao Langzhong saw that she didn't answer, half sat up, and sneered with the strength of the wine: "What's the matter, Fang just praised me for being sweet, and I can't do it now, right?" As he spoke, he pulled her hand and clutched it to the bottom of his clothes.

“！” Touching a warm chest, Feng Ayan was startled, and subconsciously pulled her hand out, but Zhao Hanjing just didn't let go. Even if Xiao Langzhong tried to breastfeed, it was nothing more than for her, but she was afraid that she would hurt the other party's fingers by dragging hard, and she thought that she couldn't deal with the drunken man, so she had to grit her teeth and try to reason with him first, "Do you know what you're doing?" ”

She asked, do you know what you're doing?

He thought to himself, I know, how can I not know.

"Eating wine is eating wine, uncomfortable is uncomfortable, I still understand." In fact, Zhao Langzhong also reacted at this time, what did he do on the spur of the moment, but he relied on the two taels of wine in his stomach, and the surname Feng had never hurt him in the past two years, and he refused to end, but he even had an irrepressible tremor between his breaths, "Sensei interrupt me, I just ask, what do you think of me?" ”

After asking, he regretted it.

The one who complained about the surname Feng was driven to a dead end by himself. In case someone says, I only treat you as a brother and an accomplice, and I just refuse to talk to him about the little love between men and women, he can only say "oh", push people away, swallow today's thing into his stomach and let it rot to death, and now he starts to quit all ambiguous actions and keep his distance from her, what else can he do.

It's really ugly, Zhao Hanjing, you see that you have blocked the road, it's really ugly.

In the end, there is only a relationship of 475 yuan left between them, and when the last compensation is paid, it will not even be the relationship between "senior brothers and sisters", and it is not as close as when they allocated this amount on the abacus together two years ago.

When for what? A kind-hearted man with good medical skills? A very smart "senior brother" who is willing to help her cover up? Or was it a promise worth her life? It's all the fuck, but it's not right! She carefully considered the words, but at the beginning, those books seemed to be read into a dog's stomach, and there was not a single sentence or word that could summarize her feelings for Zhao Hanjing. Zhao Hanjing had already waited to let go of her hand, and every breath knocked on her eardrums like a rush, Feng Ayan gave up, and could only break the jar: "I want to hold hands with you, but I can't ......"

Before she could finish speaking, Zhao Langzhong crashed into her arms like a small cannonball, lips and teeth touched, hand-to-hand combat, so clumsy that he couldn't call it a kiss. Feng Ayan couldn't remember how many times he was scared today, and he was afraid that people would fall and fall somewhere, so he had to hold him firmly.

Holding back the ecstasy in his heart, Xiao Langzhong raised his head, covered his mouth that was bleeding, and hissed and inhaled in pain, but he still had to make a fierce face, and glared at the surnamed Feng menacingly: "It's nothing good, I'm responsible." ”

Is it responsible?

Then ...... Be responsible.

"You, you let me say what you are good ......" Feng Langzhong took out a handkerchief and gently helped him wipe the blood beads oozing from his lips, which was originally a criticism, but it seemed to be tender and sweet to say it, "It's nonsense." ”

The hangover slowly subsided, and then a trace of drunkenness poured up, and Zhao Hanjing could finally stay in her embrace with confidence, quite a kind of pride in keeping the clouds open and seeing the moon. He was like a cat that was being touched and snored, and he was satisfied with Ah Yan, and arched his head into her neck socket to rub: "I want to stop messing around, and continue to be reserved, maybe one day I will have to hang a hemp rope at the door of your wedding banquet with that person, so as to die...... Hmmm......"

Feng Ayan held his waist with one hand, held his face through the handkerchief with the other, and directly blocked the mouth that was talking nonsense - she had long wanted to taste it to see if he tasted like honey.

