When Zhang Lan and the two arrived at Qingshan Village, it was already more than two o'clock in the afternoon, and when the car stopped at the door of Zhang Lan's house, Zhang Lan, who got out of the car, found that not only in the yard, but also on the road outside the house, and even the vegetable patch next to the courtyard wall had been cleaned up.

Qin Yongjun looked around curiously, looked up at the sky, turned his head to Zhang Lan and said, "Your environment here is very good." ”

"It's close to the mountains, and the industry is not developed, so the environment is good." Zhang Lan explained as she got something down from the car.

"You're boring. Good afternoon, Auntie! Qin Yongjun glanced at Zhang Lan, and then shouted with a smile on his face.

It was Zhang Lan's mother who heard the sound of a car and walked out of the house, followed by her father Zhang Dahai. Qin Yongjun picked up the gift in his hand and greeted Zhang Lan's mother with a sweet smile on his face.

"Good afternoon, good afternoon. Come inside, why are you still bringing things here? Zhang Lan's mother enthusiastically let Qin Yongjun into the house and sat down to ask for warmth, Zhang Lan picked up the things in the trunk one by one in the back, and walked into the house with her father.

As soon as she walked into the house, Zhang Lan heard her mother Li Yingzheng talking about Zhang Lan's troubles, and Zhang Lan couldn't help but roll her eyes. Mother Li Ying is usually very able to speak, the only bad thing is that whenever outsiders are present, she always likes to talk about things with her family.

Seeing that her mother was talking more and more outrageous, and everything she had said when she was a child came out, Zhang Lan hurriedly opened her mouth to stop her: "Mom, I'll take Yongjun to the old mansion to have a look." Looking at Qin Yongjun's unfinished appearance, Zhang Lan's head was big.

"I didn't expect you to be quite naughty when you were a child." Qin Yongjun couldn't help but laugh.

"If you want to laugh, be louder, I'm used to it." Zhang Lan said, and as soon as the words fell, Qin Yongjun giggled.

When I arrived at the old house, I looked at the colorful moon flowers in full bloom outside the courtyard, opened the courtyard door, and the bluestone ground of more than 200 square meters came into view.

"With such a big yard, you don't get anything out of the bluestone?" Qin Yongjun poked his head out and looked around curiously, there was really nothing in the empty courtyard.

"For now, I like this environment, and in the future, it's very troublesome to go down, and it's easy to add up." Zhang Lan took off the key and led Qin Yongjun into the courtyard.

"Alas! I've been sitting in the car for six or seven hours, and my whole body is aching again. Qin Yongjun's eyes turned, and he pretended to move his cervical spine and shoulders.

"It's okay, I'll give you acupuncture later, and then give you a massage, and it will be fine soon." Zhang Lan opened the door and walked in, answering without looking back.

"Why is this person so unloving, I have worked so hard to accompany you to your house, can't you treat me like last night?" Qin Yongjun was very angry and chased Zhang Lan into the house.

As soon as you enter the house, the decoration of the hall is very simple, the surrounding is simply scraped white, a few simple landscape painting picture frames are hung on the east and west walls, a central hall is hung on the north wall, and below is a classic rural new Chinese six-piece set. There are two high flower shelves on a case, and there is a table of eight immortals in front of the case, and there are two Taishi chairs on both sides.

A set of pure wooden sofas and coffee tables were placed on the west wall, and Zhang Lan beckoned Qin Yongjun to sit down, took out the fruit from the kitchen in the back suite, washed it and put it on the tray. Holding the tray and putting the fruit on the coffee table, Zhang Lan smiled and said, "How do you feel now, do you want me to give you an acupuncture massage." ”

"No need." Qin Yongjun leaned back in the chair, his left hand rested on the armrest of the sofa, and the whole person instantly became lazy.

"The ...... Ms. Qin......"

Qin Yongjun stopped Zhang Lan's opening: "You can continue to call me Yongjun, Ms. Qin doesn't have to, just like I never call you Mr. Zhang." ”

"Alright, Yongjun." Zhang Lan continued to organize the language: "Then you really really want to continue?" Actually, it's not necessary, we can be friends. Zhang Lan now regrets his previous behavior, although when he looked through the posts, many of the highlights said that the form of this kind of thing must be cautious, and he should think deeply before doing it, and he was just excited for a while. And many people's posts have also said, straight to straight, same to same. Even if there are more men and fewer women now, remember that the attributes are different and cannot be continued, and there will definitely be problems.

"I think it's good, your parents are very welcoming. You're even better, I think it's very reliable. As for the other family members or something, the family doesn't care about me, as long as the old man gets married, he doesn't care about anything else. Qin Yongjun waved his hand very magnificently.

"As for the child or something, let's do everything according to fate. I want to have a test tube now that it's convenient, and besides, you're not that attribute, I'll find a girlfriend to help us have a baby, you can rest assured, I'll pay for everything. ”

Zhang Lan was speechless, and some regretted her actions last night. But when I thought about it, I felt relaxed. The world is not afraid of being used, but it is afraid that no one will take advantage of it. If you're strong enough, then all you see are smiling faces.

Zhang Lan got up and walked to the bedroom, and when she reappeared, she was holding a box of silver needles in her hand, looking at the silver needles in Zhang Lan's hand, Qin Yongjun was a little stunned: "Zhang Lan, what are you doing with silver needles?" I said I don't need acupuncture. ”

"You accidentally twisted your ankle yesterday, and that recovery was just a forced return to normal. The bruising is still on your ankle, I can prick it gently with acupuncture, and it won't hurt. Zhang Lan explained.

Under Qin Yongjun's suspicious gaze, Zhang Lan asked him to put his feet on the sofa next to him, and then the needle flashed, and when Zhang Lan pulled out the needle, the faint black at Qin Yongjun's ankle had disappeared. Seeing Zhang Lan take the needle out, Qin Yongjun couldn't help but reach out and touch the place where the acupuncture had just been done: "Zhang Lan, your acupuncture is really powerful." Why don't you go to the doctor? ”

"It's not that easy to get a certificate. Just take care of your own people. Zhang Lan put the removed needle into the alcohol cup on the windowsill and covered it with a lid.

"I said, how come you have seen people a few times and then you don't see them? I see. Qin Yongjun said casually, and suddenly smiled awkwardly at Zhang Lan as if he realized something.

"It's okay, isn't it just being investigated by you. I know. Zhang Lan put away the remaining silver needles, turned around and sat on the other side of the sofa.

"How do you know?" Qin Yongjun couldn't be embarrassed and asked curiously.

"I'm not stupid, I'll know when you come back with me this morning. Ordinary people should have broken up yesterday, but no matter how much they should have gathered and dispersed today, how could they still follow me to their homes. Zhang Lan reached out and took an apple and took a bite.

"Don't you mind?"

"Why should I mind?" Zhang Lan asked with a smile.