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He Songbai frowned,
His dark and fierce eyes darkened slightly.
He Songye saw the vigilance in his eldest brother's eyes,
He said, "Let her live here."
"She doesn't have a place to live."
He Songbai's rough fingers pressed on the woman's shoulder,
He pushed her back a little.
His tall body blocked the door and said lazily, "What do you want to do?"
As he spoke, he used one hand to push He Songye into the house.
Zhao Lanxiang watched as the old man slammed the door shut,
He Songye was locked in the house. No matter how much He Songye knocked on the door, he was indifferent.
His thick eyebrows revealed undisguised indifference and vigilance, and his slightly hoarse voice revealed a hint of indecency. "Do you know who I am?"
After saying that, the man wantonly let his gaze linger on the woman's chest until her face turned red. Only then did he openly move his gaze away.
Zhao Lanxiang did not expect that her modest and serious husband actually had such a roguish 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 and eyes,
His arrogant and unruly face.
Looked so fierce that he could jump up and hit people at any time.
Unfortunately... his consciousness was twenty years ahead. 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.
The man was wearing rags that had been washed white today, and his eyes were casual,
Zhao Lanxiang, who had shared a bed with him for twenty years, understood,
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. He said fearlessly, "This is the rent. I'm not living here for free."
"The collective dormitory of the educated youths has collapsed. I have no place to stay. Your family has a small population and a big place. I like living there. I will move out after the new dormitory for educated youths is built at the end of the year. "
No matter how immature he was compared to a few decades later, she firmly believed that he was still a smart man at heart. At present, this family was too poor. If they could exchange the house that had been empty for many years for a meager rent, they should not refuse. Besides … she didn't look like a restless person.
At this time, He Song Ye knocked on the door a few more times. He anxiously yelled and even kicked the door angrily because he was locked in the room.
For the sake of his elder sister and the fact that this woman was so weak and harmless, He Songbai gave in for the time being.
He took the stack of cash from the woman's hand and stuffed it into his pocket without even looking at it. He warned her, "I'll warn you first. Don't cause trouble. If you cause trouble, pack up your bag and get out. "
Zhao Lanxiang nodded and kicked the bag. "Thank you for your hard work."
Zhao Lanxiang would not be polite to him for the time being. After all, he was a stranger who had paid the rent. If he was too polite, he would be suspected of having bad motives. He Songbai had been used to the cold eyes of the entire brigade since he was young. When he suddenly met a stranger who was unreasonably enthusiastic, he would either suspect that she was stupid or had bad motives.
Zhao Lanxiang learned a lesson from the cold treatment in the cornfield.
He Songbai did not like to owe people favors. The last time he helped her was probably because of those candies. He thought that once he paid off the debt, he would simply leave. If he ate a few more of her buns, he would not be able to pay off the debt.
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 had helped him. If there was money, he would give money. If there was effort, he would give effort. If he owed a penny, he would pay back three cents. Therefore, he was the "God of Wealth" for many people. The 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. He 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 and clenched her fist to 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 did not 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. He, tidies up."
Zhao Lanxiang really did as she was told. She found a small stool and sat down. She supported her chin with her hands and watched the old man tidying up inside and out with great interest. The old man used a few planks to make a simple bed. The joints were joined with mortise and tenon grooves. He did not use a single nail during the whole process. His movements were very skillful. The wood chips were flying where the sickle saw fell. Finally, he blew a few times, and the wood chips on the bed board were blown down. He touched the bed board with his rough thumb and pulled out all the thorns that were sticking out of it.
His sharp and deep eyebrows were upturned. He often showed a fierce look when he was expressionless. However, he was serious and meticulous when he was fiddling with the carpentry. Zhao Lanxiang was fascinated by it. Her eyes showed gentleness inadvertently.
At this moment, she wanted to hug the thin man and pick off the dust on his head. But … she knew clearly that she could not 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 you sleep with this?"
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 did not take it. He wiped his sweat with a ragged towel and ran to the well outside to wash his face.
Zhao Lanxiang pushed the bun to He Songye's hand, "Give it to him. There's only one left. I'm full."
She touched her stomach. Just now, she and Sister He ate nine buns by the ridge of the field. Both of them were full now.
He Songye was the one who was really stuffed. On the way back, her stomach was stuffed to the point of discomfort. Her stomach, which had not seen oil for a long time, became weak. She had only walked a few steps when she vomited. He Songye was both distressed and regretful. She was very sad. She squatted in the grass and stared at the filth for a long time. In the end, she could not bear to part with it and shoveled it back to feed the chickens.
In the end, He Songbai really did not want to take a look at the bun. He Songye lovingly put it in the pot and kept it warm for his sister.
The brother and sister busied themselves for a while before they worked together to tidy up this city guest's room until it was spotless. Zhao Lanxiang touched the new quilt on the bed and took out the silk quilt that Father Zhao and Mother Zhao had people sew for her from her luggage. She carried the quilt and returned it to He Songye.
He Songye glanced at the city girl's quilt and touched it. It was soft and smooth. It was warm in the winter and cool in the summer and gentle in the winter. There was no need for her new quilt. He Songye put his quilt back into the box. In He Songbai's eyes, this action had a different meaning.
He chewed on the croissant in his mouth and spat out the residue. His eyes were dark and gloomy.
He Songye rang the bell a few times. He Songbai turned and went into the firewood shed. He put in a few sweet potatoes and some brown rice to boil a pot of water. He Songye saw that his brother had cooked sweet potato porridge. He scooped spoonful after spoonful. The water was clear like waves. She shook her head and added in a few handfuls of rice.
He Songbai looked up and squatted down indifferently to start the fire.
He Songye knocked his head with the bell and glared at him.
He Songbai said indifferently, "That's enough. What will we eat next month if you put in so much rice?"
Although he said that, when he scooped the rice, he filled a bowl of rice for his grandmother and half a rice and a half sweet potato rice for the city guest. In the end, there was a pile of yellow sweet potatoes left for the three siblings.
He Songye picked the grass in her hair and patted her head to comfort her. When she was bathing her little sister, she found that there was a large bruise on her leg. Blood was flowing and the back of her ear was cut. She cried out in shock and quickly put a pile of smelly grass into her mouth. She chewed it and applied it to He Songzhi's wound.
She comforted her little sister for a long time before remembering that Zhao Lanxiang had just moved into the house.
"Go, call, her, to eat."
He Songye pointed at Zhao Lanxiang's room and gestured to his oldest 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 she, where did she go?"
He Xiaomei's eyes widened. She was so scared by her older 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. However, when she saw a white and fat steamed bun in a bowl on the table, her eyes were filled with disbelief, shock, and joy. She pointed at the white steamed bun. Sister He grinned and nodded.
… …
When Zhao Lanxiang finished bathing and came out, she saw He Song Bai standing impatiently in front of her room door. The door was kicked by him and creaked as if it couldn't bear the weight.
He Songbai was caught red-handed throwing a tantrum, but he didn't feel embarrassed. He just stood in front of the girl's room and looked at her frivolously and carelessly.
Zhao Lanxiang twisted her wet hair with her fingers and glanced at him coldly. 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 and let you eat with us. Tomorrow, you have to be more conscious and make up for whatever you lack. We don't provide food! "
A woman's clear voice came from inside the room. "Okay."
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