Zhao Lanxiang's sweet mouth can't change anything.
He Songbai patted her buttocks and said fiercely in a deep voice, "Looking at how you look now, don't expect to see your uncle in the afternoon."
"Let's go tomorrow."
As he said that, he scooped his arms, grabbed the object steadily, and strode towards the bed.
Zhao Lanxiang slapped him quickly, "You are so annoying, I still hurt..."
The corners of He Songbai's lips pressed down, he put her into the soft blanket, stroked her hair, and said lightly, "Let you have a good rest, what do you think?"
Rao is that Zhao Lanxiang's cheeks are thick enough, and he belongs to the old core who eats tender meat, but He Songbai is also embarrassed.
The young and enhanced version of the man, both in terms of waist strength and physical strength, is extremely good, and he keeps banging like a small motor. She tossed her to the point of hating that the king didn't go to court early, and if it wasn't for pity on his stomach that hasn't been soaked in water all day, she would never go out to buy vegetables.
I just wish I could sleep in bed and not move at all for the rest of the day.
Hearing this, Zhao Lanxiang tightened the soft quilt and closed her eyes with peace of mind. Like a fish back in the water, comfortable and happy.
He Songbai also took off his coat, lifted the quilt and got into the quilt, hugged her into his arms and slept with her. He closed his eyes like a memory, and his voice was low and full of yearning.
"I've dreamed of a scene like this many times."
Zhao Lanxiang turned her head to the side, saw his slightly trembling eyelashes, and asked, "Have you ever dreamed of leaving?"
He Songbai, who was still immersed in the pure atmosphere he weaved, coughed out of nowhere.
This little rascal, now saying such things in front of him, doesn't want to sleep well.
"You sound happy?"
Zhao Lanxiang shook his head and denied it: "No, no, sleep and sleep, stop talking."
But He Songbai continued: "That photo shocked me."
He seemed to be lost in confusion, "I don't know why you suddenly disappeared in the photo, and why you came back."
"You...will you never see me again?"
He Songbai said this with some caution.
Zhao Lanxiang looked at his nervous appearance, frowned, and the comfort and pleasure of lying on her back made her mind emptied, and her thoughts diverged uncommonly.
Why did it disappear, she thought of her own rebirth.
The reason is very simple, they did not meet in this timeline in their previous life, they should not have met at this time. She left He Songbai, and their connection was broken. It may be that the world is trying to restore its original trajectory.
The traces of her belonging to his objects will gradually disappear until his memory of her is gradually erased.
Maybe everything will be reconnected to the trajectory of the previous life, and there will be no trace of her in his green years, and she will not know him in advance.
Zhao Lanxiang thinks this logic is very reasonable. But she wouldn't say it to scare He Songbai.
She deliberately said cheekily: "You miss me so much that you have hallucinations."
She suddenly smiled and said, "Are you thinking too much, why did I suddenly disappear?"
He Songbai tightened his arms and was silent for a long time, "Maybe."
Zhao Lanxiang leaned up and kissed him.
He Songbai couldn't hold back, and asked again, "What relationship did you and I have before?"
Zhao Lanxiang said softly, "Husband and wife."
He Songbai made an OK gesture, just like what he expected, he stopped asking when he was satisfied, He Songbai hugged her and kissed her deeply until they were both out of breath before he let go of his lips.
He Songbai patted the subject's plump buttocks, and said proudly, "I think it's right, I really have no problem with my eyes."
When he saw her for the first time, He Songbai thought she was so nice, which made his heart beat so fast that he didn't even dare to look at her.
A man with ability must be happy with a woman like this.
It's a pity that he is incompetent, and he is a jerk, so he doesn't even dare to talk to him. He didn't dare to take a second glance when he walked past her, and a single word could make his heart feel unbearable.
Such a good girl, it's a pity that he can't think of it. So he didn't dare to think about it and didn't get close.
When others mentioned her, He Songbai would occasionally think silently, and her voice and appearance appeared in his mind. Also hate to mention her.
When Zhao Lanxiang proposed to live in his house, He Songbai's head was knocked unconscious. He felt as if he had exhausted all the luck in his life and fulfilled an impossible thought.
But now he knew that she was coming for him!
He Songbai figured out all this, and fell asleep comfortably with his arms around the sweet and soft object.
