Zong Yuan returned home at around 6:30 in the afternoon. Zong Xiaomo was sweeping the garbage outside the house. Her long hair was hanging down from behind her ears, and she exuded a bookish air, "Brother, you're back."
Zong Yuan hummed, put down the shoulder pole and looked around, "Mom?"
Zong Xiaomo replied, "I heard that a big boss came today and brought a lot of things to the neighbors in the village. My mother went to join in the fun and see if I can take advantage of it."
Zong Yuan took a basin of water to wash his face, he casually took off his soaked vest and threw it in the washtub, a lot of wheat awns stuck to his firm wheat-colored muscles, Zong Xiaomo picked it up for him, "Brother, you have good muscles Hard."
Zong Yuan, "Exercising more can help you."
Zong Xiaomo curled his lips, "Our mother is really not what I said, people will follow her to see her, and she will follow her to see, and the meal can be ready when there is this time."
Zong Yuan dipped a towel in water, and wiped his body hastily, "I'll go to light the fire, you go back to the house and rest."
"I'm not tired," Zong Xiaomo said, "Brother, Mom said you're not going back to the army, really."
Zong Yuan paused before continuing, "Really."
Originally a member of the army, he worked hard, diligently, loved and loyal to the army, because his comrades sacrificed in order to protect him in a mission, leaving a psychological shadow, and chose to quit the army after careful consideration.
Zong Xiaomo nodded, "It's a pity."
In less than ten minutes, Chen Hongmei happily stepped into the house, holding a glass bottle in her hand, "Girl, look what Mom brought back for you."
Zong Xiaomo took it over and took a look, "Mom, this is men's perfume, I can't use it, give it to brother."
Chen Hongmei was surprised, "Perfume is divided into men's and women's"
She sniffed her hand, the smell of perfume left on her hand, she really couldn't tell the difference, men still use perfume
"Son, then mom will let you go to the room. By the way, we will send some of our own peaches and pears after dinner. Cucumbers and potatoes will be given to the big boss. We can't take advantage of them if they don't want money. Even if there is no meat in the house." Fishy, a bit shabby."
Zong Yuan, "OK."
Chen Hongmei asked the two of them to stay in the house, cooking the pot neatly, and Zong Xiaomo on the cutting board had already cut up the tofu with shallots and chili peppers.
Zong Yuan stood at the window watching her, lit a cigarette, the smell was strong, Zong Xiaomo was caught off guard and choked a few mouthfuls, and when he looked up, he saw his brother smiling.
"Brother, what are you laughing at?"
Zong Yuan thought of Fu Xin, and he still remembered the scene when he was choked on, but later on, that guy fell in love with the smell of cigarettes in his mouth, as long as he smoked, he must stick up and kiss him.
Zong Yuan restrained his smile, "It's okay."
He found two baskets, washed the fruits and vegetables he had grown at home, sorted them, and handed one to Zong Xiaomo, "Let's give the things to others while Mom is cooking, and just come back for dinner."
He knew the brand of the perfume, so it definitely wouldn't offset it, but it's a common fault of rich people that they can give this stuff to the villagers in such a cool way, so they wouldn't care about it.
Zong Xiaomo, "OK."
There is no need to ask for directions, there are no strangers in the entire Licun Village, and when a new foreigner moves in, everyone will know it within half a day.
Along the way, there were many young girls with two braids running past them at high speed, so they only said "Brother Zong Yuan" in embarrassment.
Zong Xiaomo chuckled, "Brother, Erya has passed us three times just now, you didn't notice that?"
Zong Yuan was silent for a while, "Who is Erya?"
Zong Xiaomo, ""
Well, forgive his brother, there are several girls around, with the same hairstyle and similar clothes, it's normal not to notice.
After Jiang Shengyan dealt with the curious group of monkey-like people, the smiling expression on his face suddenly disappeared. He was so tired. He spread out on the chair, and he could feel his stomach growling just after taking a rest.
Aunt Lin, who cleaned up the house, came only once every two or three days. The refrigerator and air conditioner hadn't been installed for him yet, so he had nowhere to eat.
Jiang Shengyan regretted coming to the countryside, "I won't starve to death."
He rummaged through the suitcase, but he didn't find anything edible. Finally, he annoyed himself and kicked the suitcase aside, feeling sulky all by himself.
It was at this time that Zong Yuan and the others came.
Zong Yuan knocked on the door knocker, "Is anyone there?"
Jiang Shengyan heard it, but he didn't want to pay attention, and vaguely wondered if he had heard this voice before
Zong Yuan buckled three times without haste, "Is anyone there?"
The more he heard, the more familiar Jiang Shengyan walked over in three steps and two steps, opened the door, stood on the steps and looked down at Zong Yuan, "Yo, it's you, why are you standing at my door blocking my sun. "
Zong Xiaomo looked at the sky where the sun was gone and the moon came out immediately, the corner of his mouth twitched.
Zong Yuan's expression remained unchanged, "I'll send you something, thank you for giving us the stuff."
Although he didn't even know what Zongyuan's mother looked like, let alone what to give his mother, Jiang Shengyan looked at the two vegetable baskets deliberately, and moved his hand, "What are these things?" "
Zong Xiaomo gritted his teeth, what kind of rich boss is this, that's all he has.
