Zhao Lanxiang paused and took a deep breath, her eyes were clear and bright, like a girl who was just beginning to love her. The shyness that was inadvertently revealed was like a flapping butterfly, slicing through the person's heart, stirring his calm heart into ripples without knowing it.
Jiang Jianjun took a deep breath and tried his best to control the chill from his heart.
He took a deep breath and tried his best to maintain a calm face, and said calmly, "Oh?"
There was a momentary blank in Jiang Jianjun's mind, which was a setback based on a change in the familiar trajectory.
If it weren't for the accident that happened in this life, he and Zhao Lanxiang would have been talking about marriage by now, following the path of the previous life.
Yes, the opportunity for Jiang Jianjun's rebirth was that he did not stay in the hospital to recuperate in this life, and insisted on returning to the army. As a result, her head was injured, and she didn't have time to talk to Zhao Lanxiang about marriage. As a result, Zhao Lanxiang, who couldn't get a response, hid in the countryside in frustration, and now... Looking for a partner
And... Waking up one day after the operation, Jiang Jianjun's core was changed.
Zhao Lanxiang nodded.
"Fang Jing asked me about you some time ago, and when you came back, it happened to catch up with her more, you..."
She was talking nonsense with her eyes open. Who is Fang Jing? I can't wait to talk to Zhao Lanxiang and talk to her
Zhao Lanxiang was just trying to resist Jiang Jianjun, and reminded him to find Bai Yueguang, not to come to her to find a sense of existence.
This Fang Jing is Jiang Jianjun's Bai Yueguang in his previous life, with a bookish temperament, weak and tough. Jiang Jianjun admired her very much.
Jiang Jianjun rolled his Adam's apple and his throat was extremely dry and hoarse. He said, "You should have understood what I mean when you read the letter I wrote to you."
His sharp and deep eyes stared at Zhao Lanxiang.
Zhao Lanxiang's heart froze, and she put on several layers of thick "armor".
She stared at Jiang Jianjun both regretfully and happily, listening to him say that with a little more on her face. As a woman's "vanity". Yes, she tried her best to behave like a normal girl, being favored by such an excellent man, young girls can't help but be a bit "proud".
Zhao Lanxiang said ignorantly and happily: "Thank you, but..."
"We are a precious and pure camaraderie, right?"
Jiang Jianjun only felt the pain in the throbbing of his temples, and he reluctantly spit out a word with a dark face: "Well..."
The sound was depressing and short.
Zhao Lanxiang, who was familiar with him, seemed to sense his frantic and rich mental activity through his serious face.
Besides responding to Zhao Lanxiang, what else can Jiang Jianjun do
If he can make her like the first time, then there will be a second time, a third time... She is still unmarried, and he has many means to save her.
He closed his eyes slightly, and a long sunset appeared in front of him. The women were surrounded by their cozy nest, with a green shirt and aprons tied around their waists, cooking three or two small dishes and waiting for him to come back.
The next moment the screen switched, the tip of his nose seemed to smell the smell of rust, her face faded from the blood, and blood continued to flow from her legs, no matter how much he ran, he couldn't run for time. In this life, he will never let her down, and he will never let the tragedy repeat itself.
Jiang Jianjun looked at the intact woman in front of him, twitched his thin lips, and wished her: "Happy New Year."
"Happy New Year, goodbye." Zhao Lanxiang said.
Jiang Jianjun stared at the figure of the woman leaving, his eyes were full of strong emotions, as if he could eat people and was terribly hot, like a lunatic. In the silhouette of the sunset, the strong and sturdy body looks longer and longer. The weak and soft light hit his side, making his expression dark and unpredictable.
What if she saw another man
…
On the second day of the new year, Zhao Lanxiang accompanied Feng Lian back to her grandparents' house. The second old man had passed away two years ago, but the old house was still there, and the two uncles were still there, so the relationship still had to go away.
Xiao Huzi got a pocket of red envelopes, and smiled and lit his money like a miser.
Zhao Lanxiang slapped his little hand and said angrily, "Go back and open the red envelope, it's rude now."
Xiaohuzi snorted, obediently put the New Year's money in his sister's pocket, and went to play with his cousins without any burden.
From the first day of the second day to the fifth day of the first day, the four members of the Zhao family went to their grandparents' house for reunion dinner every night.
