After returning to the house, Wen Cha took the lead in taking the sleepy Lu Zhen from Lan Qing's hand, put him on the bed, and then came out to pick up the hut on the side for Lan Qing.

She made the bed, took a clean futon into it, led him into the house, and said, "The house is not very good, don't mind."

Lan Qingzi didn't mind, and looked at her with a smile: "Miss Lu is so good to me, I can only be grateful in my heart."

Wen Cha raised his eyebrows, why did this person speak so ...... Sultry ......

But his eyes are clean.

"It's just a trivial matter, if Lan Qing Gongzi is tired, rest and rest, I'll go cook."

After that, she went out, how could Lan Qing let her go like this, and called: "Can I go with me?"

Wen Cha paused, looked back at him, this white and clean, pampered noble son, is still interested in the kitchen?

"Is that okay?" He asked softly.

"Yes." Wen Cha nodded, "It's on the side." ”

After speaking, she went out to wash rice, and Lan Qing followed behind her with the lake-green umbrella.

Wen Cha looked back and saw the umbrella, and he was about to vomit blood.

Just a few steps, and I'm afraid of tanning, talent!

Lan Qing didn't know her mental activity, and only when she walked to the shade did she put down her umbrella and watch her movements, staring intently.

Wen Cha put the rice in the pot and went to light the fire, Lan Qing hesitated on the side and approached her, "I'll help you." ”

Wen Cha added a handful of firewood, looked up at him, and asked with a smile in his eyes, can you do it?

Lan Qing rolled up his sleeves and walked on the low stool beside her, imitating her movements to add firewood, Wen Chayi grabbed his wrist, comparable to Haoxue's complexion, and the low-hanging dark green wide sleeves, her eyes hurt when she saw it.

"You don't need to be here." She gently lowered the cold wrist in her hand and explained, "Your clothes are not for this."

Lan Qing was stunned by her, and then became aggrieved, "I don't care about clothes, you can do it, why can't I?" ”

Wen Cha didn't expect this person to have a delicate temper, and suddenly cried and laughed: "You are my guest, I can't treat you harshly."

Lan Qing looked at his hand and didn't speak for a long time, as if he realized that he was just a hurried passerby to Wen Cha, and this kind of behavior was also inappropriate.

Thinking of this, he was completely depressed, "I see." ”

Wen Cha saw that he was lost, and he looked a little pitiful, thought about it and said, "If you really want to help me, just wait until I buy you a dress."

Anyway, you can't work with such clothes, it's a waste.

Lan Qing's eyes lit up: "Really?"

"Hmm."

Wen Cha got up and washed the vegetables, cut them, waited until the rice was steamed, fried two dishes, and then started the meal.

She went to the house to call Lu Zhen, Lan Qing held an umbrella, and Mao recommended herself to serve food into the house, looking cautious, a little spicy eyes.

Wen Cha wiped Lu Zhen's face, and the three of them sat down on the table to eat.

Lu Zhen's hands and feet are not numb, and he still needs to be fed, Wen Cha eats while feeding him, Lu Zhen dozes off while eating, and halfway through eating, he calls his sister and falls asleep.

Wen Cha wiped his mouth and carried him into the house again.

When he came out, the boy was full of bowls of rice, and he didn't move.

She hesitantly walked up to him, "Don't you have an appetite?" ”

Lan Qing raised her head, her clear eyes reflecting her figure, "You did a good job." ”

"Then eat it quickly," Wen Cha pushed the meat dish in front of him. "Eat more, and after eating, you can take a nap in the house."

Lan Qing nodded, looking at her faint appearance, an indescribable smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, he gritted his teeth and ate a large mouthful of rice, frowning and swallowing.

When Wencha looked at him, his face changed, and he smiled like a flower again.

After eating, Lan Qing didn't go to sleep, he watched Wen Cha wash the dishes in the kitchen, washed the dishes, and then slowly stomped back to the house with an umbrella, sat on the small and dimly lit bed in the house, lowered his eyes and took out a sharp weapon from the robe in his heart, he gently touched the edge, as if he remembered something, and showed a happy and sweet smile.

His face was a little blurred in the gloom, and the air came up with indistinguishable moisture, which came from nowhere, gathered together, and fell little by little on the tip of his brow, obscuring all expression.

In the evening, the warm tea was served with the noon meal, a vegetable was fried, and a soup was cooked, holding Lu Zhen, who was already sober, and the three of them were full.

The sun is setting, and the dusk is fading. She began to clean up the dried vegetables in front of the house.

Lan Qing followed behind her, following in unison, more like a fart than Lu Zhen, whatever she did, he would do it, he was not afraid of hardship at all, he packed up his things with her, and stood beside her with a smile like a little immortal.

Seeing this, Lu Zhen, who was guarding the door, ran out of the house, pulled a hand one by one, and the smiling baby teeth popped out again, "Brother and sister Lanqing look good!" ”

He only knew that he was very happy to see Wen Cha and Lan Qing standing together.

