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The crimson evening mist burns at the end of the sky, gradually turning into a magnificent rose color.
Mr. Rong stared at the person quietly.
His appearance is not as handsome as Shao Qinghe's, nor as heroic as Sun Yingshao's, so he doesn't look very attractive at first glance. Lin Lang deliberately teased him before saying that he was too ugly to eat, but in fact, men belong to the good-looking category, with sharp eyebrows raised upwards, exuding the dignified atmosphere of a superior.
Even courtship, he has his own bearing.
Don't force, don't ask.
Some people's love flies to the flame, burning themselves violently in order to win the favor of the other party.
He is different.
There were too many flaws in his acquaintance with Lin Lang. If she hadn't stood out and attracted his attention, she wouldn't have fallen into deep trouble later on.
Every step she took happened to step on the most itchy place in his heart. When he came back to his senses, some emotions could not be simply covered up with the city government. It is absurd for a chess player to take pity on a chess piece, but it is not impossible for this kind of extremely small probability. He is just unlucky and just happened to get a move.
Plunging headlong into this love net, Mr. Rong is also glad that he is a little older and has enough patience to deal with this unexpected romance.
He is different from those brats, he confesses loudly and is impatient for an answer, like a thorn in his hand, he has to hit his head and bleed before he gives up. Mr. Rong understands better that immature thoughts and behaviors will only push girls further and further away. It is true that love requires passion, but a gentle and considerate male partner who can understand girls' minds is undoubtedly more advantageous.
Mr. Rong is not in a hurry, he will make people get used to his existence slowly, and invade her world with spring breeze and light rain.
"It's okay, you don't need to answer me now, and I won't anger you just because of your disagreement." He smiled, his deep brows and eyes smudged with warmth in the twilight, "This is just my personal preference, I want to You know, I want you to hear that, if it makes you difficult, then it's not my intention to confess."
He squeezed the man's hand, and gently touched the position of his heart.
"If you don't take the liberty."
"Sir, there is always a seat reserved for you"
A ray of cool wind brushed against her cheeks, disheveling her black hair.
He stretched out his other hand and pulled the handle to his ear.
"It's windy, if you stay any longer, you'll catch a cold."
Mr. Rong let go of her hand.
Since he said that this intention is personal, he has to abide by some rules, even though he knows that it is more convenient for him to rely on his status as a husband.
A tug held him.
He turned around in surprise.
The other party turned half of his face away, not looking at him.
"What's wrong?"
He noticed something unusual and wanted to step forward as he spoke.
Unexpectedly, when he took a step forward, she took a step back with her hands behind her back.
Leng did not let him approach.
Mr. Rong frowned, wondering why.
Did she think she was "playing hard to get"
"Sir, I am capricious."
When he heard this sentence suddenly, his eyes slid to her face, and he caught the slight lip biting movement.
Mr. Rong was blessed at this moment, with a conniving smile in his tone, "Well, so what?"
"Also, I don't eat dumplings with vinegar."
He quickly picked up, "Okay, next time I will spread the bowls evenly and not put them together."
"It smells bad of smoke."
"Stop doing."
"Can you watch the moon on the roof if you don't sleep at night?"
"Yes, but you are only allowed to see Haishi."
"That… "
She turned her head and turned her head to the left, showing an aggrieved expression.
"Why don't you come and hug me?"
Even if he didn't pout and act coquettishly, Mr. Rong was almost terrified by this scene.
Hundreds of small butterflies are fluttering in the heart, and they are released from a certain exit in an instant.
As soon as the words fell, Lin Lang instinctively said "ah".
The whole person was lifted up by a pair of powerful iron arms.
Mr. Rong hugged Lin Lang's legs effortlessly, as if he was holding a light doll. She grabbed his clothes with both hands and managed to steady herself, her jet-black hair scattered all over him.
"What are you doing?" The girl glared at him.
"Don't you want to hug?" A low-pitched laughter escaped from his throat, "Who do you think you are in love with?"
"Bah, shameless, who said I love you, Miss Shi Rong is just giving you a chance to show." She looked down at the man, poked the man's brow with her finger, and said slyly, "Don't get too complacent, Rong uncle."
Mr. Rong is starting to have a headache now. The age difference between the two cannot be changed. He has also made up his mind, but it really feels like being called an uncle by his lover...