…
The next day, Zhao Lanxiang put on a new woolen coat with a refreshing look. The burgundy color made her skin whiter and fairer. She glanced at the mirror with satisfaction, her cheeks were flushed, and her whiteness was full of whiteness. Powder Italian.
Sure enough, some aspects of harmony have been achieved, and the feeling that the whole person radiates from the inside out is different. The skin is much brighter.
She couldn't help laughing when she saw He Songbai unskilledly shaving her beard with her razor in the mirror.
She brought the razor over, "You squat down, and I'll help you."
After a night's sleep, the man's chin was green and the stubble was pointed, and the tentacles were still a little prickly. Zhao Lanxiang leaned down and shaved his stubble little by little.
His face is deep and handsome, and the line of his jaw is smooth. With a little green stubble, he has grown a little older, with a man's casual scribbles.
His beard was wiped clean, his smooth chin revealed youthful vigor and charm, and his dark eyes stared straight at her.
"Okay." Zhao Lanxiang said after finishing the last stroke.
He Songbai couldn't help picking her up, untied her skirt, took off her stockings, and pressed her through her.
Zhao Lanxiang, who was suddenly filled with fulfilling feelings, snorted and hugged his neck in exclamation.
"You, what are you crazy about?"
"Wait... to see my dad."
He Songbai kissed her vaguely, coaxing her shamelessly and saying:
"Don't worry, the morning is very fast. It's not that long... An hour is enough, who made you look at me like this and shave me."
Choking, Zhao Lanxiang was forced to wrap his arms around his neck and buried his face on his shoulders, enjoying the power of a young man's hunger once. Aggressive, embarrassed and exciting.
Looking at the faint morning light outside the window, she couldn't help sighing: It's so good to be young, and my whole body is full of inexhaustible energy.
…
When the wind and rain stopped, He Songbai kissed the wet eyes of the kiss object in satisfaction.
He picked up her stockings and frowned.
"Although it's not cold in G city in winter, you can't go bare legs, right? Change your pants?"
Saying that, he found pants and put them on for her.
Before He Songbai set off, he went to the department store to buy some gifts. By the time the two hurried to Zhao's house, it was nearly ten o'clock. Zhao Yongqing was reading the newspaper at home, watching his own newspaper while staring at his elementary school son doing his homework.
From time to time he urged his son, "Have you finished writing?"
"After so long, your father still has to go to work in the factory."
Xiaohuzi is three years older, and this year is the second grade of elementary school. He is deeply buried in the homework pile and resists multiplying and dividing.
He blushed aggrievedly, "I don't need you to watch."
"Go to work now."
Zhao Yongqing was about to take out his shoe and kick his son, but the doorbell rang.
It was the winter vacation in late winter. Feng Lian was on vacation and did not go to work. She opened the door first.
"Niuniu has breakfast—" The rest of the word was drowned in his mouth before he had time to say it.
Feng Lian looked at the familiar young man behind her daughter and was overjoyed.
"Yeah, it's you."
"Long time no see, come in and sit down."
Feng Lian couldn't imagine what identity this young man came to the door, and only thought that he had come to G city to buy vaccines again.
She washed a plate of fruit, and when she came out, she saw her daughter sitting obediently at the table, while her husband taught his son with a dark face, "It's wrong here, and the previous page is also wrong."
Little Huzi was about to be tortured to tears by his father. He said, "This is the wrong question you asked me to copy, and the correct one is written below."
Zhao Yongqing was choked for a moment, took a deep breath, and said stubbornly, "Oh, didn't you write your wrong question with a red pen?"
Feng Lian was about to scold her husband, but when her eyes swept away, she saw a big red gift box on the dining table in the living room.
She glanced at He Songbai in surprise, then looked at her daughter again.
Zhao Lanxiang coughed and said, "Mom, come here and have some candy. Brother Bo bought you throat lozenges."
"I heard that you give lectures all the year round, and you have a bad throat, so you bought it specially."
He Songbai nodded sharply, and said very implicitly and honestly: "Auntie, come and sit down, I'll peel the fruit."
As he said that, he skillfully took out two large yellow Shatian pomelo, washed his hands and peeled them off. His technique of peeling grapefruit has been consummate since many years ago, tearing it off without breaking the skin and leaking juice. Peeled plump and beautiful, clean and tidy.
