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The genuine edition is in Jinjiang literature city.
He Songye shook the bell on his waist,
He waved at his younger brother in the field.
He Songbai put down the manure in his hand,
He silently went to the well to wash his hands,
He walked in front of this uninvited guest.
His eldest sister gestured to him and said, "Help,
Take the luggage. "
He Songbai frowned,
His dark and fierce eyes darkened slightly.
He Songye saw the strong vigilance in his eldest brother's eyes and said, "Let her,
Live here. "
"She,
No,
Have a place to live. "
He Songbai's rough fingers pressed on the woman's shoulder,
He pushed her back slightly, and his tall body blocked the door railing. He said lazily, "What do you want?"
As he spoke, he used one hand to drive He Songye into the house.
Zhao Lanxiang stared blankly as the old man slammed the door shut with a bang, locking He Songye in the room. No matter how much He Songye knocked on the door, the old man was still indifferent.
His thick eyebrows revealed undisguised indifference and vigilance,
His slightly hoarse voice revealed a hint of indecency,
"Do you know who I am?"
After saying that, the man wantonly looked at the woman's chest until her face turned red,
Only then did he openly shift his gaze away.
Zhao Lanxiang did not expect that her modest and serious husband actually had such a hooligan side.
Her heart actually pounded a few times.
This "poor and down and out" old man..,
When he was lazy and undisciplined, he still had a bit of the aura of a gangster brother popular in the 1990s. Sharp and deep eyebrows..,
An arrogant and unruly face..,
He looked so fierce that he could jump up and hit people at any time.
Unfortunately... his consciousness was twenty years ahead of his time,
At that time, he was sought after by tens of thousands of people,
Now, he was a loafer who was pointed at and scolded by people behind his back.
Today, the man was wearing rags that had been washed until they were white, and his eyes were casual. Zhao Lanxiang, who had shared a bed with him for twenty years, knew that her man was a wolf cub. His tone sounded casual, but in his heart, he might have suspected that she had coaxed his honest elder sister.
Zhao Lanxiang took out three yuan and met his lazy and indifferent gaze. She looked completely fearless, "This is the rent, and I'm not living here for free."
"The collective dormitory of the educated youths collapsed, and I have no place to stay. Your family has a small population and a big place. I like to live here. After the new dormitory of the educated youths at the end of the year, I will move out. "
No matter how young he was compared to decades later, she firmly believed that he was still a smart man. At present, this family was too poor. If they could exchange the house that had been empty for many years for a meager amount of rent, it was reasonable for them to refuse. Moreover... she didn't look like a restless person.
At this time, He Songye knocked on the door a few more times and anxiously yelled. He even kicked the door angrily because he was locked in the room.
For the sake of his elder sister, for the sake of this woman who was weak and harmless, He Songbai temporarily backed down.
He took the stack of money from the woman's hand and casually stuffed it into his pocket without looking at it. He warned, "I'll say the ugly words first. Don't cause trouble. If you cause trouble, pack up your bag and get out. "
Zhao Lanxiang nodded and kicked the bag with her foot, "Thank you for your hard work, labor."
Zhao Lanxiang wouldn't be polite to him for the time being. After all, he was a stranger who had paid rent. Being too polite would make her suspect that he had bad intentions. He Songbai had been used to the cold eyes of the entire brigade since he was young. Suddenly, he met a stranger who was unreasonably enthusiastic. If he didn't suspect that she was stupid, he would suspect that she had bad intentions.
Zhao Lanxiang learned a lesson from the cold treatment in the cornfield last time.
He Songbai didn't like to owe people favors. The last time he helped her was probably because of those candies. He thought that he could simply leave after paying off his debt. If he ate a few more of her buns, he wouldn't be able to pay off the debt again.
This little bit of thinking was projected onto He Song Bai a few decades later. That would be rich and overbearing. He would spare no effort to repay the people who helped him. If there was money, he would give money. If there was effort, he would give effort. He would pay back everything he owed. Therefore, he was the "God of Wealth" for many people. People around him were willing to make friends with him. Favors came from all directions, and his business was thriving.
He Songbai put away his hooligan appearance and silently bent down to pick up the scattered luggage on the ground and carried it into the house.
He Songye was let out. She raised her hand into a fist and hit him twice on the head. Her face was full of anger. She was very dissatisfied with his behavior just now, as if she was defending her position as the head of the family. He Songbai didn't resist. He bowed his head and let her hit him.
He Songye smiled guiltily at Zhao Lanxiang and gestured. "He has a bad temper."
"He's not a bad person. Don't worry."
"You, sit down. He, tidies up."
Zhao Lanxiang really did as she was told. She found a small stool and sat down. She supported her chin with both hands and watched the old man tidy up inside and out with relish. The man used a few wooden planks to make a simple bed. The joints were joined by grooves and tenons. He didn't use a single nail throughout the whole process. His movements were very skillful. Wood chips flew everywhere where the sickle saw fell. Finally, he blew a few times and the wood chips on the bed board were blown off. His rough thumb touched the bed board everywhere and pulled out all the thorns that stuck out.
His sharp and deep eyebrows were upturned. Even when he was expressionless, he often revealed a fierce look. However, he was very serious and meticulous when he fiddled with the carpentry. Zhao Lanxiang was fascinated by him. Her eyes inadvertently revealed a gentle look.
At this moment, she really wanted to hug this thin man and pick off all the dust on his head. But … she knew clearly that she couldn't do this. The old man was a very vigilant person.
He Songbai raised his head. Zhao Lanxiang's eyes had already changed into normal emotions. She touched the bed with her thumb and asked with slight disgust,
"Can this sleep?"
He Songye smiled and gestured to explain, "He, has been a carpenter. Craftsmanship, OK. "
"Bed, steady, sleep."
Zhao Lanxiang handed the last meat bun that was still warm in her pocket to He Songbai, who was sweating profusely. He Songbai didn't take it. He wiped his sweat with a broken towel and ran to the well outside to wash his face.
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