At eight or nine o'clock in the evening, on the kang.

The orange-red bulb emits a yellow-orange light, which is not the same color as the bright moon outside, but when you see the inside of the room like day, you can't enter it with silver moonlight.

Han Yi hadn't practiced boxing for a long time, and he felt very tired after standing on the pile for a while. But he still insisted on standing for half an hour, and then brushed the kang.

At this time, Han Xiaoye was naked, wearing this little pants and walking around the room, trying on the clothes that Han Yi bought for her one by one, her little face was red with excitement, and she was humming a little song in her mouth, and she didn't know what song it was.

Han Yi saw her try it on for a while, and then became confused.

Syllable!

Faintly, Han Yi heard a sound, and then felt that his eyelids were dark, and the light was turned off, and then the sound of Suo Suo's undressing should be Han Xiaoye's finished trying on clothes and ready to sleep.

After a while, Han Yi felt a small person come in his arms, a pheasant with a girl, and the smell of sweat after working for a long time, squeezing into his body like a kitten, he twisted his body and changed to a position that was comfortable for both of them, so that Han Xiaoye honestly did not move.

The sky was slightly bright, and Han Yi's biological clock cultivated by practicing martial arts opened his eyes, his arms were a little stiff, Han Xiaoye's little head was half pillowing him, his mouth was slightly open, saliva was flowing out, and a trace of water line became crystalline, Han Yi didn't move, just looked at her.

The upper half of her body was naked, and the towel was half-covered above her belly button, and Han Yi pulled her up and covered it on top of the xiaolongbao. Han Yi looked at Xiao Long Bao and thought about it, so he gently pinched it with two fingers, then lifted it up, and rubbed it left and right·······

No response······

Han Yi changed one.

Pinched, lifted, pulled, rubbed left and right······ Now there was a reaction, Han Xiaoye looked at Han Yi with a pair of shiny eyes like looking at a fool.

Then she twisted her body, and her calves, which were originally crossed with Han Yi, rushed up, directly between Han Yi's legs, and pressed hard.

As soon as Han Xiaoye's knee was slightly forced, Han Yi disarmed and surrendered, let go of the grapes in his hand, and reached into the quilt to press Han Xiaoye's knee.

"Pain, Pain, Pain, Pain!!"

"Do you still know that it hurts?" Han Xiaoye asked with a smile and rolled his eyes.

"Okay, okay, let's not stand on the pile today, lie down for a while!" Han Yi took Han Xiaoye's knee away from his crotch and pressed his leg forward to prevent her other leg from coming up as well.

Han Xiaoye twisted around, turned his back to Han Yi, pouted his buttocks, and pulled Han Yi's arm to continue to sleep.

Han Yi simply put his hand on it, and fell asleep along Han Xiaoye's body, and when Han Yizheng was sleeping in a daze, he suddenly felt a cold on his body, and the whole person woke up, and saw Han Xiaoye holding two wet little hands, which were sticking to his face, with a wicked smile.

Seeing Han Yi glaring at him angrily, Han Xiaoye seemed to be fine, and said, "Eat, eat, get up and eat!"

Han Yi looked at the time again, it was almost seven o'clock.

After the three of them finished eating, Grandpa led Han Yi to the house of the third grandfather, now at the end of June, it has been the busy time for farming, and the people in Hanjia Village seem to be a lot busier in the morning.

The third grandfather's house is in the middle of the village, next to the compound of the village committee, there is a big willow tree in front of the door, the trunk is so thick that a person's arm cannot be encircled, and it is black and swarthy like a chimney in the county town, which is taller than a house. There is a stone plate under the big willow tree, which was used to grind beans in the early years, and now people love to gather on it to play poker and chess.

A few years ago, the descendants of the three ancestors still wanted to build a new house for the old man, but the old man was unwilling, and the descendants didn't care, until now the third grandfather lives with his only youngest son who is built here, and his life is served by this son, who is twenty years older than Han Yi's grandfather.

The third ancestor was one hundred and thirteen years old, and his youngest son was over eighty years old.

Han Yi had also heard of it before, the matter of the three ancestors, the three ancestors were the patriarchs in the old society, and they were considered giants in Hanjia Village, and they had a lot of money, but they were later defeated by the three ancestors, and it was said that they were visited by the immortals, and they heard the old people in the village say that they scattered their wealth and cast a sword.

The sword sharpens iron like clay······

Grandpa led Han Yi into the courtyard and shouted, "Third Master?"

After the grandfather finished shouting, he turned his head and said to Han Yi quite mischievously: "Lao Tzu was the one who herded cattle for his family back then!"

The door opened, and an old man with gray hair but a red face walked out, leaning on crutches, glanced at the door and said, "Who should I be, what are you doing here?"

"Fifth master, I'll take the child to see the master!" It turned out that this person was the youngest son of the third grandfather, and Han Yi also respectfully called people: "Fifth master!"

There's no way, this family is very old.

"Come in, the old man has just finished breakfast, and he is in a hurry!" The fifth master opened the door for the two of them, led the two into the inner room, and went out to clean the yard.

It's not the first time Han Yi has come to the house of the Third Patriarch, and he kowtowed during the Chinese New Year, but he left quickly after a glance, he always felt that the Third Patriarch had great majesty, not to mention him, the children in the whole Hanjia Village were unwilling to come to this house to play.

At this time, the third grandfather was sitting on the kang with his legs, his white hair was covered with silver snow, his face was more ruddy than that of the fifth grandfather, he was wearing a pony coat, his two arms were exposed, he was skinny, there were no muscles, only the muscles were wrapped, and he was making movements with his eyes closed, like a pole carrying a plastic bag back and forth in the water.

Seeing Xiao Wu leading the two juniors in, he opened his eyes impatiently and said, "!! I didn't see that Lao Tzu was cultivating divine skills!"

Han Yi felt too embarrassed, and as soon as he entered the house, he was driven out by his grandfather.

"Hmph, feudal superstition, the study of ghosts and gods!" was about to see how grandpa spoke, but who knew that grandpa said with disdain.

"What?······ I remember, it was you, the little calf, who made Lao Tzu back then······! The third grandfather seemed to remember who his grandfather was, and he scolded when he opened his mouth.

Han Yi was even more embarrassed, this old man was really angry when he scolded people, and the whole house was dusted.

"If I don't rebel against you, you will let others make it! Do you know a ball?" Grandpa said angrily, the road was different and he didn't want to deal with this old guy, so he said: "This kid is doing it with others, and his heart is dark, you can take a look!"

"Hurry up, get out! As soon as your grandson comes, I will live ten years less!" the third grandfather scolded impatiently.

Grandpa patted Han Yi on the shoulder, gave Han Yi a look and left.