Feng Lian looked at her daughter's bright eyes, and at the young man's handsome appearance. She sat down and took out a throat lozenge to eat.
After He Songbai peeled the grapefruit, he asked his mother-in-law to taste it.
He said: "I didn't let Lan Xiang vent with my uncle and aunt before. It's my fault."
"I heard from Lanxiang that Auntie likes to drink tea. I specially bought a few kilograms of tea for you. You can make a pot and drink it when you have time. Uncle likes to drink. I brought a bottle of Maotai, please try it."
He Songbai's sincere and humble look made Zhao Yongqing even more angry.
His nostrils got bigger and he gasped.
Xiaohuzi finished his homework, dropped his pen, and happily ran to pick up two pieces of sweet grapefruit to eat. He said, "Brother Bo, you are here!"
"You said you taught me how to make a slingshot, but you haven't taught me yet!"
He sat down between He Songbai and Zhao Lanxiang, and put his head on his sister's shoulder. He blinked and stared at He Songbai for a moment, his bright black eyes seemed to be full of vitality.
He Songbai's heart was very warm.
Unexpectedly, three years later, this child still remembers him, remembers the promise he casually ripped off, but he only played with him a few times during the Spring Festival vacation in 1977.
It should be said that he is a good thief, or he is good at giving up. He was so old back then, and his memory was so good.
He Songbai responded, "I will teach you. I will teach you."
"There are also football and table tennis. If you want to play, I will teach you too."
Little Huzi was overjoyed. The school activity class hadn't taught this yet. He asked his father to play football with him. His father only played with him a few times, and he disliked him so much.
Zhao Yongqing remembered that this kid was also honest in the past. He went to his house to eat his family's meals and borrowed his family's books. In the end, it took a long time for the daughter to lead the door directly.
It turned out not to be honest, but to pretend to be honest.
Zhao Yongqing didn't speak, and looked at He Songbai with a hahaha.
He Songbai stubbornly continued: "I heard Lan Xiang say that my uncle has a lot of research on jade. I have a piece here, could you please help?"
As he said that, he took out the jade pendant that his grandmother asked him to wear to protect his life and good fortune. , at a glance, it is clear-eyed.
Zhao Yongqing turned his head away and glanced at the jade pendant dismissively, his eyes changed.
Now is not the era of yelling at the old antiques, such a beautiful and connotative thing, the treasure handed down by the ancestors, Zhao Yongqing is very rare, and his heart is intoxicated by it. In the early days of reform and opening up, the price of jade was not expensive, so he collected a lot of them.
But I have never seen any one that can look like the piece He Songbai is holding in his hand, which makes people unable to take their eyes off.
He Songbai smiled and handed the jade pendant to Zhao Yongqing.
Feng Lian couldn't help laughing. She said, "Since you're here, let's stay for lunch later."
Although her husband was very rejecting this son-in-law, as a mother, it was necessary for her to know more. Especially seeing the strong love in her daughter's eyes, Feng Lian will never let this young man go.
So He Songbai chatted with Feng Lian like this, and apologized to Zhao Yongqing at the same time.
He said, "Uncle, I will treat Lan Xiang well."
Feng Lian silently inquired about He Songbai's affairs, and inquired about his current income... Should he continue to look after the livestock of the brigade? How is the family? How many people are in the family
He Songbai introduced his own situation while avoiding his weaknesses. "In the first year of resuming the college entrance examination, I went to register for the exam. Now I am a student of T University, and I have one year left to graduate."
"The year before last, in response to the call of the state, I started my own business, built a building materials factory in City B, and is planning to open a construction company. I won't let Lanxiang follow me in the future. One elder sister and one younger sister. They are all very easy-going people, Lanxiang used to know them all in the countryside."
Feng Lian suddenly remembered that the young man had said that he had a grandmother who graduated from a prestigious overseas school. She was stunned at the time, but looking at it now, the young man in front of her talked in a gentle and serious manner. Sure enough, the family background of the intellectuals is different, and it will not be easily erased in the bones.
No matter how bad the situation was back then, with hard work, I have made it through today.
She suddenly sighed: "It's not easy for you."
Zhao Yongqing's heart was full of hehe, but he knew that the awkwardness in his heart was probably the right thing and the wrong person. If his daughter brought another man back, he would also be very picky, which would not be pleasing to the eye.
"I'll stay for a meal later," he said firmly.