Zhao Lanxiang took his younger brother's eyes, nose, nose and heart to eat. The dishes on the table were all the dishes that adults eat, such as Chinese cabbage and meat. Little Huzi can eat very few dishes. . The meat and vegetables they made were greasy and blunt, and Xiao Huzi was used to eating good food and dishes made by his sister. This was a sudden comparison, and the level fell straight.
In addition, grandparents advocate thrift, or the uncle's family who lives together is reluctant to spend money on food and clothing, and the reunion dinner is not carefully prepared to entertain the family.
Seeing his grandson pick up a bowl of white rice and eat without chopsticks, grandma brought out his own fried Sixi balls for him to eat, and Xiaohuzi was very happy to eat one.
The rest were all robbed by Zhao Juxiang. Zhao Juxiang was the uncle's second daughter and was only two years younger than Zhao Lanxiang.
She grabbed Xiaohuzi's balls without hesitation, and was rudely mentioned by Zhao Lanxiang.
"Aren't you going to leave some for your grandparents for this bowl of meatballs?"
Zhao Juxiang ate three of them, then stopped, and smiled and put one for each of the grandparents.
The eldest aunt began to pull up the family, and complained "happily": "Eldest brother, he has a lot of things at hand during the New Year. He said that the party and the people need him. Since he has provoked this role, he has to play his role with all his heart. He can't come back in time. But he wants me to say hello to the child's grandparents and his grandparents, and ask you to pay more attention to your health."
Hearing this, Zhao Xiong couldn't close his mouth with laughter. He happily opened a bottle of wine and drank half of it himself.
His greatest pride is that he has raised an eldest son who eats national food. Zhao Xiong laughed and said, "He can serve the people wholeheartedly. Even if he doesn't go home for three or five years, I feel full after drinking boiled water."
The other two sons, who were disobedient and unpromising, bowed their heads silently.
Zhao Juxiang and her brother were undoubtedly Zhao Xiong's most beloved grandchildren. They gave them food at the reunion dinner table. All the meatballs that Zhao Lanxiang cut fell into Zhao Juxiang's bowl, and no one dared to refute it.
Zhao Lanxiang touched the warm fine porcelain bowl and whispered to Little Huzi, "Let's go home and eat."
Grandma glared at Juxiang and taught her a lesson: "You've eaten up all the meatballs, what do you want your brother to eat?"
"Go back and write a review."
After grandma finished speaking, she glared at grandpa again, but Zhao Xiong didn't see it, and happily drank and ate vegetables.
Grandma is not partial to Xiaohuzi, but feels that she can't raise the child crookedly. In fact, the uncle's family's weight on the second elder's side is beyond the reach of the other two sons combined.
After dinner, the uncle and aunt sealed a big red envelope to the siblings in turn. The aunt said gently to Zhao Lanxiang, "We have been worried that you will endure hardship in the countryside."
"Looking at it now, my heart is still down."
Zhao Lanxiang said: "The farm work is not too heavy, I can bear it. I've done more work and my physical fitness is now stronger than before."
Aunt Zhao looked at her niece Baili's rosy cheeks, and then she believed it.
After dinner, only four members of the Zhao family left.
Aunt Zhao asked her husband to drive the four nieces home. Zhao Lanxiang’s uncle, Zhao Yongxin, works as a supervisor in a department store. The leaders have a shared red flag car to facilitate their office work. During the Spring Festival, it was the turn of Zhao Yongxin, who was still working, to use the car. If it were on a normal day, he would still have a driver to drive it!
Zhao Lanxiang got in the car, breathed a sigh of relief, and said to Zhao Yongqing, "Fortunately, I didn't live with them."
"I'm in a bad mood every day."
Feng Lian said, "Niu Niu, you are too stingy. You didn't see that your cousin's face is not right."
Although she taught her daughter harshly on the face, she actually laughed a little unkindly in her heart.
Zhao Lanxiang reluctantly raised his palms and only swore, "This kind of behavior will make our palms swollen."
"The conscience of heaven and earth, I just remind her. But it's good in the eyes of grandparents to be innocent, lively and ignorant."
If it weren't for Zhao Yongqing and Feng Lian's high salaries, high wages, and a lack of food and clothing, they would not care so much about the attitude of their grandparents.
But since the uncle is the only one in the family who has a bright future, they just say it in private, and no one will offend him.
