Xiao Cheng's flat head has grown hair recently, to be exact, it should be a little longer than short hair, no more than a knuckle in length, but it doesn't dry as quickly as before after washing.

He habitually did not wipe his hair after taking a shower, and only after washing his clothes did he take a towel to wipe it casually, and after walking a few steady distances, the towel was already on the chair next to the bed.

"Minor problem, solved."

"Oh......" doesn't say pull down.

Bai Lu picked up the book again, half-lying down to block her face and read the book, but there was no response when the bed next to her sank into a large piece.

It wasn't until a man next to him let out a low laugh that he turned a page of the book in a hurry, and the sound of the book drowned out the low laughter.

Xiao Cheng leaned on the head of the bed, stared sideways at the thick book, and his voice penetrated the book lightly: "The fir trees on the mountain are old and large, and when the workers cut them, they rolled down the mountain without their hearts, and hit an elder's grave halfway up the mountain.

Bai Lu only worshiped the tomb in the cemetery in later generations, and never saw the tomb on the mountain, and returned to Xiaojia Village with Xiao Cheng on the Qingming Festival to worship his ancestors, which was the first time he saw a folk tomb.

For those folk customs in uncharted territory, curiosity can easily be aroused and you want to know more about them.

Broaden the cognitive level: "Is it bad? Or is it going to be fragrant if you hit it? ”

The book on his face fell with the sound.

Xiao Cheng didn't look away, and looked at the girl's clear eyes full of curiosity, and pondered for a moment.

Calmly spoke: "The villagers of Xiaojia Village went up the mountain to worship during the Qingming Festival, and removed the weeds around the tomb, a few days ago it rained heavily, the soil was wet and loose, and the fir trees fell from a high place after being cut off, and the soil on the side of the tomb was scattered.

The fact that I didn't finish talking about was that the fir wood knocked away the loose soil on the side of the grave, and the columbarium was exposed.

After listening to Xiao Cheng's calm and unwavering narration, Bai Lu not only did not have the slightest fear, but also became more curious: "When you put on the incense, did Ah Gong say something next to him?" Do you talk like you did during the Qingming Festival? ”

Xiao Cheng nodded his head: "Hmm."

"What did you say?" Bai Lu continued to ask.

Xiao Cheng pondered for a moment, and replied, "I said what I said when I worshiped my ancestors."

Bai Lu: "......"

"What did you say when you worshipped your ancestors?"

We must get to the bottom of it and refuse to give up.

Xiao Cheng took a deep look at her, pulled the quilt folded at the end of the bed and covered his body, lay down and closed his eyes.

Yu Yu spoke: "Said a good word."

"What's the good word?" Bai Lu's brain was gnawed by curious ants, and she wanted to lift his quilt.

Let him finish answering before going to sleep.

However, the family motto tied the bones of the limbs.

But Xiao Cheng was still lying on his side, turned his back, and replied perfunctorily: "Good words."

Bai Lu decisively threw down the book, forcibly pulled him around, and coldly met a pair of dark eyes.

Let go immediately and change your smile in seconds: "Your hair is not dry yet, sleeping with wet hair is not good for your health, it will be invaded by the cold, causing colds and headaches and other adverse reactions, you should get up, dry your hair and go to sleep."

Xiao Cheng looked at her and was silent for a moment, and finally answered the question: "The three princes are not strange, the children and grandchildren have no intention of colliding, specially prepare good wine and food, the bridge returns to the bridge, and the road returns to the road......"

It's definitely sketchy again.

Bai Lu listened to it word by word, maintained a standard smile on his face, and got up to pull Xiao Cheng up.

Then lie down on your own: "Good night."

The words turned away, turning their backs to someone.

Xiao Cheng was forced to sit, looking at the big zongzi lying in front of him, the tip of his tongue against the back of his teeth, a hint of an oozing smile overflowing from the corner of his mouth, and he slowly leaned over, like a beast that had been dormant for a long time, silently hunting towards the prey in all directions.

The cold and clear voice approached the slender neck from behind, and fell from top to bottom: "Get up."

"I have something to talk to you."

Bai Lu still remembered the unfinished answer, turned around suddenly, and was caught off guard by a face that seemed to be smiling, with deep three-dimensional eyebrows and eyes, and dark pupils that were slightly stunned.

Thin cool lips, lips, lips......

Match her, zero distance, close to each other.

The tips of the noses collided, the breath was scattered in all directions, and it was impossible to tell who was who, and the warm breath filled the square inch, lingering between the stunned and motionless lips.

Bai Lu was still covered with a quilt, the quilt was covered with a white blanket, her hands and feet shrunk in the big zongzi, she turned around too quickly, she didn't expect to stretch it out, and she pressed it when she lay on her side.

Thinking that Xiao Cheng was still sitting in the posture that she had just pulled up, he turned around and looked up at him.

Unexpectedly, Xiao Cheng didn't know when to lean down, so close to her, and he didn't move to meet her......

Her upturned face automatically delivered a kiss to the door.

Bai Lu's brain was blank, and he lost his ability to think for a while, and after reacting, he immediately shrank back, quickly retreated, and retreated to the innermost part of the big bed with the quilt.

The back was against the wall through the quilt, and the head was retracted into the zongzi, and the "whoosh" turned around quickly.

An unnatural muffled voice came from the tiny gap in the tightly rolled quilt: "It's late, go to bed, I'll talk about it tomorrow."

When Xiao Cheng came back to his senses when he heard the voice, there was already a tightly rolled zongzi quilt in front of him, and the residual warmth at the corners of his mouth had not dissipated.

The last trace of sweetness was still there, and he pursed his lips, his eyes flashing with the deep joy he had received.

The light dimmed, and the moonlight poured in through the gap in the windowsill and fell on the two figures on the bed who had not slept for a long time.

The stars are home.

The sky glowed with a hint of fish's belly.

Xiao Wei felt that he had gotten up early today, but his eldest brother and sister-in-law were earlier than him.

Before he got close to the kitchen, the sweet smell of sugar-fried chestnuts sweetened his whole face.

The sound of manually and electrically stir-frying chestnuts comes out layer upon layer, which sounds messy but fast-paced.

After entering the door, I saw two familiar figures, standing by the stove, holding a spatula and frying chestnuts.

An electric chestnut stir-fry machine is buzzing next to it.

But no matter how loud they screamed, the two people standing on both sides of the stove seemed to have not heard.

Except for adding syrup to the pot on time, there was no expression on his face, and he didn't even say a word.

Atmosphere......

It seems a little weird.

Xiao Wei was full of doubts, brushed his teeth, washed his face, ate breakfast, washed the dishes, and went to school with his schoolbag on his back.

There are three more sales channels for sugar-fried chestnuts, and the chestnuts to be fried will be doubled, and it will definitely not be enough to fry if you don't get up early.

Then there are two processes of electric manual, stir-fry at the same time, the first day of eight overhead road, successful supply is not a problem.

Wang Cuihua was about to leave after receiving the goods, but was left alone by Bai Lu, waiting for the increase with surprise and excitement on her face.

Unexpectedly, as soon as Bai Lu opened her mouth, she broke her illusions: "Did Luo Sixteen return your ladder?"

Wang Cuihua had a complicated expression on her face that didn't turn a corner, "Not yet." ”

Bai Lu frowned: "Did he say when he would pay it back?"

(End of chapter)