Before He Songbai had time to reply to the object, he was suddenly stunned by her suggestion.
There was a buzzing sound in his ears, as if fairy music lingered in his ears, and at that moment, his whole body seemed to be so light and fluttering as if he were flying in the sky. How much courage she must muster to take him to see his parents!
He Songbai longed for Zhao Lanxiang's family and hoped to get to know them. Otherwise, she wouldn't be able to control her legs, and when she came near her house, she couldn't help but play with Xiaohuzi. In the afternoon, he almost threw a clock sandbag with him!
Her brother looks like her, lively and cute.
He Songbai's heart was bubbling with happiness, and it took a long time for him to gradually wake up.
He... can't go to see the subject's parents!
Now is not a good time to come in.
He Songbai's hand was pulled by the subject, and when he pulled her, he pulled her back a few steps.
He whispered with a smile: "Forget it."
"Wait next time, I'm not prepared for anything today, do you want me to come to the door empty-handed? This, this can't work... Isn't this a hooligan?"
He Songbai looked down at Zhao Lanxiang, couldn't help touching her, and hooked up her scarf to wrap her face.
"Go back, it's too cold."
Zhao Lanxiang gave him a hard look, "I don't want to come to the door empty-handed, now go buy fruit with me."
Although the supply and marketing cooperatives are not open now, there are many production brigades in the counties below the city that grow golden oranges and shatian pomelo.
Zhao Lanxiang pulled him forcibly and said as he walked, "You promise me quickly."
"Otherwise, if we are dragging on the street now, it's immoral, and I'm afraid we will be caught by the police as a model. Then it's all up to you!"
He Songbai heard the words, he didn't know whether he was choked for a while, or he didn't know whether to laugh or cry, he silently withdrew his hand.
He looked at her firm and unchangeable eyes, and he was in trouble.
Zhao Lanxiang added: "I promise not to tell them that you are my target, and treat it as a friend from out of town, okay?"
"Don't you want to see where I grew up and see my family?"
Zhao Lanxiang figured out that it was one thing, what else could He Songbai do other than promise her? He has never been able to beat this mother-in-law.
He was very distressed, but the work of preparing to come to the door was positive.
He Songbai bought a Shatian pomelo. Along the way, he saw someone selling their own homemade sweet wine, and bought a bottle of it in a clean soy sauce bottle.
Zhao Lanxiang said: "My mother usually likes to eat sweet wine."
The two of them walked, and He Songbai bought a bunch of things. He went to someone's house to buy some candy at a high price, and then went to the black market to buy pork. A piece of pork, a bag of nougat, a pack of cigarettes. Things are very fragmented, because the supply and marketing cooperatives do not open at all during the Chinese New Year, and the black market is also closed. These are still bought from others.
After working for a long time and speculating, He Songbai has almost developed a pair of Shunzi-like eyes.
Whether it's the bad guy, he can probably recognize it at a glance.
He Songbai finally followed the subject to the vicinity of her house. He became nervous again and stopped.
"I, am I... dressed properly?"
Zhao Lanxiang glanced at him blankly, "That's right, very handsome. Don't worry, your current status is, mine, friend, friend."
"A like-minded friend I met in Hezitun."
He Songbai felt relieved when he thought about it.
Zhao Lanxiang took out the key, walked home first, glanced inside, Zhao Yongqing was not there, Feng Lian was marinating meat in the kitchen, ready to start making dinner.
She said to Feng Lian, "Mom, a friend of mine came to visit."
"He's from Hezitun in N city."
Feng Lian heard the words, wiped her hands with her apron, and said in surprise, "Why did the New Year's Eve come here?"
He Songbai walked into the subject's house at this time.
He said calmly: "I am the cattle breeder in the Hezitun Brigade. My name is He Songbai. Aunt, you can just call me Xiaobai. I came to G city specially to purchase livestock vaccines."
He paused for a moment, then smiled bitterly and said: "The New Year's Eve was a deserted day, I groped here like a blind fly for a long time, thanks to the help provided by Comrade Zhao, she was very kind, and solved a big problem for me. problem."