I hope to be happy and happy like this all the time.

It wasn't until he grew up that he realized that this kind of happiness was actually a mouthful of dog food, he was young and ignorant, he didn't know the depths, and he went up to shake a two-kilowatt light bulb.

It was dark, the three of them sat in front of the door of the house to enjoy the shade, Lu Zhen pestered Wen Cha to tell stories, and dragged Lan Qing's hand to listen together.

Wen Cha looked at the young man's curious and expectant eyes, thought about it, and told the story of the three little pigs.

Lu Zhen listened with relish, but Lan Qing looked at her with a gentle face, more serious than Lu Zhen listened.

After she finished speaking, Lu Zhen applauded: "Little pig is awesome!"

Lan Qing smiled shyly: "Miss Lu is awesome!"

Warm tea: "......"

After telling a few more stories, it was already dark, and Wen Cha coaxed Lu Zhen to sleep.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door outside, the rhythm was unsteady and disorganized, and I don't know who was okay in the middle of the night.

Wen Cha's footsteps did not stop, and Lu Zhen was placed, and when he walked to the gate, he heard a voice "Sister Tea!" ”

Wen Cha paused, opened the door, and outside the room stood against the wall a cowering, sinister man.

Wen Cha recognized him at a glance, "Is there something wrong?" ”

Zhou Bing leaned against the wall, heard the voice, raised his head suddenly, revealing a self-righteous expression, and threw a flattering look at Wen Cha: "Sister Tea, don't you recognize my brother?"

The strong smell of wine made Wen Cha's face cold, "Brother Zhou doesn't sleep in the middle of the night, but something?" ”

Listening to Wen Cha's cold voice, and then looking at the flower-like face, Zhou Bing was drunk, and reached out to pull Wen Cha's hand: "Sister Tea, it's okay, brother, can't I come to see you?"

"Since it's okay, let's go back."

Wen Cha dodged his hand, took a step back and was about to close the door, Zhou Bing leaned against the door with one hand, and said unhappily: "Sister Tea, what are you doing?" Brother is not welcome? ”

Wen Cha secretly rolled her eyes, this kind of person who came to the door in the middle of the night to rub oil, even if he was not killed, he still wanted to be welcomed? I really want to throw up.

"Sister Cha, my brother hasn't seen you for a while, are you angry?"

Wen Cha held back her gagging, "You're too worried." ”

Zhou Bing didn't feel it at all, and said proudly: "Sister, don't be angry, my brother promised you that he would often come to take care of you in the future."

He remembered something, hehe laughed twice, and said: "What's the matter, don't worry, come to your brother, brother, I'll help you!"

After that, he was going to touch Wen Cha's hands, which he had coveted for many years.

Earlier, because Wen Cha's parents were at home, he was not easy to do, but now Wen Cha has no relatives and no reason, and he has no dependence, so he can naturally do whatever he wants.

Today, he's going to get what he wants!

He was bound to win, and wanted to grab the warm tea and taste the fragrance, but the warm tea withdrew his hand and let him touch it.

Zhou Bing's face changed, and he was about to have a seizure.

Wen Cha looked at the desire on his face expressionlessly, and said lightly: "If you have nothing to do, go back, Uncle Zhou should be in a hurry."

Speaking of Zhou Zhonglin, Zhou Bing shuddered and was a little afraid.

"What do you mention him for?" He pretended to be disdainful and said: "The old thing that is half cut into the ground, can you still control me?"

Thinking of Zhou Zhonglin's exhaustion in exchange for such a sentence, Wen Cha's complexion changed, and finally it became cold.

"You know I'm not an eventful person." She looked at his gloomy eyes, smiled coldly, and her voice was even colder: "But if you forget who you are and bully me through the strength of wine, you know, Uncle Zhou can't tolerate you."

This sentence is real, and it hit the death hole of Zhou Bing.

He shouted at Wen Cha with the strength of his wine, "What kind of thing is he?!" Do you think he can control me? Dream! ”

The smile on the corner of Wen Cha's mouth was gone, "If you don't have him, what are you?" ”

Wen Cha's understatement made Zhou Bing furious, and he was about to roar back hysterically, when he turned to Wen Cha's eyes.

Those eyes were cold and bland, with a thin coolness that saw through everything, and a faint mockery was like a basin of cold water poured on his heart.

"If you know each other, leave quickly, I don't want to visit Uncle Zhou tomorrow."

“……”

"After all, it's such a person who is nothing in your eyes, the father who gave birth to you and raised you."

The light and breezy words made Zhou Bing completely sober up.

He took a step back, no longer daring to look at Wen Cha, and an indescribable panic rose in his heart.

If Zhou Zhonglin knew that he was drunk and disturbed the warm tea, according to Zhou Zhonglin's upright personality, wouldn't he be looking for death by himself?

His fingers shrunk, and he leaned against the wall like a lost dog, wilting.

Wen Cha saw that he was as timid as a mouse, smiled coldly, and closed the door heavily.

Some people like to come and find death.