"Thank you, sir." Ye Wenwen said crisply, with a respectful look on his face.
Sir, he is the village chief of Yanziwu and the most respected old man. He is highly respected and has many followers, including the former fan of Mr. Fang Yan.
There was some blame and some scolding from Mr. Ye Wenwen for his surprise break-in, which was not a matter of course in anyone's eyes. Not only can I not be bored by this, but I also feel a "deeply honored" feeling.
At least, that's what Ye Wenrou thought in his heart.
Ye Wenrou knew that Fang Yan had a grudge against his husband. Before the truth came to light, the two parties were in a state of being enemies.
If Fang Yan conflicts with her husband, she will choose to side with Fang Yan without hesitation.
If Fang Yan goes in, so does she.
If Fang Yan fights, she will fight.
But no, the person standing in front of her, Mr. No, the teacher of everyone in Yanziwu, has developed such a habit for a long time. Whether what the teacher says is wrong, whether what the teacher wants to do is correct, it is good for the teacher to care whether he is wrong, and whether the teacher is scolding him is also good for him. All Yanziwu people are proud to be taught or reprimanded by their teachers.
After decades of business operation, or rather, Mr. has not done anything deliberately.
Just like whether a seed will eventually germinate or a tadpole will eventually turn into a frog, Mr. Yanziwu has become the oldest and most solid monument——
Ye Wenwen doesn't like Mr. because his apprentice Hongxiu killed Fang Yan's father----
Ye Wenwen had to respect her husband, just like all the people in Yanziwu respected her husband. That's a habit.
"Having me in the Ye family is both a blessing and a tragedy." The husband sighed and said, "I have such a talent, but I was born as a baby girl. Are you afraid that the Ye family won't let me go out easily? "
Ye Wenrou didn't expect that her husband would discuss that topic with her. A light red crept into the depths of her neck, and her ears were a little rosy, but her face remained calm and she said calmly: "Who can say for sure what will happen in the future?" Woolen cloth?"
"No, who can say for sure what will happen in the future?" The gentleman grinned. He smiled kindly and kindly, just like the old dung collector in the village who was relieved and admired when he saw the younger generation. "The boat will naturally go straight when it reaches the bridge, and I don't need to think too much. I failed to break through the barrier but did not leave any sequelae. This means that God is not kind to me ----- let's have a good rest. Save strength and go again. Pry into the way of heaven.”
"No, sir." Ye Wenrou thanked him again.
The gentleman's gaze finally shifted to Fang Yan's face. It was not abrupt or unusual, just so natural.
The smile on his face when he faced Ye Wenwen was not gone, so when he saw Fang Yan, there was still a residual smile on his face.
Bu Nao, that smile did not disappear immediately, but instead spread gradually.
Mr.'s skin is dark, like the bark of trees that can be seen everywhere by Shihezi or the dried sheep shit.
Because my skin tone is too dark, the wrinkles on my face don’t look deep.
His eyes were cloudy, and criss-crossing red blood vessels could be seen in his eyes.
It makes people feel friendly, but also difficult to get close to.
"Come back?" Mr. looked at Fang Yan and said.
The common words that Fang Yan used to greet him when he came back from outside countless times before.
At that time, he probably wore a gray robe and wandered around the village, and more often than not he carried a dung basket and picked up dung by the village like he did tomorrow - the Yanziwu people raised countless pigs, cattle and sheep, and most of them were in Stocking state. But no, I rarely see animal feces, urine and other excrement objects in or outside the village. Is it because there is a Sunset Red 'shoveling brigade' headed by Mr. Yanziwu that has been doing cleaning work in obscurity.
Hearing his question, Fang Yan felt unwilling in every possible way.
He had decided to come back to see his husband this time. When he was in Huacheng, he had already begun to conceive and plan all kinds of bloody events when he returned and confronted his husband. What kind of face will your husband put on, and how should you respond politely? What would your husband say in the first sentence? I would like to give a perfect answer and at the same time make the outside world think that I am a young man who has been persecuted -----
For this reason, Li Xiaotian, Ye Fengsheng and the others showed off their power and returned from Yanjing one by one to gather at Yanziwu. Even though they were threatened, forced or even beaten by their elders, Dong still refused to give in. At the critical moment, Stand up, passionate and impassioned, and stand with Fang Yan.