"It's Rong Jiu." He corrected him, "I'm the ninth eldest in my family."
"Uncle Rong Jiu."
"Good boy, it's Rong Jiu."
"Grandpa Rong Jiu."
"..."
The frustrated Mr. Rong finally gave up his correction.
This little bastard is proud of being favored, but this favor is bestowed by himself.
"Are you angry?" She supported his shoulder with one hand, and scratched his face deliberately with the other hand through a strand of hair.
Mr. Rong didn't speak.
"Well, I'm just kidding you, don't be angry." She hurried to put out the fire again, her soft girl's tone was like a ball of cotton, making people want to take a bite.
Mr. Rong thought to himself, does he seem like the kind of person who would immediately forgive just because of a little coquettishness
Well he does.
He relaxed his brows, and heard her say, "Ninth brother, look up at me, do you look good?"
Brother Nine.
The little rascal.
Mr. Rong's ears were blown soft again.
He opened his eyelids, "Aren't you good-looking, don't you have a clue? Hmm? My Rongjiu's vision can be so bad."
The afterglow of the setting sun was hidden in the clouds, her long hair was scattered in the wind, especially those sparkling eyes, alluring, "I just want to ask you if the scenery is good." She said innocently, " Since Brother Nine wants to praise me, just say it directly, and I won't laugh at you."
"..."
Was put together again.
Mr. Rong couldn't laugh or cry, her ability to see through stitches was considered a living.
"Looks good, you are the prettiest, okay?"
He hugged her firmly with one hand, and stretched out the other big palm to hold her head.
There was some wind in the evening, which was a little hasty.
But this does not prevent him from kissing the girl he likes.
Grinding ears and temples together, just taste it.
"walk home."
He intertwined his fingers and led the people across the thin field ridge.
Mr. Rong didn't go back to the house. He built a house near his parents' former residence a few years ago, using ordinary tiles and bricks, and he usually keeps a low profile when he comes back. Considering Lin Lang this time, Mr. Rong specially chose a spacious carriage.
A fence was erected outside the house, and a large group of quill flowers were planted. After the sun went down, the petals rolled up timidly inside, which did not have a hint of tenderness.
"We have to spend the night here tonight." Mr. Rong told the coachman to rest elsewhere. He took a bunch of brass keys from his cuff and opened the door lock.
Lin Lang looked with her head, and towards the door was a table of the Eight Immortals, with a set of very ordinary white porcelain tea sets on it. What caught her attention was a large bow with paint on the wall, with a few iron arrows in the pouch, There is a faint smell of blood.
On the left is the kitchen, separated by a blue curtain, a stack of firewood can be vaguely seen, and on the right is of course a sleeping berth. Lin Lang hadn't entered Mr. Rong's room yet, so she went to the berth first while people were looking for candles for lighting.
The room was neater than expected, the plain blue-flowered quilt was neatly folded, and a small black bedside cabinet and a simple suitcase were placed next to it.
"What's wrong, disappointed with my room?"
A man's voice came from behind, with a narrow smile, "I'm so sorry, I'm such a boring man."
The light from the candles spreads throughout the room, forming a contrast with the bright light from the window.
"I can't see it." There was spring water in the end of her eyes, "Where do I sleep tonight?"
Mr. Rong's face remained unchanged, and he gave a very unbeatable answer, "If you want to sleep on the floor, I don't mind."
Lin Lang squinted at him.
"It's a beautiful idea, why?"
"Then there is no other way." He said with a smile, "You can share half of my bed."
"No, I want two-thirds."
"what ever."
Mr. Rong walked to the cabinet, dripped a drop, stood the candle, and said, "I'm going to boil water, and I'll wipe myself off later, and we'll go to sleep." He spoke very freely, like a couple who have been together for a long time The old couples who talked about sleeping didn't mean to blush at all when it came to sleeping.
Although in the countryside with poor conditions, Mr. Rong still takes good care of people. Lin Lang cleaned up in the kitchen and changed into a comfortable cotton dress.
"Washed?"
Mr. Rong also came back from the outside. He wrapped up his robe with both hands, as if he was wrapping something.
He went straight to the window, carefully unfolded the corner of his robe, and gently shook off the contents. The fiery red squid radish flowers are surrounded by greenery, and they look very lively.
