Zhao'er took the cloth towel, went back to the edge of the kang, and unwrapped the towel on his head to wipe his hair.
Her hair was dark and dense, reaching her waist. She tucked her long hair to the side of her neck and sat on the edge of the kang with her head slightly slanted, letting her long hair hang down and brushing it with a comb.
The girl was wearing a lilac-colored floral jacket and purple wide-leg pants. She had to straighten her waist and slant her neck to avoid letting the water on her wet hair wet her clothes. These were all subconscious actions, and in Xue Tingxiang's eyes, it made his heart rate inexplicably faster, and there was a sense of tension in his blood.
Without him, it was because of this posture that the girl's figure was vividly displayed. With high breasts and hips, and a slender waist, Xue Tingxiang had never seen such a scene before, a very unfamiliar feeling of dryness rose up in his body.
But at the same time, he was not unfamiliar. A picture appeared in his mind.
In the dream, he didn't like her at that time, but he thought it was a matter of course to marry her.
It was a deep-rooted thought that she should be his wife.
It's just that this potential deepest emotion was concealed by his awkwardness and ignorance, especially when he went to the school to study and let his classmates know that he had a child bride in the countryside, which attracted a lot of ridicule.
But in fact, he liked her deep in his heart, so she was tormented by him that night in the bridal chamber.
Originally, he was ignorant, and she was the first to break the melon, and he hurt her as well. But he still thought about it in pain, and she cried so hard that her tears were running down her nose. That was the first time she showed weakness in front of her, and since then he has liked this way of bullying her.
At that time, he was studying in a dormitory in a school, and he could only come back every ten days. Every time he came back, she was afraid to hide. But he had to rely on him and let him do whatever he wanted. He obviously liked it, but he pretended not to like it.
Now that I think about it, he was really a jerk back then.
Thinking of all this mess, he suddenly said, "I'll wipe it for you."
Zhao'er glanced sideways at him in surprise, and subconsciously refused: "No, I'll do it myself." After these days of correction, she has gradually learned not to call herself sister.
Before she could finish her words, Xue Tingxiang had already snatched the cloth towel, and then pulled her to turn her back. Zhao'er could only froze there and let him wipe it.
Seriously, Xue Tingxiang still needs half his head, so he can only sit up on his knees and wipe her hair. The two were so close that Zhao'er didn't notice it, but Xue Tingxiang felt that his blood was surging.
Zhao'er's hair was dark, dense, and smooth, like a fine piece of satin. He was clumsy, and Fang began to tug at her several times, until he heard her involuntarily inhale, and he slowed down his movements.
Feeling that it was a little difficult for him, Zhao'er felt a little distressed. He kept stretching his arms: "What if I lie here?"
Saying that, she went to try it, and it was more convenient for him to lie on the kang, and neither of them were tired. What she didn't know was that her posture looked even more sultry from behind, especially for a young man with a strong vigor.
Xue Tingxiang immediately regretted doing this. It felt like a torture. He needed to work hard to stabilize himself so as not to look at it indiscriminately.
"If not, would you still sit up?" he asked.
But got no answer from her.
When I went to see it, I found out that she had fallen asleep.
The girl seemed tired and slept soundly. She was lying on the quilt folded in long strips, her thick long hair was scattered behind her, reaching down to her waist. Because the quilt was covering her face, her face was squeezed a little out of shape, but her pink lips were curled up.
Zhao'er, who had just taken a bath, still had water vapor on her face, her plump and delicate cheeks looked young and tender at first glance, and her pink lips had a watery sheen that attracted people to pick them up.
Something was clamoring in his heart, and people unconsciously leaned on it. The cheeks of the two were getting closer and closer, so close that he could see and smell the sweetness.
Suddenly, she moved, and he hurriedly backed away, pretending to be nonchalant, mumbling how he fell asleep, but in fact he was nervously watching her reaction.
Fortunately, she moved a bit, and there was no sign of waking up, so he was relieved.
But the urge in his heart disappeared, he looked at her several times, reached out and covered her with a thin bedding, and continued to wipe her wet hair with a cloth towel.
Yuqing Village was originally a village established by a group of disaster victims who fled during the war in the previous dynasty.
At first, it was not called Yuqing Village, but Zhengjiazhuang. The villagers were all surnamed Zheng, but there were not many people, only about ten families. After many years passed, one year there was a famine, and the government arranged a group of people who had escaped from the disaster to settle here. These people are the ancestors of the Xue family.
