Coming out of the hotel, Ding Weidong was already drunk and unconscious, and he was so dizzy that he couldn't even tell the difference between the southeast and the northwest, and he couldn't do anything about him by relying on Zhang Wenyue and Lin Aiyun, two thin women, but fortunately, the father and son of the Xu family helped send people to the door.

In the living room of Ding's house, although Xu Hongjian also drank a lot of wine, he was still sober, drank a few sips of water and rested on the sofa, while Qi Shuhong chatted with Ding's father and mother next to him, mixed with the laughter of the two children from time to time, and the atmosphere was harmonious.

Xu Fengyang leaned against the kitchen door and rubbed his sour shoulders, raised his eyes to look at Lin Aiyun, who was busy pouring water for everyone, he didn't have a chance to talk to her all the way just now, wouldn't it be bad to speak rashly now?

After hesitating for a moment, he still didn't want to miss it, so he took the initiative to step forward and said, "Next time I send you that book?" ”

Hearing this, Lin Aiyun was stunned for a moment before she realized what he said, but where did she get the time to read books, so she politely refused: "Everyone usually has to go to work and do things, so I won't bother you to run." ”

"No trouble, no trouble at all." Xu Fengyang eagerly interrupted Lin Aiyun's words, and after finishing speaking, he was annoyed that his tone was too straightforward, and he coughed lightly and added, "Something along the way." ”

"Thank you, but you really don't need to, you can drink saliva quickly, I'll go see if my aunt needs help." Lin Aiyun hurriedly handed Xu Fengyang a glass of water, and then walked quickly in the direction of the bedroom.

With such an obvious attitude and words, if she couldn't see the other party's thoughts, wouldn't she have lived for so many years in vain, but she really didn't have the idea of developing a relationship with a man other than Xiao Cheng.

If you can't make friends, then don't contact them again in the future.

"Auntie."

Ding Weidong had just laid down in the house, Lin Aiyun handed Zhang Wenyue a wet towel, the latter smiled with relief, took it and wiped his sweaty forehead, looked at the man on the bed who looked like a puddle of mud, gritted his teeth and said helplessly: "I knew that I wouldn't let him drink so much." ”

Lin Aiyun couldn't accept this, so she could only smile.

Zhang Wenyue's eyes rolled, looked sideways at the door, and then lowered her voice and said, "Why did you come in?" Isn't it quite fun to chat with the Xu family boy? ”

"Huh? Have it? Lin Aiyun frowned.

Hearing this, Zhang Wenyue sensed that something was wrong, pursed her lips and asked tentatively, "What did he do, or did he say something that upset you?" ”

"No, he's fine." It's that he seems to have a bad impression of her, which makes her very embarrassed now.

Seeing that Lin Aiyun's expression didn't look like a fake, Zhang Wenyue asked another question, and this time the words he said were much more straightforward: "Since it's good, do you have any ideas for him to continue to develop?" ”

Every word came into her ears, but it was like a thunderclap, Lin Aiyun's face changed and changed, her previous thoughts were confirmed at this moment, she never expected that today's dinner was really a blind date banquet.

"The conditions of the Xu family are among the best in the county, and Fengyang himself has an unlimited future, with clear eyebrows and good temperament, it can be said that this family business is difficult to find with lanterns."

I haven't heard Lin Aiyun's answer for a long time, and Zhang Wenyue is a little anxious.

Thinking of Zhang Wenhua's advice, I was afraid that she was hesitating because she couldn't let go of the poor boy in Fengyuan Village, so she quickly added: "Don't be stupid, isn't this little better than the one surnamed Meng?" People also look at each other with sincerity, look at that attitude, eight or nine can not be separated from ten. ”

"What's the matter with Meng Baoguo, I don't have any thoughts about him now." Lin Aiyun shook her head, and then asked what she had been wondering about: "Auntie, so today is specifically for a blind date?" Why didn't you tell me? ”

What's the matter with hiding from her?

At the mention of this, Zhang Wenyue's expression was uncomfortable for a moment, "This is what your mother told me not to say first, for fear that you will not agree for the surname Meng." ”

That's really going to disagree, but the reason is not for Meng Baoguo at all!

"Aiyunna, you are also my aunt who grew up, in my heart you have always been a smart and sensible good child, you must be able to understand the thoughts of us as elders, don't we all look forward to your good? You look at other people's families, I don't have a lot of mouths. Zhang Wenyue took Lin Aiyun's hand and sighed.

"Let me tell you a thoughtful word, before you came, your mother asked me to help you find a good family in the city, she doesn't want you to stay in the countryside and be a girl facing the loess with her back to the sky, and then marry into a similar family and be a mother-in-law who has been digging in the field for a lifetime."

"Living in a clean brick house here, and doing a decent job, is it better than being exposed to the wind and sun in the countryside, right?"

Lin Aiyun understands these truths better than anyone else, in her last life, she just didn't believe in evil, and she was determined to marry Meng Baoguo, but she was oppressed for most of her life, and almost ended up with a miserable ending.

Therefore, if she is killed in this life, she will not choose to follow a similar old path, whoever loves to endure hardships will go.

If there was no Xiao Cheng, she might follow the wishes of her mother and aunt and choose Xu Fengyang, and the two of them would manage their small lives well.