"Just let these little flowers spend the night with you tonight."
He smiled at people.
A man who is knowledgeable and interesting is really lethal.
Lin Lang lifted the quilt and hid in, "Then I'll go to bed first."
Mr. Rong nodded, took some clothes and turned to take a shower.
When she was drowsily asleep, she felt that her toes were itchy, and she rubbed them subconsciously, and then was grabbed by a generous male palm, her voice was slightly hoarse, "Don't move, I'll rub it for you."
Before setting off, Mr. Rong prepared a pair of light soft-soled shoes, but after walking such a long distance, he thought he must be exhausted, even if she didn't say anything.
"It's itchy... lighten up..."
She consciously begged.
Mr. Rong raised his eyes to see the undefended sleeping face, his eyes were slightly dark.
She is really courageous enough to fall asleep in front of a man who plots against her, is she sure that he will not be impulsive
Mr. Rong's Adam's apple rolled slightly, barely suppressing the anger.
After he calmed down, the sound of cock crowing outside reached his ears.
It's getting late.
Mr. Rong also lay down, facing the person sideways.
After a while, she automatically leaned forward and pressed against his chest, as if smacking her mouth, muttering "It's so hard". Mr. Rong laughed, and simply stretched out his arms so that he could sleep on his pillow.
Sleep soundly all night until the sun rises.
Mr. Rong hasn't slept so soundly for a long time. He temporarily planned to stay here for a few days before going back.
As for three meals a day, of course they have to rely on their own hard work.
He gave Lin Lang the gun he carried with him for self-defense, while he carried a bow and arrow on his back to walk around. It would be even better if he could hunt some small animals and come back for additional meals.
"Then I'll peel the sweet potatoes before you come back." Lin Lang said excitedly.
Mr. Rong rubbed his forehead, "No need, just let me come."
He was afraid that only dregs would be left after cutting.
"Then I do the laundry?"
"The mountain water is a bit cold, don't touch it, I'll wash it when I come back."
Lin Lang looked disappointed, "Then what can I do?"
If you don't make trouble, it will be Amitabha.
Mr. Rong's dark eyes glowed with pity, he stroked her head with his big palm, and said with a smile, "Pull a small bench and sit at the door, just wait for me to come back."
Lin Lang said "Oh", "Come back soon." Then she added, "Don't go seduce a pretty village girl behind my back."
Mr. Rong smiled for a while, and quickly responded to the other party's threatening gaze. After giving her some instructions, he put on his hunting tools and set off.
"Shua—"
A sharp arrow left the string and hit a gray-breasted pheasant, and the screams of clucking were endless.
Mr. Rong hurried over, grabbed his claws, pulled out the arrow, tied it with a rope, and threw it neatly into the bag. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a clump of fresh mushrooms under the pine tree, thought for a moment, and picked them off as well.
It was only half an hour since he came out, and the harvest had already been quite fruitful. Mr. Rong wiped off his sweat and returned home immediately without being greedy.
There was a mass of wild flowers covered with wet and soft mud outside the door. Mr. Rong raised his eyebrows, but she couldn't help but run out after all.
"Your ninth brother is back, why don't you come out to pick him up soon?"
He stepped into the room with a smile, and a slim figure was making tea with his back facing him. Hearing these words, the teacup twirled in his palm.
Mr. Rong stretched out his long legs, stood behind the woman, wrapped his hands around her chest, and pulled out a straw grasshopper as if by magic.
"I made it up at random. It's a bit raw for the first time. Don't think it's ugly." Mr. Rong still had a teasing smile in his voice, "Of course, I'm not self-effacing. I'm a hidden folk artist anyway. , I think no matter how ugly it is, it won’t be so ugly that you can’t eat.”
The other party didn't move. Mr. Rong was much taller than her. Looking down, the tea in her cup was shaking.
She is shaking.
It's not the right mood.
"What's wrong with you?" He frowned, put down his bow and arrow, and turned the man's shoulders, "Is it uncomfortable? Is it because of the pastry?"
Mr. Rong inevitably blamed himself a little. He was greedy for convenience, so he reheated some of yesterday's pastry for breakfast, but he didn't ask her if she was used to eating it.
As soon as he said this, the tears flowed down.