There are not many people with the surname Zheng, and there are also many people with the surname Xue. At first, people with the surname Zheng took the lead. After a long time, the two surnames began to fight in court.
The Dachang Dynasty implemented the Li Lao system, where one hundred households were one li, and the Jiachang was set up, which is commonly known as Lizheng. They also set up a number of people, commonly known as village elders.
Within the jurisdiction of Yuqing Village, everything in the village, such as arranging civil lawsuits, arbitrating right and wrong, guiding folk customs, persuading farmers and mulling, issuing superiors, etc., and even urging taxes, military and corvee service, are carried out by the local people. Li Zheng and the village elders co-chaired the completion.
Li Lao's rights can be said to be quite large, and those who can be Li Lao are all highly respected people in the local area.
In fact, this kind of system is equivalent to the people of one place managing the people of one place.
There is a saying nowadays that the so-called imperial power does not belong to the county, but the clan belongs to the county.
Over the years, the two surnames Xue and Zheng seem to be harmonious on the surface, and they have been fighting each other for the right to speak in the village. Although it was because of the fact that there was a scholar in the Xue family, the Xue family changed its previous decline, and there were several village elders in the family, but the position of Lizheng has always been in the hands of the Zheng family.
Now Yuqing Village has one lizheng and four township elders. Three of these four township elders are all surnamed Xue, that is to say, two to three. However, because Zheng Lizheng is here, he is still not dominant.
Patriarch Xue was confident that if there was another scholar in the clan, he would definitely overwhelm the Zheng family, so when he heard the rumors that had spread in the village for the past two days, he immediately exploded.
While Mr. Xue was still in the field, he was called to the house of the patriarch Xue.
Looking at Patriarch Xue's face as black as the bottom of a pot, Father Xue and the second monk were puzzled: "Brother Haizi, what's the matter?" In terms of seniority, Patriarch Xue was considered Father Xue's cousin.
"Why are you still asking me? Don't you know what's going on outside?"
Mr. Xue really didn't know.
Seeing this, Patriarch Xue said the whole thing with a dark face.
It turned out that I don't know when it started, and things about the Xue family have spread outside.
The source was that someone saw Xue Gouzi, the only son of the second room of the Xue family, crying in front of the grave of the second son of Xue.
The specific content of the cry cannot be tested, and it may be enough for a half-year-old boy to express his grievances in this way, which is enough to prove that the child must be wronged at home. Later, someone familiar with the inside story revealed, and everyone knew that the boss of the Xue family planned to send his son to study in the town, but only left his nephew behind.
Few people in the village did not know how the second child of the Xue family died back then. When Xue Qingsong was dying, there were many people in the village, so he naturally took Xue Qingshan's hand and made him promise to treat his son well.
At that time, when I came back from the Xue family, many people talked about it in private, saying that the second child of the Xue family was really miserable, leaving a sick wife and young son.
Now that such rumors have spread, the scene before Xue Lao Er's death has been recounted in various ways. Some elderly people shook their heads and sighed, saying that people were unpredictable, and that their wives and children could not be entrusted to anyone. Take care of yourself. You treat people as your own elder brother and risk your life, but people don't treat your son as your own son.
Even with Xue Tingxiang's situation in the Xue family in the past few years, some mother-in-laws have spoken out.
For example, although the dog in the second room seldom shows up in front of people, every time he sees it, he is wearing old clothes, while the handsome man in the big room has never seen him wearing old clothes. Even some things in the private school were told to adults by ignorant children. Xue Juncai had no shortage of writing, ink, paper and inkstone, and he had the most books in the school. As for Xue Gouzi, he was seen writing on the desk several times with water.
Eccentric, everyone is biased, and no one can say anything about his own son, but Boss Xue also carried his own brother's life on his back. This kind of bias is a bit cold.
"You are a lot of age, and the younger generation in your family can't teach you well? You are right to be biased towards the elders, but how can you bring this matter to people's face, what do you think about this matter now!"
Mr. Xue is very old, and his face is flushed with shame, but he also knows that this is not a small matter. If he is not careful, his family's reputation can be ruined.
It doesn't matter if your reputation is over, the boss's reputation can't be over. If the name of the only son of the deceased disciple is harsh, the boss will be ruined for a lifetime. Don't talk about what kind of talents are tested, maybe even private schools can't go on.
"Brother Haizi..." He looked at Patriarch Xue for help, but he didn't have any rules for a while.
"Now only if both children are sent, there will be nothing to choose from."