"I came here specially to thank you."
Zhao Lanxiang was stunned when he heard it. He smoothed out the excuse by himself. It was very natural, and he took the initiative to squeeze the control into his own hands.
What she originally thought was to secretly confess his identity to her mother in private, so that he could finish seeing the parents this time without knowing it. As a result, after he came here, how could she still have the face to secretly reveal the truth to her mother
He Songbai smiled and handed over the meat and fruit, as well as a bottle of sweet wine.
Feng Lian said: "You're welcome, you're welcome, why did you bring so many things?"
He Songbai sincerely pointed at the pork and said, "I bought this one, and the others were picked up by Comrade Zhao by the way."
Feng Lian glared at her daughter and twisted the back of her hand.
"Go get the fruit knife and give it to He, He..."
"Xiaobai." He Songbai reminded with a smile, his bright white teeth, coupled with his bright and dazzling smile, were very powerful.
"Go and cut fruit for Xiaobai to eat." Feng Lian patted her daughter's hand and urged her.
So there were only He Songbai and Feng Lian left in the living room. He Songbai seemed to be a little restrained. After a few probing sentences, he knew how to grasp Feng Lian's interest and talk freely.
Feng Lian looked at this energetic and polite young man who spent the Spring Festival alone in a foreign land, and couldn't help but pity him.
"Have you bought the vaccine?"
He Songbai shook his head, "You can't buy it until the comrades at the epidemic prevention station go to work. I'm here first, so that I can't catch the train if I can't buy a ticket."
Feng Lian is a teacher and very talkative. She asked He Songbai a few questions and couldn't help but praise him for being hard-working, pragmatic, and sacrificing for the collective.
The more her mother praised her man, the more Zhao Lanxiang dared not reveal his "identity".
Listening to Feng Lian's repeated compliments, she couldn't help burying herself in the kitchen, like an ostrich plunging into the sand. He is really amazing. He blushed when he was praised. She had never heard Feng Lian praise her and Xiaohuzi so much!
She peeled the fruit with all her might, while trying to prop up her ears, listening to the movement in the living room.
He Songbai chatted with Feng Lian about interesting things in the countryside, from planting seedlings in the spring to harvesting crops in autumn, from catching frogs in the fields to catching pheasants in the mountains in winter, and so on. In his mouth, the countryside has become very interesting.
Feng Lian couldn't help but repeatedly praised him for his ability. Feng Lian had lived in the city since he was a child, and had never done farm work. After graduation, he was directly assigned to become a teacher. There is very little contact with those glorious middle- and lower-class poor peasants. This time, He Songbai gave her the vivid picture of rural life in one breath.
He is an experienced farmer.
Whether he is a diligent child, you can tell just by looking at those hands.
The daughter's "compatriot" who has come from afar, he has a pair of peasant hands, thick calluses rising from the ground, frostbite and cracks on the tiger's mouth, thick and thick knuckles, and usually works a lot. This kind of hand is the same as the hand of an experienced farmer, but his face is full of energy, and the whole person shows a positive emotion, so warm that people can't help laughing with him.
Older middle-aged women prefer such sincere and warm boys, and Feng Lian is no exception.
Who wants to have a hot face and a cold ass
When Jiang Jianjun came to Zhao's house for the first time, he had a serious face and a hard expression, and there was no warmth in his eyes.
In the face of him, on the contrary, there is a kind of small people who are cautious when facing high-ranking officials and dignitaries.
Feng Lian is a Chinese teacher, and is very interested in this kind of rural style. She listened to He Songbai talking about rural affairs and fell into a fascination.
Zhao Lanxiang finished peeling the pomelo, and kept the remaining bright yellow skin. It is best to drink some bitter and refreshing pomelo juice when the stomach is tired of eating greasy vegetables during the New Year.
When the winter is the coldest, the grapefruit is the sweetest, and the grapefruit from the supply and marketing cooperatives in the city is the cheapest and the best selling.
"Mom, eat some fruit to quench your thirst."
Zhao Lanxiang put the fruit plate on the table, and He Songbai didn't look at her. At this moment, he really looked like the breeder that Zhao Lanxiang knew in Hezitun seriously.