Year after year, it has accumulated little by little, and Zhao Juxiang's princess disease is almost even worse than Jiang Li's. But Jiang Li is the real princess, and Zhao Juxiang is just a grass chicken with only a few phoenix feathers inserted.
When Zhao Lanxiang was a child, Feng Lian was just a new teacher with a low salary and hard work. Zhao Yongqing was also a small employee, and the family lived very hard. Every time I go back to my grandparents' house for a reunion dinner, Zhao Lanxiang will be angry, like a beggar who beats the autumn wind.
When she was a little older, her parents and grandparents became friendly and the barriers were eliminated.
Aunt Zhao is not good at complaining because the younger generations are in the car, but after getting out of the car, she said to Feng Lian, "Big brother is getting better every year, we really can't climb up."
"A while ago, I asked Niuniu and her aunt to lend her hand to borrow some money. She looked at people with an angry nostril and scolded the two of us.
Feng Lian asked, "What are you borrowing money for?"
Aunt Zhao said, "Nuniu and her uncle save some money to build a house."
"You also know that with that dead salary, it will take many years to save enough money for the house, but now I have news, and I am upset that I will live with them every day."
Although the current housing prices in city G are not as terrifying as those of later generations, it is still necessary to buy a house with a yard for less than 2,000 yuan.
Feng Lian sighed in surprise, and quickly looked at his sister-in-law's belly.
Zhao Yongxin and his wife have been married for nearly eight years, and there has been no news. After searching for a doctor for many years and taking a lot of medicines, there is still no movement in these years. Zhao Yongqing was worried that after the two of them were gone, he once wanted to adopt his daughter to his younger brother.
But Zhao Lanxiang had a stubborn temper, and went to live at his uncle's house for a while and ran back by himself. There was no follow-up to the adoption. However, Zhao Yongxin and his wife really treat her as a daughter.
Feng Lian said: "I asked Yongqing if he could still get the money together."
…
The two parents over there were doing their homework. Zhao Lanxiang took her brother out of the car here. She carefully closed the car door, and the little tiger ran back home like a whirlwind. It was estimated that he was not full and went to look for food to eat.
She took out her scarf and wrapped it around her face. Suddenly, a gray shadow flashed past her eyes.
Zhao Yongkang took out the key and asked his niece in surprise, "It's freezing cold, what is Chu doing here, not going back to the house?"
Zhao Lanxiang said with a smile: "I'm full, I'll go out to digest food."
She asked her uncle to go back to the house first, and walked to "digest" by herself. She walked through the streets and alleys and strung along the nearby paths. In the end, she walked in a hurry, and couldn't help roaring:
"You come out by yourself, or do I have to pull you out?"
"I saw you all!"
Zhao Lanxiang waited for a long time, not knowing if He Songbai was nearby. When she caught a glimpse of his familiar figure just now, she was shocked.
Not only was she surprised that he had traveled so long to come here, but she was also worried that something had happened to him. All in all, she was in a very complicated mood. After the surprise and worry passed, she walked around in the alley, thinking that there was nothing wrong with the New Year's Eve. Moth, he can come this way...
Zhao Lanxiang's heart thumped violently, and the cheeks buried in the scarf suddenly became hot.
But after walking for so long, he shyly avoided her, and Zhao Lanxiang couldn't help but get "anxious".
After a while, a person quietly came out of the dark place.
He was wearing that black jacket and coat, and the slim fit design of the coat made him look taller and taller. He didn't cut his hair, because it was customary not to cut his hair during the first month of the month. His flowing hair covered his forehead, giving him an uninhibited feeling. Better looking than a silly board inch head.
His body was very neatly tucked, and he deliberately arranged it, and the country boy had a reborn feeling, which made people's eyes shine.
Zhao Lanxiang's eyes were full of pink, not only admiring how handsome and handsome he looked when he was young, but also being moved by his behavior of dressing up like a dog and coming over to meet her.
He Songbai hummed and explained in a low voice, "I... I buy vaccines for piglets."
"You are in a big city, so it's easier to find medicine."
What he said now, Zhao Lanxiang believed it. When he said a word, Zhao Lanxiang nodded and said, and finally Zhao Lanxiang asked him with a smile, "When did you get off the train?"
"are you hungry?"
"Is there a place to stay?"