Mr. Xue's old face turned even redder, and he rubbed his rough hands: "Brother Haizi, you know that our family has been emptied all these years in order to provide for the eldest. It's not that I don't want to send two children, but I really can't. rise."
Hearing this, Patriarch Xue also frowned.
When Xue Qingshan went to Naqinghe Academy to study, he knew the inside story very well. That place is desperate for money, and the key point is that there should be no objection, because many people are willing to pay for it. The annual cost is at least 22 taels, but Xue Qingshan has been gone for five years.
Originally, Patriarch Xue had planned to stop talking now if he wasn't enough to get one or two together. That’s all for Xue Qingshan, Xue Juncai is still young, and he doesn’t know what the future will hold. The key is that his two grandchildren are also studying, and no one’s family is well-off.
"If you don't go, can you do it?" Old Master Xue murmured.
Patriarch Xue sneered: "That doesn't exactly answer what outsiders said. Your family's mean son. If you don't want the boss's reputation to be ruined, after you have implicated Juncai, you can either send two, or send one to the second room."
When Mr. Xue came out of Patriarch Xue's house, the whole person was dumbfounded.
He shook his hand and touched his waist a few times before taking off the cigarette bag. He didn't go any further, he squatted under a tree beside the road and lit the cigarettes. After the whole pot of cigarettes was finished smoking, he stood up.
He walked slowly in the direction of home, occasionally being greeted by someone along the way.
In normal times, Mr. Xue would only feel that his face was bright, not that person, who would like to say hello to you, but now he always has the illusion that others are smiling at him on the face, but in fact they are laughing at him.
He forced himself to walk back all the way, when another person walked over, still an acquaintance. The other party smiled and told him that Jin'er had come back from the ground so early, he couldn't bear it any longer, and he pulled the man to the side of the tree to talk.
"Old man Zhou, tell me honestly, why are the villagers talking about our family behind their backs?"
This week, the old man is also an old man with black and red skin, but he is a head shorter than the old man Xue, and his back is a little hunched. Hearing this, he subconsciously glanced at Mr. Xue, before sighing for a long time: "I thought you knew, but you don't."
"What do I know? How could I possibly know!" The first sentence almost came out of his teeth, but the second sentence was full of wry smiles.
Having lived most of his life, the old man Zhou naturally understood the old man's mood at this time. But he didn't know what to say, so he could only say in a sincere and sincere tone: "Don't be too upset, these people in the village are just idle and like to talk right and wrong. But don't blame me for talking too much, you I've done this thing..." He sucked between his teeth, like smacking his lips, but not: "It's really a bit inappropriate."
Not suitable
This is probably because the old man Zhou said this because of his relationship with him, and he didn't know how others scolded him behind his back. The patriarch Fang Cai only told him that it was unpleasant outside, but he didn't tell him how unpleasant it was.
Mr. Xue asked: "What is the discussion, tell me."
The old man Zhou sighed and said what he knew. Now that everything has been said, he doesn't feel that there is anything he can't say, "I didn't say you, you are a father, you don't care about this matter, don't forget how your second child died, Such an approach will inevitably stab people in the spine.”
Mr. Xue's face was pale, and he murmured, "It has nothing to do with the boss, it's me and my wife who discussed doing this."
Old man Zhou lifted his eyelids and glanced at the old man, and he didn't plan to say anything if he poked his heart again. Once he said this, the friendship between the two would be ruined in the future.
"Anyway, you have to think about this matter. Stop chatting with you. I have to go home. If you don't come to my place at night, I will accompany you to drink two cups?"
"No, there is something else at home."
After the old man Zhou left, the old man Xue stood for a while and went home.
As soon as he entered the house, Xue Qingshan, who was standing in the yard, asked, "Father, what did the cousin ask you to do?"
Mr. Xue glanced at his son and entered the main room without speaking.
Xue Qingshan was a little confused by the second monk, and wanted to ask the third one what was wrong. At this time, Mrs. Zhou in the kitchen called for dinner, and everyone in the room came out. Naturally, the words were not fulfilled.
During dinner, Mr. Xue's face was always bad.
Since Xue Tingxiang was able to get out of bed, he did not eat in his own room, but with everyone. The atmosphere at the dinner table was not very good, and even Mao Dan, who was used to making trouble at the dinner table, did not dare to make trouble today.
After the meal, Zhou Shi and Xue Tao'er collected the table and went to wash the dishes.
The others were about to leave, but were stopped by Mr. Xue.
"The boss, the boss and the daughter-in-law stay, I have something to tell you, the dog also stays, and everyone else goes back to the house."
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