Zong Yuan grabbed Jiang Shengyan's wrist, "Don't touch it if you don't like it, have you washed your hands
His strength was really great, Jiang Shengyan pulled it hard twice but he couldn't pull it out.
"Let me go"
Zong Yuan let go of his wrist, a circle of red marks had been left on his fair skin, Jiang Shengyan was furious, "What the fuck?"
Before he could finish speaking, there was a gurgling sound.
The two people present all looked at Jiang Shengyan's stomach.
Zong Xiaomo suppressed a smile, Jiang Shengyan's face was livid, Zong Yuan glanced at him up and down, his lips were half bent, obviously entertained by President Jiang, "I'm so hungry."
Jiang Shengyan, "Who made this place not even have a restaurant?"
Zong Yuan walked back with his sister in his arms, his voice drawn out, "Since people don't care about these things, let's go."
The only thing he could eat was firmly held in his arms.
Jiang Shengyan's teeth were itchy, and he couldn't keep his face down. He just watched Zong Yuan walk a dozen steps slowly, and every time the country bumpkin took a step, he felt hungrier.
Zong Yuan walked ten or so steps, but still stopped and turned around, "I wonder if this big boss is interested in coming home with us for dinner?"
Jiang Shengyan's face cleared after the rain, showing a smug smile, and quickly followed, "I reluctantly accepted your invitation. Also, I am not called the big boss, but my name is Jiang Shengyan."
"Oh." Zong Yuan responded with nothing special, and had no intention of introducing himself to President Jiang.
Seeing that Boss Jiang's complexion started to look bad again, Zong Xiaomo tried to smooth things over, "My name is Zong Xiaomo, this is my brother, and his name is Zong Yuan."
President Jiang ignored Zong Xiaomo and kept staring at Zong Yuan, "What about your manners?"
It's all what Zong Yuan said this morning.
Zong Yuan didn't know why he thought it was a bit funny, Jiang Shengyan didn't look like the CEO of a big entrepreneur, but rather a mentally retarded one.
With a bright smile in his voice, "Jiang Shengyan, hello, my name is Zong Yuan."
Zong Yuan's voice is a standard subwoofer, so simple and normal speaking is fine, but any addition of a little emotion will make the listener get goosebumps all over his body.
Jiang Shengyan shook off goosebumps, and frowned dissatisfiedly, "Can you speak well?"
Zong Yuan is afraid that he is not sick.
Zong Xiaomo, why didn't my brother speak properly
When Chen Hongmei took out the golden-yellow, crispy and fragrant steamed buns, she saw the big boss following behind her son and daughter.
She hastily put down the plate and hurriedly greeted her, "Yo, what's the matter?"
Zong Xiaomo explained, "Mom, Mr. Jiang just moved here and he can't cook and eat. Brother invited him to our house for dinner."
It is the most normal thing to be called Mr. outside, but in this mountain village, it makes Jiang Shengyan feel extremely weird.
"Just call me by name," he said.
Both Chen Hongmei and Zong Xiaomo looked uncomfortable, Jiang Shengyan regretted coming over for dinner, Zong Yuan motioned him to sit down, "Mom, don't be dazed, we have guests to cook a few more dishes, little sister , Take out the wine in my room."
"okay."
"Row."
Chen Hongmei acted very quickly, and soon served a few pots of home-cooked dishes, a little embarrassed, "Boss, you eat, and the small dishes are not meaty. If I knew you were here, I should have killed a chicken. I am really embarrassed."
These are home-grown vegetables without any chemical processing. In addition, Chen Hongmei's craftsmanship is excellent, and the aroma is tangy. You don't need to eat them to know that they must be delicious.
Jiang Shengyan swallowed, "It's fine, it's fine."
He looked up and looked around, tugged at the corner of Zongyuan's clothes, and said with a slight order in his tone, "Sit next to me."
Except for Zong Yuan, who is a man, the rest are women, and the table is not very big. Although he also hates this man named Zong Yuan, at least it is not awkward to sit with the same gender.
The familiar way of pulling the corner of the clothes was exactly the same, Zong Yuan was stunned, and when he realized it, he was already sitting next to Jiang Shengyan.
Jiang Shengyan glanced at Zong Yuan unexpectedly, "Hey, you're quite easy to talk to"
"Get out," Zong Yuan subconsciously waved away Jiang Shengyan's hand that was holding the hem of his clothes with a cold face, and then reacted, he wiped his face and apologized to the downcast President Jiang, "I'm sorry, I'm in a bad mood. "
Jiang Shengyan's breathing was a bit heavy, "You're just in a bad mood"
Zong Yuan knocked on the side of the bowl, and became irritable, "I've already said I'm sorry, what else do you want?"
Fuck
Jiang Shengyan almost exploded, paraphrasing a classic saying, "If sorry is useful, why do you need the police?"
I'm sorry, Zong Yuan couldn't hold back and was amused by him.
He laughed loudly, his sharp eyebrows revealing traces of joy, inexplicably calming down Jiang Shengyan's mood, he said with a straight face, "What are you laughing at?"
Zong Yuan poured him a glass of beer, "Boss Jiang, you are quite cute."
Nima, cute ass
I give you the middle finger, thank you for taking it away.