A strand of hair was plugged behind the ear, "That's it."
"It's getting late, so she's going to stay for the night, right? I don't know if she'd like to stay with me, or should I go and clean up first?"
Li Gen said, "She sleeps in my room."
Wu Cuiling asked, "What about you, eldest brother?"
Li Gen said, "I sleep with the winter."
"Also."
Wu Cuiling said, "Brother, I think your mouth is broken, so don't put peppers in the fish."
Li Gen said, "It's nothing."
Wu Cuiling stopped talking and went to the kitchen to prepare dinner.
Long straight hair held his chin, "Li Gen, your sister-in-law fu graduated from xx university, how could she marry your brother?"
She realized that her words were inappropriate, and sneered, "I don't mean anything else, I mean..."
Li Gen interrupted her, "The older generation is a relative."
Long straight hair said no wonder, and said, "Your sister-in-law fu is very virtuous."
My mother-in-law is paralyzed. She has to wait in front of the bed, clean up the house, cook and wash clothes and work in the fields. It is impossible for her to do it.
Suddenly, she glanced at a tablet, and her long straight hair was startled. The tank by her hand fell down and fell to the ground with a bang.
There was movement from the back room, and Wang Yuemei woke up.
"You are sitting in the main room, and I'll go have a word with my mother."
Said, Li Gen pushed the door and went in.
Wang Yuemei heard the voice of a woman in the main room. It wasn't Wu Cuiling's soft words. She knew which one was from her eldest son, and she said she wanted to go out and have a look.
The last time when the bracelets and gold jewelry were enough for the eldest son to marry and build a house.
Li Gen said, "It's just classmates, people have objects."
He talked about the matter in a few words.
Wang Yuemei was disappointed and had no intention of going out. She lay back and said, "Mom is happy."
Li Gen shook a fan for his mother, "I'll kill my wife, so don't hurt others."
Wang Yuemei's face turned cold, "That's someone chewing their tongues."
"Your first one died by yourself, and the second one was received by God. It has nothing to do with you."
Li Gen said solemnly, "If I don't marry them, maybe there will be nothing wrong."
Wang Yuemei took the fan from the eldest son's hand, "Do you think you are the Lord of Hell? Can you still manage people's lives?"
"There is a child in the underworld. When and how to die, it is written on it. When the time comes, the king of hell will send the kid over to collect it."
Li Gen laughed, "Mom, you're talking nonsense."
"What nonsense, that's the real thing, each has its own destiny."
Wang Yuemei looked at her eldest son lovingly. This is the biggest highlight of her life. Everyone has to say that your eldest son, Wang Yuemei, can read, is good-looking, capable, filial and promising.
"Don't be brooding about the past, those two are short-lived."
"You should marry and marry, don't worry about gossip. Mom is a comer, and others can't keep their mouths shut, so let them talk, they're happy, and they don't say it."
Li Gen has no enthusiasm, "Let's see, it's not good to meet people who are lucky."
After the meal, Li Gen sat in the main room for a while, and when Wu Cuiling and the others rested, they went out with a cigarette and asked the young man to sleep in a nest.
Chapter 7 Country Love
When Li Gen passed, Huang Dan hadn't slept yet. He was enjoying the shade in the courtyard. He had already figured out the pattern. After ten o'clock, he went to sleep in the house, which was much cooler.
Before ten o'clock, I couldn't sleep even if I wanted to, and my back was hot with sparks.
Born and raised, he is used to rough bamboo mats and palm fans, which squeak when shaken, but Huang Dan is not good. He is resistant to frost and heat.
If it is winter, the yellow list will be very easy.
There is mainly no farm work, and it is a relatively leisure season for farmers.
Huang Dan sat on the small bamboo chair and watched the stars in the sky. He not only enjoyed the shade tonight, but also waited for others.
There was a sudden knock on the door outside the hospital, and he asked, "Who?"
A voice answered, "Me."
Huang Dan's eyebrows are raised, and people are coming.
He got up and opened the door, stuck his head out, the smell of Qixi brand tobacco wafted in his nostrils, and the man was blowing smoke at the door, "Brother, it's so late, what are you doing here?"
"I'll be with you at night... cāo, how come there is chicken shit in front of your house?"
Li Gen kept rubbing his shoes on the threshold, and the chicken feces lying on the soles of the shoes were desperately clinging to, but they were still rubbed into slag.
Huang Dan said, "I feed the chickens at the door."
Li Gen, "… "
Huang Dan asked, "Brother, what did you just say?"
Li Gen said, "I will sleep with you at night."
Huang Dan said, "Oh."
He rubbed his nose and asked, "Brother, have you taken a shower?"
Li Gen crossed the threshold and squinted, "Why, you can't without a bath.