Sure enough, Xiaolang was sweet and silky, and there was still some fragrance of plum wine and pastries, half surprised and half comfortable for her to lick, so soft that it looked like the kind of maltose sold at the temple fair. After a shallow taste, she dropped a kiss on his eyebrows, as a subsidy and encouragement, and then calmly rubbed off a silver thread from the corner of his lips with her thumb, and her curved eyes were full of contentment: "Learn a little, this is called fragrant mouth." ”

Although this Langzhong's temper is much better than two years ago, this face has not grown at all, and he is embarrassed and annoyed by the teasing at this time, and the tips of his ears are red as if they are about to drip blood. Thinking about his previous entanglement, Zhao Hanjing only felt that he had lost face, and thought about simply driving people out of the house; But because of the first kiss, I solved the fun, it was the time to eat the marrow and know the taste, and the wish was finally fulfilled, so I was embarrassed to have a seizure, and I was tired of asking Feng Ayan for benefits.

"I almost forgot about that." Xiao Zhao Lang was warm and hugged like a big cat, Feng Ayan was reluctant to let go, so she pushed the person inside, rubbed off her shoes and climbed onto the kang. In the past, even if she had the heart to take care of him for the rest of her life, she could only point to it, lest she force him somewhere; But now that Zhao Langzhong is the first to move, she doesn't care about it anymore, so she naturally kisses the fragrance for as long as she can.

Feng Langzhong untied the burden on the side of the kang table, unfolded the clothes inside and draped them over his body. It was a new jacket with a wide collar wrapped around a snow-white paper collar, and the cuffs were cinched, and the cut was of the highest quality with the needlework, and it was very well fitted.

It's the same color as the one that was torn up before.

Feng Ayan explained while helping him tie his clothes: "I went out just now to help you sell that set of clothes." Wearing it once is not as good as a new one, and the price has been cut by at least forty percent, but well, I can finally buy a good ready-to-wear in the old Uncle Jiang's store on Front Street - I have grown and weighed in the past two years, and the old clothes are cramped, so I should buy some new clothes. Although this material is only fine arrowroot, it is not as valuable as the set of oak silk, and it is comfortable and decent enough to wear when you go out...... What do you think? ”

Zhao Hanjing stretched out his hand from his sleeve, poked the hem of the new robe, touched the fine and soft finely woven kudzu cloth with his fingertips, and suddenly thought of something, and suddenly had a little excitement: "Zhuqing?" ”

"Well, you look good in this color, white." Feng Langzhong put it to his ear and whispered, "This is just an apology to my senior brother, as for the token of love...... I haven't thought about it yet, so I'll make it up to you. ”

Because of Feng Ayan's sentence "good-looking", Zhao Hanjing was happy for a day, and when he saw everyone, he was smiling, and he was reluctant to go to bed at night, so he had to earn Ah Yan to kiss him on the forehead, so he was willing to sleep honestly under the quilt. However, perhaps because of the joy and sorrow, on the fourth watch, a strange buzzing sound suddenly sounded, and Zhao Langzhong was so startled that he jumped up directly from the bed. His heart trembled, and he secretly pinched the trick in his hand to avoid evil, and looked around.

Fortunately, Ah Yan has taken care of his diet in the past few years, and Zhao Hanjing's night blindness has improved, and Xiao Langzhong quickly discovered that the source of the beeping sound was a peachwood sword hanging on the wall.

The peachwood sword was an old thing he brought out from his master when he fled for his life, and his master had told him that he must keep it. It is said that this sword is the legacy of a late uncle, there is a spirit in the sword, which can kill demons and eliminate evil, screen good and evil, and will buzz whenever there is a monster nearby. It's just that this sword is fluttering, there has been no movement for seven or eight years, and there is nothing special about it, and Zhao Langzhong can't pull it out, so he hangs it in his room, and it is a thought. At this moment, the peachwood sword suddenly gave a warning, even if he was so sleepy, he had to cheer up.

- Something unclean has crept into the county.

Do you want to tell Ah Yan?