They have been thinking about it for so long and have put in so much effort. Sir-----does he have that kind of attitude
I should be angry, I should be angry, I should scream, can I - hit someone with a shovel and rake
Or I can use the majesty and domineering spirit of Yidong's ruler, and then use the scheming and legs I have cultivated for decades to ask myself some sharp but profound questions-----
How could I do nothing? Just such an understatement of "I'm back" broke the deadlock between the two
"Back." Fang Yan replied in a muffled voice.
Because the husband did not play cards according to common sense, he could not play the cards he prepared.
The teacher nodded and said: "I heard them say that I was back a few days ago. I thought that my son should go to him on both sides - he didn't go to school during those days. He made big leaf tea every day. Several times, it turned out that my boy Yongxuan was not seen."
What does that mean
"It's a good idea to get an advantage." Fang Yan thought angrily.
Fang Yan looked at Fang Yan and said, "Sir, do you want him to go?"
"Do you want me to go?" "The gentleman said. "The later I leave, the worse his character is in my mind----"
The gentleman looked around and said: "Winter is coming soon. In the confinement period before the heavy snow closes the mountains, the animals in the mountains are more active - picking up a lot of dung in the afternoon, and my throat is so thirsty." Smoked."
The husband looked at Ye Wenwen and said, "Wen Wenwen should go back first. If you go back late, our family should worry whether we will be deceived by that kid into doing bad things."
As if he knew that Ye Wenrou would definitely agree, after saying those words, his eyes shifted to Fang Yan again and said, "I'll go with him. Let's have a few private words-"
Ye Wenrou looked at Fang Yan, and Fang Yan nodded at her.
Ye Wenrou still looked at Fang Yan, who smiled bitterly and said, "Go back."
Ye Wenrou nodded and said, "He will go back first."
Ye Wenrou turned around and left, heading towards the village of Yanziwu.
The husband also picked up the dung basket and walked towards Yanziwu, and Fang Yan followed closely.
When we arrived at the husband's hut, he poured the dung in the dung basket into the cesspit. The village is so backward that even biogas is not used. So after the feces fermented on their own, they were picked up manually and thrown into wheat or rape fields to spread.
He threw the dung basket in the corner outside the courtyard gate, went to the courtyard to get a bucket of water to wash his legs and face, then pushed open the wooden door and went straight to the large enamel jar on the table and filled it with a large amount of air. Only then did he think of Fang Yan again. Like that person, he said: "Do you want some tea?"
Fang Yan refused and said, "Qu Jin is taking tonics. I'm afraid that the medicine's properties will be reversed and it will be inconvenient to drink tea." "
The gentleman didn't force it, and said, "Everyone says that I make good tea. Even the man from Daoling who has enjoyed a good life in the city highly praises my tea skills. He has never had the opportunity to taste it."
Fang Yan shouldn't.
If the knot in his heart is not resolved, I'm afraid he will never make a good pot of tea for his husband in his lifetime.
The gentleman was standing outside the door with a teapot in his lap, and Fang Yan was standing outside the door in a red robe. There was only a threshold between them.
The light in the hut was dim, and the gentleman's face was hidden in the gloomy atmosphere.
The sun was shining brightly outside, and Fang Yan, dressed in a red shirt, was handsome and handsome, dazzling people's eyes just like the golden sunshine in the sky.
"I came too late." The gentleman looked at Fang Yan and said.
Fang Yan nodded and said, "Maybe it's too early - I feel like I'm not ready and want to spend more time with those close to me. After all, he doesn't have any relatives around him - -"
"I have always been a good boy who values affection and justice." Mr. Praising said. "The things I'm talking about are things that everyone should care about. In this world, there is nothing that we should pay more attention to."
A trace of ridicule appeared on the corner of Fang Yan's mouth, and he said: "If I said that before, he would be proud for a long time - even his husband praised him so much, which proves that he must be such an outstanding person."
"What now?"
"Now I think it's a huge irony." Fang Yan said. "I wish he'd come earlier?"
"He wished I'd come earlier."
"I said that the later he comes, the worse my character is in his mind -----" Fang Yan's eyes became sharp, he stared coldly at the gentleman standing in front of him, and said, "I'm wrong for myself Is your character so confident?"
The gentleman picked up the teapot, took a sip of tea, and said, "I feel angry in my heart."
"Isn't that murderous?" Fang Yan said. "Three years ago, there was no hostility. After those three years of digestion, they have long since turned into murderous aura."
"I don't want to kill him," the gentleman said.
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"If I wanted to kill someone, I would have tried every means to kill him." The gentleman looked at Fang Yan and said, "Conspiracy, ambush, poisoning, or any other method--that's all against me." What Fang Yan can do."
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