But watching Xiao Zhengtai run out, Jiang Ye finally remembered the decision she had thought about since she got up, that is, just when the male owner came back, she talked about the matter of separation.

With the memory of the original owner, Jiang Ye understands that in this era, women can take the initiative to reconcile with men in addition to being abandoned, although there is no difference between the two in people who look down on women, but nominally, Heli is always better than Hugh Qi, and has experienced the experience of not even borrowing a firewood knife in the morning, for fame, Jiang Ye can naturally leave a little bit is a little.

Jiang Ye, who had made up his mind, came out of the kitchen, and saw two men in the yard, one big and one small, Xiao Zhengtai was sitting on a stool with a broken leg holding a few red fruits to gnaw, which seemed to have been picked by his father from the mountain. And Zhao Fengcheng sat on the ground, skinning the prey he brought back, a gray fat rabbit, although the fur was a little variegated, but it was very bright, and it could also be sold to people with a little money to make boots or something.

Hearing the movement, Zhao Fengcheng turned around and saw that it was Jiang Ye, and continued to peel the skin without saying anything.

And because the original owner was very disgusted with her husband, and his eyes rarely stayed on Zhao Fengcheng's face, so after recalling for most of the day, Jiang Ye saw the appearance of a man clearly for the first time.

He looked like he was about twenty-five or sixteen, wearing a sleeveless linen shirt that only country laborers worn, and a pair of dark black trousers wrapped around his lower body.

I don't know how tall he is, but Jiang Ye knows that the original owner is not short, and according to his memory, the original owner can often only look at the other party's chest, and it is estimated that Zhao Fengcheng is still one meter eight or nine or so on.

In the early years of enlisting in the army, now he is hunting and begging for a living, Zhao Fengcheng looks a little rough, but his facial features are upright, and his sword eyebrows are still very handsome.

Seeing Zhao Fengcheng, Jiang Ye once again expressed his deep dislike for the original owner's aesthetics, he didn't want a handsome man at home, he had to stick that kind of flowery and eyeless thing upside down, this eye is really not ordinary blindness.

But it's a pity that Jiang Ye is not interested in inheriting someone else's man, especially her embarrassing identity, when the time comes, she will really re-warm each other's hearts and get together again, is it considered that she has greened herself?

After all, in the eyes of others, especially Zhao Fengcheng, she is the original owner!

So Jiang Ye looked at it a little, stepped forward and touched Xiao Zhengtai's head, and told him to go to the kitchen to eat tortillas, Xiao Zhengtai really likes Zhao Fengcheng, so he had to hesitate for a while, but the smart Xiao Zhengtai saw that his mother and father had something to say despite reluctance, so he reluctantly left.

Jiang Ye sat down in front of the man with a stool, smiling like a big-tailed wolf.

"That, Dalang."

The other party didn't raise his head, and Jiang Ye, who was smiling, was a little stiff.

There is nothing wrong with her name, men and women in this world rarely call their names, and even many people in the village do not have names, all of them are surnames plus family rankings, and they seem cordial when they shout, so Xiao Zhengtai is the only son in the family, and men and the original owner will call him Da Lang, and Xiao Zhengtai's father generally calls him Zhao Lang.

But Zhao Lang or something, he couldn't shout at the main master, and it seemed too raw to call his name, so Jiang Ye called him Da Lang.

Facing the indifferent Zhao Dalang, Jiang Ye tried hard to collect the language in her belly, but unfortunately the Chinese was taught by the physical education teacher back then, she thought hard, and didn't summarize any roundabout words, looked at the other party's flexible peeling hand, and said directly: "It's better to leave." ”