He Songbai nodded and answered one by one: "I got off the bus at noon, I'm not too hungry, I settled in the guest house."
Zhao Lanxiang thought about it, now it's the fifth day of the first year, didn't he set off on the fourth day of the first year
"You're such an idiot, idiot, won't I be going back in a few days?"
He Songbai's ears suddenly turned red, and he explained incoherently: "Really, I'm here to buy medicine."
And... by the way, do some bad speculative things.
City S is too far away from them. City G, as a relatively developed city in the south, is also rich in industrial products. Ahem... Another reason is that his pig farm budget is running out and he has to find some way to make money. This time he came with Li Zhong's fourth uncle.
It was the first time to do this kind of thing with a big man. Even if it was just a casual person who was brought out to meet the world, He Songbai was very happy.
What's even happier is that this happens to be the object's home, and he can stop by to see her, but he didn't intend to disturb her, he just wanted to take a look from a distance.
It is also good to see where she grew up and the scenery she is familiar with without seeing anyone. He just needs to take a look and be satisfied.
Unexpectedly, she suddenly got out of the car, and the country bumpkin, who had never seen the world, was caught off guard.
He Songbai ran away, but it was getting late, and the object was still dangling in the alley. He Songbai thought about the insecurity, and finally came out bravely.
He lowered his head silently, unable to look directly at the teasing expression of his subject at the moment.
Zhao Lanxiang looked at the night, looked down at her watch, and pushed He Songbai: "Let's go, take me to the guest house where you are staying."
He Songbai nodded and took Zhao Lanxiang to the guest house where he stayed.
He knew the address of Zhao Lanxiang's home, because he accidentally glanced at her home letter, and he had a good memory, so he chose a place that was a little far from the target's home.
He took out a "false certificate", and Zhao Lanxiang passed the waiter's check smoothly and followed him into the hotel.
Zhao Lanxiang entered the house and closed the door tightly.
"You, what are you?"
Looking at the fake certificate in He Songbai's hand, she was amazed. She had only been separated from him for a few days. This man had already changed his guns and made a fool of himself.
She carefully looked at their "marriage certificate" and glanced at He Songbai with a smile, only to think that the night was beautiful and he was cute.
He Songbai coughed awkwardly and said, "This is what Li Zhong's fourth uncle helped do."
He snatched the fake certificate in annoyance, carefully and properly putting it into the luggage, but blood dripped from his ears.
"Don't be shy, okay, okay, I know I'm wrong."
"I won't make fun of you."
Zhao Lanxiang swore.
He Songbai looked so embarrassed that he could only scratch the wall, and if he was too anxious, he might leave after finishing his work.
This can't be done, she can take her leave until the eighth day of the new year... She also wants to go back to the countryside happily with him.
At this time of the Spring Festival, the guest house was sparsely populated, and there were few waiters still on duty. The meals provided were meager, and there was no chance to even heat it up.
After the time passed, even the hot water stopped. Zhao Lanxiang complained about the poor service of the hostel during the Chinese New Year, and couldn't help feeling distressed for him.
"How about... come to my house for dinner?" she suggested.
He Songbai heard the words and almost stumbled into the wall.
He said, "It's okay, I've eaten."
"I also take a cold shower at home. You wait for a while, and I'll take you back immediately."
He took the time to take a cold shower, and when he came out, he saw the subject sitting on the head of his bed like a little fairy, flipping through the things he brought in his bag.
Zhao Lanxiang glanced at the man's luggage.
Simple.
Two sets of underwear, a certificate, a notebook, a pen, and a little leftover dry food, nothing else.
She couldn't help but took out a red envelope from her pocket and stuffed it inside.
She jumped out of bed, hugged him and kissed him.
"Happy New Year, He Songbai."
The woman's soft body filled his arms, warm and warm, and the heartbeat of the two people's close chests could be heard clearly. He Songbai, who was full of arms, was suddenly dizzy, and a strong sense of excitement poured into his head, making him dizzy with happiness.
The regret of missing sending her home before New Year's Eve, but compared with the nephrite jade Wenxiang in front of her, it was suddenly not worth mentioning.
But he didn't dare to be abrupt to the beauty, so he just stood upright with a pestle and let her hold him. After a long time, he lowered his head to hold her lips, smiled deeply, and his chest trembled.
"You too, happy new year."
