Shen Xiulan was not intimidated by her mother's routine of forcing each other to death.

She is also a woman, and she knows how to cry, make trouble, and hang herself.

"Xiaoling, you sweep the floor, I'm going to work." Shen Xiulan calmly turned around, walked out of the door, opened the bicycle lock, and rode to the unit.

"This, this!" Fang Peihua pointed to the door, so angry that he couldn't speak.

She threw what she thought was a flawless combo that ended up hitting the air?

The smile on Shen Xiuling's face couldn't be hidden like a vast ocean, and she forcibly pressed her mouth with her hand to prevent her mother from discovering that she was laughing at her, and brought a broom to clean the ground.

Fang Peihua snatched the newspaper from her husband's hand and threw it on the table: "You still read!" You still have the heart to care about national affairs! Take care of your little things! Your daughter is getting married to the self-employed! Where is the old face of your Shen family? Our Xiaolan looks like a talent, and she has an urban hukou and a national cadre, how can she find a self-employed person from the countryside? ”

Shen Guoming yawned and rubbed his face helplessly: "They are just in love, and they haven't reached the point of talking about marriage yet, I think it's groundless!" ”

"Yo, you have to wait until you hug your grandson, are you in a hurry?" Fang Peihua felt heartache again, "What a good porcelain cup!" I'll have to pay for it if I fall! ”

After Shen Xiuling finished cleaning the ground, she laughed and said, "Mom, I have an idea, my family only has two daughters, and Li Yunhai's family has three sons, you let Li Yunhai be your son-in-law!" No one in the city wants to be my son-in-law, but Li Yunhai is from the countryside and has no proper job, as long as he agrees, he can not only get my sister as his wife, but also get a household registration in the provincial capital. And how good it is that you have sons and grandsons? ”

The door-to-door son-in-law, that is, the inverted door, is usually called the inverted door, and the scientific name is into the house. The son-in-law is equivalent to a puppet, he can't do things according to his own thoughts, everything is arranged by the woman, and the children born must follow the woman's surname, there is no dignity at home, and his status is not as good as a dog.

Shen Guoming sighed: "Xiaoling, what nonsense are you talking about?" ”

Fang Peihua sighed, raised his hands, slapped his face violently, and laughed: "Xiaoling didn't talk nonsense, this idea is good!" If Li Yunhai is willing to agree, then we will not object to this family business! ”

Shen Guoming frowned, and sneered twice: "I see that Li Yunhai is a man with backbone, it is impossible to be my family's son-in-law!" ”

He is a man, and of course he understands the pain and helplessness of his son-in-law.

Fang Peihua clasped his hands to his chest and said with a heartfelt expression: "If he doesn't agree, then it proves that he doesn't like or care about my Xiaolan at all!" Let him fuck me off! ”

……

On this day, Li Yunhai got the help of Lin Zhi, one person dismantled the parts, one person transformed and repaired, and the two sincerely cooperated, from morning to night, and completed the refurbishment of six photocopiers.

At half past eight in the evening, Li Yunhai sent Lin Zhi home.

Occasionally, a car drove by, and the headlights stretched their figures very long.

The smooth and wide road of Wuyi Avenue left their laughter and laughter, and also left Linzhi's beautiful singing:

"The little purse is double silk and double ribbon floating,

The sister embroidered purse and hung it on the waist of the lang.

Little is a little love brother,

Wait, wait, wait,

If you don't wait for your sister, which one do you have to wait? ”

Li Yunhai's restless heart was soothed and calmed by her cheerful and pretty singing.

When singing the last sentence, Lin Zhi's delicate eyes threw a look at Li Yunhai and sang:

"The purse is embroidered for the little brother,

Sister embroidered purse for a reason,

Brother walks in front of the purse street,

My sister has the heart to come, so I want my brother to beg. ”

Her big eyes are smiling and charming, the water covers the mist, the charm is rippling, the corners of her small mouth are slightly upturned, and her red lips are slightly open, wanting to attract people to kiss Fangze.

This is a woman who exudes a bewitching and seductive aura from her bones, and as long as she wants to, she seems to be able to seduce men all the time and tug at men's nerves.

