The dried meat made by Yao's grandmother brought by Yao Zhenjiang was left by Yang Yunhai, but the Hongta Mountain was returned by him.

The reason is that I don't smoke.

Men in the army are addicted to smoking, and those who don't smoke are simply superb.

Yao Zhenjiang's impression of Yang Yunhai is even better.

It's a pity, Yang Yunhai's identity is there, and the family is still in Kyoto, if their maid is a few years older, if the Tian family doesn't fall, it will be a good match.

If Gu Lingling knew that because of the meeting once, his grandfather would have made up so much brain, and he would definitely be surprised with wide eyes.

She had never thought about it.

With the experience of his previous life, Gu Lingling felt that it was impossible for him to like others again in his life.

What's more, the other party is still Yang Yunhai!

Yao Zhenjiang carefully told Gu Lingling again, and then he went home, he asked for half a day off from the factory, and he had to hurry to work in the afternoon.

After he left, Gu Lingling said hello to Yang Yunhai and went to the kitchen.

"Your nickname is Yaya?" Yang Yunhai sat in the courtyard with a book and basked Gu Lingling, who was washing vegetables.

"Hmm." Gu Lingling paused, thinking of his mother Yao Qianru, "The nickname my mother gave me, Yaya's name is easy to support." “

Gu Lingling's grief flashed in a flash, but he was still caught by Yang Yunhai.

"Brother Yang, what do you want to eat at noon?" Gu Lingling asked, "Is the dough piece good?" ”

"Call me Brother Hai." Yang Yunhai turned a page of the book, a little careless.

Just now, Shen Lingyu also called him Brother Yang, but now hearing Gu Lingling call him like this, he was a little uncomfortable.

"Oh." Gu Lingling glanced at him, didn't see anything, and could only lower his head and continue to wash the vegetables.

Brother Hai!

This is only someone who is very familiar with Yang Yunhai will call him that.

Gu Lingling thinks that he still doesn't have such a big face!

Who knew that the vegetables were washed, Yao Jingsong came back, and he was still carrying an old hen in his hand.

It was a hen raised by Grandma Yao herself, which was specially used to lay eggs and eat, so she was killed and brought over.

Yao's grandmother heard what Yao Zhenjiang said about Yang Yunhai when she went home, and when she heard that she was injured, she was distressed at the moment, "People have saved the lives of our two babies, and this has to be repaired." ”

As he spoke, he was going to catch an old hen in the backyard, "This hen is the best way to make up for her body." ”

"We can't take advantage of other people's boys." Grandma Yao said babblingly.

"That's the same thing for me, but the girl said everything." Yao Zhenjiang said with a sigh.

"Our girl is not the shallow-eyed girl, she must have her reasons for doing this." Grandma Yao said, "Didn't you say that Comrade Yang's grandfather was also here with us in the past?" ”

"Wait until autumn, let's make more dried meat and sausages, and get some mountain goods for Comrade Yang to send to his grandfather."

Yao Zhenjiang thought about it, too, and shouted Yao Jingsong to go to the backyard to catch chickens.

As soon as Yao Jingsong heard that Yang Yunhai was going to replenish his body, he didn't feel distressed, and ran out to catch the hen, and he caught the fattest one, "Fat dun, you can sacrifice it." ”

He helped Yao's grandmother raise those chickens.

"What can I do to help?" Yao Jingsong secretly glanced at Yang Yunhai with a pair of eyes, and said to Gu Lingling casually,

"See that pile of firewood? Let's go chop wood. Gu Lingling was not polite at all, and he pointed to him to do any hard work.

If this was at Yao's grandmother's house, Yao Jingsong would have picked a son a long time ago, but there was his idol sitting not far away, and I heard that he was injured because of saving him, so he couldn't lose face in front of his idol.

Gu Lingling raised her eyebrows, she didn't expect Yao Jingsong to be so obedient in front of Yang Yunhai.

"Why do you need to write? I'm done with it. ”

If he wants to chop wood, he will chop it without saying a word.

Let the vegetable patch in the backyard be turned over, and he will do it in a hurry.

But why Mao wants him to write now?

Grandma Yao is not as nosy as Gu Lingling, and she thought that she could escape when she came out.

Yao Jingsong exploded.

"You have to listen to me in the future?" Gu Lingling raised her eyebrows and looked at her red-faced brother, "Don't you want to talk?" Brother Hai can testify. ”

Well, Yao Jingsong confessed.