Zhao Lanxiang's heart was wrapped in sweetness like honey, and she raised her head to bear his longing kiss.
…
Zhao Lanxiang didn't come back to his senses until he was sent home by the man: Jiang Jianjun is back, and He Songbai is also here. If they accidentally bump into each other, there is a danger of blood splashing on the spot!
She immediately shuddered and woke up.
She was right to worry, and sure enough, Jiang Jianjun came to visit the next day.
Zhao Lanxiang's cousin Zhao Juxiang is asking her how to make rice cakes, but she is actually greedy for her family's cakes and wants to eat more.
Aunt Zhang Hongying brought some fruit, but Feng Lian couldn't beat them, so she had to reluctantly give them half of her daughter's baked egg yolk.
She hid in the kitchen and said to her husband, "The richer you are, the more you love to take advantage!"
Zhao Yongqing comforted his wife, "They are all relatives, and if we have difficulties in the future, we will go to them to help."
Feng Lian snorted, "It's best."
She came out with a half-basket of egg yolk cakes that weighed a pound, and Zhao Juxiang immediately took a piece and ate it sweetly.
Zhang Hongying said with a smile: "We Juxiang are also preparing to graduate, and I think it's time to find a marriage for her... Niuniu is an ingenious child, and her unique skills are really admirable."
"Can Niuniu teach your sister, so that she can find a good marriage, the aunt will be grateful to you in this life."
Zhao Lanxiang chewed on the crunchy apple, put down the core after hearing this, and said lightly: "I can't talk about advice. I think the old society has passed, and women don't deserve to be in the kitchen. I have been in my family for so many years. Dad is cooking, what did he say?"
"Learn this and you can find a sweet marriage, this, this is fine..."
Feng Lian was dumbfounded at her daughter's poisonous tongue.
But she listened very comfortably and didn't stop her at all.
Zhao Lanxiang continued: "The standard for measuring women now is that they are literate, willing to endure hardships, and contribute to the country and society. Let me teach my sister to cook, it is better for me to teach her how to be a person who contributes to the country."
She smiled and showed her white teeth.
Zhao Juxiang was also dumbfounded, and her face turned pale with anger before she regained her breath.
She smiled coldly: "I'm not worthy of the elder sister's advice. Forget it, Mom, we won't come to the door in the future. Look at her attitude towards you, she—"
Before Zhao Juxiang could finish her words, the door rang loudly.
Everyone gathered in the room, Xiaohuzi was playing outside, Feng Lian did not close the door but left it open, so a handsome and dazzling man walked in.
He said hello: "Hello, uncle and aunt, I'm a friend of Comrade Zhao."
"I came here specially to give you New Year's greetings!"
Zhang Hongying's family also lived in the military compound, and Zhao Juxiang's grandfather, Zhao Xiong, happened to be under Jiang Jianjun's father's subordinate. She was too familiar with this outstanding military officer since childhood.
The next moment she was about to say something mean in her mouth, big enough to stuff an egg.
Zhao Juxiang's words choked in her throat, and her eyes suddenly lit up like the light of day.
"Brother Jiang, Jiang?"
Jiang Jianjun inspected the people in the room and frowned invisibly.
Zhao Lanxiang met Jiang Jianjun at this moment, and he thought of He Songbai from City G, only to feel that his head was big.
She put away the sarcasm on her face and sat up straight. Patiently waited until Jiang Jianjun finished introducing himself, and interrupted his next words appropriately.
"Go out and talk about something?"
Jiang Jianjun saw the woman's slightly displeased face, he smiled slightly, and followed the person out.
Zhao Lanxiang threw the box of nutritional supplements he sent on him and said angrily, "Are you really a cheap bone?"
"Are you really incapable of understanding people's words or pretend you don't understand."
"I have someone I like, and I hope you don't cause him trouble."
Jiang Jianjun's face couldn't help but turn dark, his face was tense, and he was full of dislikes, which was a big blow to him, especially Zhao Lanxiang's attitude.
But it was rare for him to see a young girl like her, who was so full of vigor and eager to jump, that he had not seen her for many years, so he held back.
Jiang Jianjun tried his best and asked with a smile, "Who is the person you like?"
Damn, all the people who dig his corners should get out of here, okay
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small theater:
Pingshengjun: (surprised) Marriage certificate
I had no idea you were this kind of bro
Brother Bo: "..."