This is the anti-theft chapter,
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"Go, call, her, to eat."
He Songye pointed at Zhao Lanxiang's room and gestured to his brother.
He Songbai went to knock on Zhao Lanxiang's door with a dark face,
Seeing that there was no movement inside,
He kicked the door and said viciously, "Where is he,
Where did he go? "
He Xiaomei's eyes widened,
She was so scared by her big brother that she didn't dare to make a sound.
He Songzhi smiled and wiped her little sister's face with a towel.
"Don't,
Fight. He, is angry. "
"Does it hurt?"
He Xiaomei grimaced in pain,
But when she saw a white and fat steamed bun in a bowl on the dining table, her eyes were filled with disbelief, shock, and joy. She pointed at the white steamed bun with her finger. Sister He grinned and nodded.
..
Zhao Lanxiang came out of the shower and saw He Songbai standing impatiently at the door of her room,
The door was kicked by him,
It made a creaking sound that couldn't bear the burden.
He Songbai was caught red-handed throwing a tantrum, but he didn't feel embarrassed. He just stood upright at the door of the girl's room,
His eyes looked at her frivolously and casually.
Zhao Lanxiang twisted her wet hair with her fingers and glared at him with an extremely cold gaze,
She went back to her room to get a towel to dry her hair.
He Songbai knocked on her door again. "My sister saw that you didn't prepare anything on the first day,
Let you eat with us. Tomorrow, you have to be more conscious,
Make up for whatever you lack,
We don't provide food! "
The woman's clear and crisp voice immediately came from the room. "Okay."
He Songbai said again, "You come out right away."
If it was the old man from twenty years later, she would definitely teach him a lesson for making such a big fuss. However, now Zhao Lanxiang stopped what she was doing and pushed the door open.
He carried in a pile of unknown grass and put it in a clay pot.
He openly looked at the city girl's house, without the slightest awareness that he was trespassing on a girl's private territory. His eyes slid over the clothes scattered on her bed. In just half an hour, there were many small objects in the house. Two sky-blue curtains were hung on the window, the old table was wrapped in clean floral paper, and a few wild flowers were placed in a porcelain vase.
The whole room looked brand new, revealing the freshness and gentleness that only belonged to women.
He Songbai closed the windows of the house and said faintly, "Put away your clothes and valuables and go eat."
Zhao Lanxiang only put away the clothes on the bed, but did not leave. He leaned against the door and looked at him.
He Songbai sneered, "Why aren't you eating yet? Are you afraid that I'll steal your food?"
As he spoke, he struck a match and set the grass in the basin ablaze. Immediately, a thick white smoke rose into the air. He took a step with his two long legs and jumped out of the door. At the same time, he pushed the woman who was standing at the door out of the room and slammed the door.
Zhao Lanxiang's heart suddenly felt sweet. He was putting wormwood in her room.
She didn't expect that although he was fierce, he was quite considerate. Wormwood could expel insects and get rid of moisture. It was easy to get moist and insects in a house that had not been inhabited for a long time. If she slept through it tonight, she would be bitten by it the next day.
When she was with him, Zhao Lanxiang was the one who was pursued. Every day, she would take care of flowers, cut branches and arrange flowers to make tea. When she was bored, she would play with the cat and paint. She was muddle-headed and attracted the attention of this old man. He patiently and confidently pursued her for three years. Now … she turned her head away.
He Songbai at this age was still far from being sensible. With such a fierce, cold and tough attitude, it would be good if he didn't scare the girl away.
He Songbai said again, "We're in the countryside and poor. There's nothing to entertain you."
Zhao Lanxiang gave a vague 'oh' and tried to make her voice sound normal. "I know."
He Songbai took big steps indifferently, leaving the woman far behind him as he walked back to the main house.
The He family's dinner was very simple.
It was slightly better than the food in the educated youth's cafeteria. At least there were rice grains. But Zhao Lanxiang looked at the sweet potatoes in Sister He's and He Xiaomei's bowls and took back her words.
She put the rice grains in her bowl into their bowls and touched her stomach with a smile. "I haven't digested the steamed buns I had in the afternoon. I'm very full."
"You guys eat."
Zhao Lanxiang looked at He Songbai. There was almost no rice in his bowl. How could such a big man survive eating these things without oil all day?
She wanted to give her bowl of rice to him, but He Songbai quickly swallowed the sweet potatoes in the big bowl in a few mouthfuls. He ate very happily and looked satisfied as if he was eating exotic delicacies. After he finished eating, he took his grandmother's bowl of rice and walked into the room.
He Xiaomei took small bites of the steamed bun and drank the rich soup inside. When she sucked the oil from the steamed bun, her eyes flashed with joy. She had never eaten something so delicious. The meat she ate during the New Year wasn't as delicious. It was so delicious that she wanted to cry.
He Songzhi suddenly stopped eating halfway, swallowed her saliva, and gave the steamed bun to her elder sister.
…
When the educated youth went to work the next day, Zhou Jiazhen pulled Zhao Lanxiang out alone and asked her in disbelief, "You're living in He Laoer's house?"
She didn't hide the shock and disdain in her voice.
"I was busy moving yesterday and didn't have time to ask you clearly. You're in big trouble. Move out quickly! "
Zhao Lanxiang was surprised by Zhou Jiazhen's tone of disgust. Why did they all want to avoid the old man when they mentioned him?
She asked with a smile, "What's wrong? His house is a wolf's den and a tiger's den. I can't live there?"
Zhou Jiazhen saw that Zhao Lanxiang was still smiling and said angrily, "It's not just a wolf's den. That person is a hooligan! You don't know — — "
The more she said, the angrier she became. Her face turned red and she found it hard to say what she wanted to say next. Zhou Jiazhen pushed Zhao Lanxiang into the corn field.
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