The Taming of the Ruffian Hero

Chapter 82: 82 (Recognizing Yun Che at a glance) Yuanxi enters Yunzhong Village again

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Zhu Ziping was not at home, probably because she had not returned from teaching as a support teacher, but her parents recognized Yun Che at a glance.

At that time, he was worried about Yun Che, but now he was like grabbing a life-saving straw, asking for help, killing chickens and sheep to entertain him. Yun Che was too embarrassed to refuse, but in the end he felt so speechless that he had nowhere to put his hands and feet, and his face was pale with a slight flush. His words were unreasonable, and her parents had to intervene.

Zhu Ziping should be back, and they should meet each other. The two of them had a tacit understanding and just sat in silence.

The countryside here is so peaceful and pure. The dark blue sky is densely dotted with stars. When there is a gentle breeze, the chest is filled with lazy warmth. When everything in the world falls asleep in their own suitable postures, people are like this The breath became desireless. Lin Wenxi enjoyed this feeling very much. Under the starlight, his eyes became very soft in the water waves of the pond. He spoke softly. Occasionally Zhao Yuan teased him and smiled softly, as if everything had nothing to do with him and everything was in harmony with him. It is closely related to myself and perfectly matches my heart. Zhao Yuan saw Lin Wenxi's contented and casual smile from time to time, so he stopped making trouble and became quiet. The two of them were speechless for a while.

After peeling the beans, the night was slightly cool. Lin Wenxi went to the inner room to grab a dustpan of garlic. Zhao Yuan raised his eyebrows and looked at it, smiled knowingly, and separated the garlic leaves and rhizomes with Lin Wenxi. Lin Wenxi thought this was very good, just like a bowl of light garlic. If the sugar water is too much, it will be sticky in the mouth, and if it is too little, it will be bland and boring. This is the only one that is just right.

"Thank you." Lin Wenxi said.

"If it weren't for you, they would never be able to meet each other in this life." Zhao Yuan said.

"Two people are destined to meet each other no matter what. It's not me, but someone else. I am the messenger who carries the fate, and you are the oath of alliance in the hands of the messenger." Lin Wenxi said.

Zhao Yuan's eyes widened and he didn't understand. He pointed at the garlic and said, "If Zheng Kai were here, he would tell us more about the family and genus of garlic."

Lin Wenxi had a sullen face, paused, and swallowed the words that were about to explode. As if she didn't hear Zhao Yuan's words, she asked: "Why did your mother and father divorce? With such a capable son like you... it should be..."

Zhao Yuan smiled and said, "Children, don't worry about adults' matters."

Lin Wenxi could tell that he was making a pun, so she pushed him, held her hands and looked at the pond in trance, and gradually leaned towards Zhao Yuan, and fell asleep after a while. When he woke up, he found that there was a basin of water at his feet and a half-used box of soap. The garlic work had been done. Because the smell of garlic is really strong and cannot be easily removed.

Sometimes Zhao Yuan's thoughts are very delicate, and every little thing is touching, and sometimes he is careless, as if everything has nothing to do with him. Lin Wenxi suddenly asked: "Zhao Yuan, it was really because of Wanxin that you took the initiative to contact me."

Zhao Yuan knew what Lin Wenxi meant. He lazily leaned on the recliner and swayed slowly, feeling that the stars in the sky were dancing with him.

"You took the initiative to provoke me, right? If I hadn't helped you, Zheng Kai might have used you as the opening ceremony flag on the first day," Zhao Yuan said.

Lin Wenxi turned away, feeling a little embarrassed. This matter had become a little secret in his heart. I remember I did something that should have offended my childhood friend, and I thought he would be angry. Unexpectedly, he said: "My dad said that children who like to wear red have a very fiery personality and don't care about small things. ." When Lin Wenxi saw Zhao Yuan's fiery red jersey hanging on the bedside, he inexplicably entered into these words. The belief in this statement has no logic in itself. Lin Wenxi has never been a logical person, so Zhao Yuan's lack of care afterward made him even more convinced of this.

"Then shouldn't you teach me a lesson?" Lin Wenxi asked again, then lowered his head and said, "Instead... to me."

Zhao Yuan didn't know how to answer, so he stopped rocking the recliner. He thought that he always did things in a measured way, advancing and retreating appropriately, but he made a lot of mistakes on Lin Wenxi, such as squatting down to help Lin Wenxi tie his shoelaces, or sleeping with Lin Wenxi in his arms. , helping Lin Wenxi fry fish, and then leaving their unique things as marks along the way, rushing to fight the urban management, and almost naturally following Lin Wenxi to this remote place, but for what Lin Wenxi had never promised Promise of.

"Do we still need to talk about these things now?" Zhao Yuan asked.

Lin Wenxi suddenly felt that Zhao Yuan, who was usually not accustomed to the love between his children, occasionally uttered shocking words. Although simple, it really contained all the love and love, all without words.

It was late at night, and Zhu Ziping's parents brought a flashlight to look for them to rest. They were so grateful to Lin Wenxi that they could not express themselves. The country people were simple and honest, and they only praised Lin Wenxi for being a good scholar, sensible, and kind, which made Lin Wenxi feel embarrassed and Zhao Yuan was embarrassed. But he insisted on telling some little things about Lin Wenxi with added embarrassment, as if Lin Wenxi had done good deeds without leaving his name or writing a diary.

Zhao Yuan sat next to Lin Wenxi, who was almost watery and was about to overflow everywhere. He was already on pins and needles. At this moment, as if he was being amnesty, he hurriedly packed up and closed the door.

It was cool late at night, and the mattress was slightly damp. The moonlight shone through the window and fell on the carved wooden table under the window. The wind slightly blew the oil paper covering the window. Zhao Yuan opened one arm, stretched his body, and said with a smile: " Such beautiful scenery at such a good time, should we lend a shoulder to the poet to express himself?"

Seeing that Lin Wenxi was motionless, he saw that the moonlight was falling like water, and Lin Wenxi's peaceful smile was like the lilacs he saw by chance on the roadside during the day, looking forward to and enjoying it.

Zhe Yuan crossed his arms behind his head and silently watched Lin Wenxi's silhouette outlined by the moonlight. It took him a long time to fall asleep.

Tomorrow, Zhu Ziping asked Yun Che to come over and invite Lin Wenxi and Zhao Yuan to have a drink together.

Lin Wenxi heard the most tortuous love story he had ever heard that day, about Yun Che and Zhu Ziping.