The light of the street lamps and the stars also eclipsed in front of her.

"Hey, Li Yunhai, can you sing a love song of Meishan for me!" Seeing that he didn't respond to him, Lin Zhi took the initiative and made a request.

"Love songs?" Li Yunhai held the tricycle faucet with one hand, scratched his head with the other, and said, "I really don't know what love songs Meishan has." ”

Lin Zhi didn't follow, and he had to sing a few words: "The song you sang at my house last time was very good." In every local song, there must be a love song, because love is the eternal theme of human beings. ”

Li Yunhai thought about it, cleared his throat, and sang:

"If you want me to sing, sing it,

If you want me to sail the boat, go down to the river.

Bamboo branches fly thinly,

Riverside laundry does not need to be hammered.

Fine stone sharpening knives do not use water,

We don't need a matchmaker to get married.

Thunder and fire burn the red furnace refining,

The water becomes the mountain, the heart changes, and the heart does not change. ”

The singing voice is as clear as the moon, loyal as iron, like spring flowers, and sincere.

Lin Zhi was drunk and hummed along.

"The song of Meishan is so good!" Lin Zhi smiled and said, "Li Yunhai, I still have to go to Meishan, I want to collect your mountain songs there and compile them into a book, so that this traditional culture will last for a long time." ”

Outside the gate of the community, Li Yunhai stopped the car and said, "Miss Lin, go in!" ”

Lin Zhi stood up on the bicycle, shouted to him, walked up to him, held the tricycle, looked into his eyes, and sang softly: "The fine stone sharpening knife does not use water, and we don't need a matchmaker to get married." This Meishan's love song is even better than embroidered purse! ”

Li Yunhai's heart throbbed inexplicably, and he didn't even dare to look directly into Lin Zhi's affectionate eyes.

After singing, Lin Zhi giggled, pushed the bicycle, walked a few steps forward, and suddenly turned around, saw that Li Yunhai was still looking at him, waved his hand at him, and said with a smile: "Li Yunhai, good night!" ”

Li Yunhai smiled and said, "Good night, Lin Zhi!" ”

He watched Lin Zhi enter the gate, and then rode his tricycle back to the store.

When he arrived at the door of the store, Li Yunhai saw a bicycle standing at the door, and a pretty figure was sitting on the car, it was Shen Xiulan.

"Xiulan!" Li Yunhai parked the tricycle, took out the key to open the door, and asked, "Why are you here so late?" ”

Shen Xiulan gave him a blank look: "Huh?" Don't you want me to come? Disturb the good things about you and Linzhi? ”

"Look at what you say! Miss Lin helped me get two large orders, and there was a time limit, and I was afraid that I would not be able to complete the task, so I asked for leave to help me do things. ”

"Humph! I can see it! Li Yunhai, you have changed your mind! If you have Nyingchi, you don't like me anymore! ”

"I didn't say that! Didn't think so either! I saw you with other male colleagues, and I never doubted your steadfastness in love. ”

"Okay, in that case, then you promise me a condition, okay?"

"On what terms?"

"After we get married, you will come to my house."

"Staying at your house?" Li Yunhai entered the store, took out a computer, put it on the tricycle, and asked with a smile, "Do you have a bed for me to sleep in?" ”

"I'll divide the house then! My mother knows about your resignation and going to sea, and she has no objection to us being together, but she has made a request that you be my family's son-in-law. Shen Xiulan also knew that she couldn't say this word, and her voice became deeper and lower.

Li Yunhai raised his head suddenly, thinking that he had heard it wrong, and asked rhetorically: "Am I your son-in-law?" Are you kidding! ”

Shen Xiulan was afraid that he would be angry, so she grabbed his arm and said coquettishly: "Isn't it just a name!" Anyway, the two of us live together, whether I marry you or you go to my house, aren't they all the same? ”

Li Yunhai took her hand away and said calmly: "Shen Xiulan, because you are an intellectual, you don't understand the truth of male marriage and female marriage, right?" I am a dignified seven-foot man, with a secondary school degree, and a craft, and I can't find a wife? I'm going to be your son-in-law? Is there a gold mine in your family begging me to inherit? Or is there a family business waiting for me to take care of? Hum! ”