Originally this year, the relationship between men and women was strict.
Their eyeless exchange turned this important life event in the target's house into a simple and friendly meeting between comrades.
He Songbai glanced at the wall clock in the living room, it was almost time for dinner.
He then said: "I have nothing to do in the guest house these two days. Comrade Zhao, can you lend me a book and let me study?"
When Zhao Lanxiang heard the words, the pulp in her mouth almost spit out.
Fortunately, she was sitting behind Feng Lian, and her mother faced her with the back of her head, otherwise she would really be holding back He Songbo.
She couldn't help but laugh, but she quickly calmed down and asked calmly, "What book do you want to read?"
"I have the Red Treasure Book here, the thread-bound books of the Marxist Philosophy series, and Mr. Lu Xun's prose..."
He Songbai said: "I want to study Marxist thought."
Zhao Lanxiang quickly picked up on his words, "I have a lot of Marx's philosophy books! Why don't you pick them yourself?"
Feng Lian glared at her daughter, "There's no reason for the guests to choose by themselves, are you too lazy to walk two steps away?"
She said: "Xiao Bai, you are very good at studying, but my Niuniu's study attitude is very unorthodox. One of the essential ideas that her father gave to you has failed, and seeing the world will make us angry. She didn't give it to you in Hezitun. Are you in trouble?"
He Songbai's slender thighs took a step, and his eyebrows stretched: "Although Comrade Zhao is a lesbian, he is one of the few lesbians who troubles others in life. The others..." He paused, as if searching I can't think of any other description.
Feng Lian smiled knowingly
He is very, very keen, and his impression of Zhao Lanxiang is also in the collective impression. A gay man should not be able to understand lesbian things in depth.
Zhao Lanxiang couldn't help snickering in her heart, so she "reluctantly" led He Songbai to look at her bookshelf.
She led He Songbai to her room, and while her mother was eating fruit in the living room, she quickly kissed He Songbai.
The string in He Songbai's brain was so tense that it was about to break, and his heart felt a sudden, weightless feeling of being clenched hard.
There was a thin layer of sweat on his neck, and his heart was like ice and fire. This side was immersed in the joy of seeing the object's mother, and she was careful and tried her best, and then she rushed up. At the same time, the door of the room was not closed at all, and she dared to be so bold!
This mother-in-law is really annoying, no wonder even my aunt said she was hard to resist!
The corners of his mouth opened and closed in a silent warning to the subject.
Zhao Lanxiang saw He Songbai's sudden change of face, and scratched his thick palm slightly with his thumb, and said solemnly on his face: "Comrade He, take your time and tell me when you have picked it."
She squeezed hard on his upturned buttocks, the muscles were tight, elastic and firm.
He Songbai's body stiffened, his heart seemed to be squeezed to the point of losing oxygen, the masseter muscle beside his cheeks emerged, and his lips moved slightly.
A kind of frightening ambiguity breeds in the secret dark place.
At this time, Zhao Lanxiang smiled, took advantage of it and walked out of her room smartly, continued to keep the door open, and came out of the living room to eat fruit snacks with her mother very regularly.
He Songbai was stunned for a long time, but the buttocks still had the naughty touch left by the mother-in-law. It took him a long time to look away and inspect the subject's room.
This is a room full of feminine scent, clean and elegant, and the air is full of her scent. Her books and handicrafts are neatly placed on the desk, and a wooden photo frame is facing him. He Songbai saw the delicate and tender girl of twelve or thirteen years old, and her clear eyes seemed to be looking directly at him.
Here she is, growing up year after year, day after day.
He watched silently for a while...
The author has something to say: *
small theater:
Pingshengjun: This chapter is full of voices in my ears:
Mother-in-law favorability +10
Mother-in-law favorability +10
Mother-in-law favorability +10
The hard-working male partner Jiang didn't get this treatment for the first time, tsk tsk
Bo Ge fell into contemplation: everything pays attention to strategy.
Stew frogs in warm water, take your time.
Will come again next time :)