But she already has someone in her heart, and she can't spare a place for others anymore.

*

Kyo City.

When night fell, the alternating seasons of spring and summer were a little cool, there was no starlight under the hazy moonlight, and the pure black sky had a touch of deep blue, which stretched infinitely into the distance until it was no longer visible.

Qiao Er Mazi walked on the way home, glanced back from time to time, his back was already soaked with cold sweat, obviously he had walked thousands of times, but today there was a strange feeling that he couldn't explain.

He took a deep breath, clenched the hand hanging by his side, unconsciously quickened his pace, and finally entered his room door at the moment when he was about to suffocate.

Locking the latch, leaning against the door panel and gasping for air, his tense nerves relaxed, and then he couldn't help but laugh at his fuss, but the corners of his lips had just been raised, and his back was against a cold, hard guy.

"Qiao Mao."

Suddenly hearing the daimyo, Qiao Er Mazi's eyes widened, the muscles on his face twitched continuously, and finally turned a miserable white, and he couldn't laugh anymore, until he was grabbed by a strong force and the collar at the back of his head fell to the ground, and he didn't see the person clearly.

His mouth touched up and down, but he couldn't pronounce a syllable, he was so frightened that he collapsed to the ground, held his breath, didn't dare to move, his eyes were black, and his heart was drumming, when did this Lord Yama come back, didn't he say that he would have to wait until the end of the month at the earliest?

Could it be that the matter has been revealed?

Thinking of this, Qiao Mao swallowed his saliva, trembled and dared to raise his eyes and look in the direction of the main seat.

There, a strong man dressed in black was lighting a match and lighting a kerosene lamp, the only light source in the room, which was enough to make a general view.

The unextinguished match turned halfway and moved to the side, the strong man respectfully bowed and lit a cigarette for the person sitting on the wooden chair, the dark blue flame jumped on Jun's face for a moment, he took the cigarette from his lips, and the white mist slowly appeared in front of the cold silhouette, dyeing it with a hint of strangeness.

He sat there without saying a word for a long time, and the room was so quiet that the wind could be heard.

"Brother Cheng, when did you come, I didn't prepare a good tea and wine here, so I was lazy." Qiao Er Mazi barely put on a smile on his face, but his weak legs couldn't make up his strength and couldn't stand up.

Xiao Cheng didn't have such a good temperament to entangle with him, and handed Jiang Yan a look, the latter understood, directly grabbed Qiao Ermazi's arm, and broke it at will, only to hear a click, Qiao Ermazi hadn't reacted yet, and his hand was already hanging softly by his side.

As soon as he opened his mouth to exhale pain, a mass of cloth was stuffed into his mouth, blocking everything back.

"Where's the goods?" Jiangyan got straight to the point, grabbed his short hair, and smashed it to the floor, this is not a muddy ground, in the past two years, Qiao Er Mazi has followed Xiao Cheng and reaped a lot of benefits, the original dilapidated house was renovated by him several times, and even the path outside was paved with bluestone slab cement road.

So this smash can be imagined, and it didn't take long to see blood.

"Where's the goods?"

Qiao Er Mazi seemed to want to prove that this had nothing to do with him, and shook his head desperately, but the next second, his pupils suddenly dilated, and he watched in disbelief as Jiang Yan pinned the black big knife behind his waist, and then took out a sharp knife from there, almost without a pause, he pressed his injured right hand directly, and cut a deep blood mark on his skin.

"Ahh

"Where's the goods?" This sentence was like a talisman, and as soon as it fell, another blood mark appeared next to it.

The pain struck, making him subconsciously struggle and twist, but just as he made a move, the terrible young man stepped on his left leg, Qiao Er Mazi had no doubt that if he dared to resist, next time it would not be as simple as breaking his leg.

Xiao Cheng is a madman, and the people around him are also out-and-out neurotic.

"Goods in ......"

"I say, I say, I say!" For fear that if he was a second late, his arm would be cut off, Qiao Er Mazi hurriedly said vaguely.

Seeing this, Jiang Yan put away the blood-stained knife in his hand and looked at Xiao Cheng, waiting for his instructions.

The room was dim, Xiao Cheng's half-closed eyebrows and eyes were blurred in the smoke rising from his fingertips, he first glanced at Jiangyan, then propped his elbows on his thighs, leaned over, and said word by word: "Give you a chance to say it well, I don't like lies." ”

Hearing this, Qiao Er Mazi was startled, his eyes were scarlet, a solemn look suddenly flashed on his bruised face, his brows furrowed, the fear and fear between his eyebrows gradually became thicker, beads of sweat oozed all over his body, his clothes were wet, his hands and feet trembled like ants on a hot pot, and he was so anxious that he turned around.

The moment the cloth ball in his mouth was torn out, Qiao Er Mazi shouted with the last strength of his body: "Please don't kill me, don't kill me, I said, I said, woo woo." ”

Tears and snot covered his face, and he was dirty.

Xiao Cheng's face did not change, he stood up from the chair, his black leather shoes smashed on the floor, making a muffled sound that was neither heavy nor light, and finally stopped in front of Qiao Er Mazi, looking at him condescendingly, his black eyes narrowed slightly, and his eyes became inquisitive and playful: "Do you know the fate of the traitor?" ”