"What's wrong with you?" Mr. Rong was anxious now, he held her face carefully, and coaxed softly, "It's okay, bear with me, I'll take you to the doctor now, it's not a big deal to eat a bad stomach Sick. Let's stop crying, huh?"
As he said that, he wanted to hug her waist and hug her directly. She seemed to be a little panicked, and took a step back quickly.
"Snapped!"
A small bag fell out of the sleeve.
Mr. Rong could clearly see that the corners of her mouth trembled uncontrollably.
The two had been together for a while, and he knew her preferences, and even more so, her casual little habits.
What is she afraid of
Mr. Rong bent down to pick up the small bag, and weighed it in his hand. It was very light, and it was a bag of powder. He suppressed his smile, "What is this?"
"It's something to cure headaches." She lowered her head as if to cover up, and reached out to take it back.
The man looked calm, "Could it be arsenic?"
Lin Lang paused, then suddenly smiled, "Yes, I plan to poison you to death and make you a pair of ghost ducks." She wrapped her hands around the man's neck, and tiptoed to kiss him.
Mr. Rong swallowed the words he wanted to question her, and he lowered his head to suck his lover's lips.
This seduction almost brought out his anger that had been suppressed all night. Mr. Rong only felt dizzy, he hugged the man like he was drunk, staggered, and finally leaned against the wall.
"Go... let's go..."
The indistinct whisper made Mr. Rong's head startled, and he subconsciously looked at her tear-stained face.
There was a flash of astonishment in his eyes, and he was biting the tip of his tongue when he was about to speak.
"Run!"
Mr. Rong was pushed out of the door by her, and he staggered back a few steps.
"Someone is going to kill you!"
It was rare for her to have such a groggy side, her voice was almost trembling, even if she was holding on to the door frame with both hands, it felt like it was about to fall.
Mr. Rong stepped on the cluster of wild flowers.
wildflowers...
His thoughts changed sharply, the color of this flower is white!
There are many secret words between Mr. Rong and Lin Lang, such as flowers, red for celebration and white for funeral, which are used to remind the surrounding environment of the dangerous degree.
As Lin Lang was left in the house by him and never went out, such code words were naturally used less. Just now, he only cared about his own joy, but forgot the meaning of this layer!
"Why are you standing there, run away!"
She was in a hurry, her eye circles were very red, but her footsteps never moved away.
Mr. Rong's heart sank suddenly.
Another thin and slender figure slowly appeared behind that door.
The cold muzzle was pressed against the woman's neck, and he smiled slightly without showing any hostility, and even said hello in a warm voice, "Master, Qinghe finally sees you."
He looked at the surrounding mountains and rivers, and expressed his approval, "This is indeed a place suitable for physical and mental cultivation. No wonder the master came here at all costs."
When Mr. Rong saw Lin Lang being held in his hands, anxiety flashed through his eyes. After all, he was a man who had gone through a storm. Even in the face of the rebellion of his subordinates, he did not become hysterical, but cut straight to the point, "What do you want? "
Shao Qinghe was able to find this place, Mr. Rong no longer expected his confidantes to arrive, it was obvious that his whereabouts had already been leaked.
Not only Shao Qinghe, but also other trusted people.
Mr. Rong tried his best to think about the situation as bad as possible.
Shao Qinghe and Lin Lang were lovers in the past. He knew this relationship. The reason why he reused him was because he admired his ability. Body, lighten the bad impression of oneself robbing love.
However, in the end, he still raised tigers to cause trouble, causing today's disaster.
"What do I want?"
Shao Qinghe narrowed his eyes.
"That's a good question, what do I want?" His gun barrel was swimming between his delicate neck, with a slight indulgence, "Of course I want to get back what I lost."
What is lost refers to, both parties are well aware.
Mr. Rong restrained the anger that was churning in his chest, and calmed down slowly. He dealt with others patiently, "You don't really like her very much, do you? From the very beginning, I could see that you were just ordinary to Lin Lang. There is a brother-sister relationship, a friendship with each other, but that's all."
"Not bad." Shao Qinghe admitted frankly, "It's true that I like it, but I don't have much points. However, my personal thoughts are more paranoid. I don't need to love her, but I will never allow her to look at other men."
"so-"
He turned his head to one side and moved closer to Lin Lang's neck.
Pierced into the blood-sucking fangs.