The movie ended. He Ping looked at Mao Chunhua's autumn-like eyes and couldn't help but peck it lightly.

"Ah!" This time Mao Chunhua stopped pretending to be an ostrich, and ran away like a frightened rabbit.

Until He Ping got on the bike, Mao Chunhua didn't have the courage to look at him in front of him. That night the girl switched back and forth between the rabbit and the ostrich.

However, after this movie, the relationship between the two was clear. It can be seen from Mao Chunhua's hands holding He Ping's waist that He Ping was so tight that He Ping was breathing hard.

It's getting late. It's not like later generations. There are young couples all over the streets at 11 or 2 pm. Now at 7 pm, people can rarely be seen on the streets.

He Ping sent Mao Chunhua home. The journey home was particularly fast compared to when he came. When he arrived at the entrance of the alley in front of Mao Chunhua's house, He Ping stopped the car. After a while, Mao Chunhua reluctantly pulled his hands out of his waist.

"Okay, it's home."

"Yes." Although he took out his hand, the girl's face was still pressed against He Ping's back, feeling the warmth.

Seeing that the girl was still reluctant to come down, He Ping said, "I'll come to see you in two days, okay?"

"Uh-huh."

He Ping felt the head that was sticking to his back swaying back and forth, and did not speak anymore, quietly enjoying the girl's attachment and reluctance to him.

After a while, the pressure on his back disappeared. Mao Chunhua jumped out of the car, but he didn't dare to look at He Ping directly. He ran into the alley without even calling him.

He Ping smiled and shook his head. Just as he was about to turn around, he saw the girl poking her head out of the alley, "Can you sit in my house for a while?"

He Ping was a little happy when he saw the girl's playful appearance. However, when he thought that he had just kidnapped someone's daughter, he ran to the door to "show off" and Director Mao would feel unhappy no matter how big he was. This was very unfavorable to get along with his father-in-law in the future. He should not show off, so he shook his head.

"Forget it, let's talk about it next time, it's too late this time."

"Oh!" The girl shook her head with a little disappointment, "Then I'm going back, you go."

"Okay." In fact, He Ping wanted to give the girl a goodbye, but seeing her as if she was facing a great enemy, she probably couldn't succeed.

Seeing the girl retracted and never showed her face again, He Ping knew that she had really said goodbye this time.

He Ping rode his bicycle on his way back to Hantun. Just after fifteen, the moon in the sky was round and shining with cold moonlight. He always felt that the moon in winter was particularly bright, and it was bright all night, and it was even more so today. It was also good. In the winter night in the northeast, there was not much such breeze. Most of the time it was a strong north wind, like a bone scraper. Today's wind was a bit like a spring breeze, soft and warm.

When I got home, it was just eight o'clock. The house was bustling. The living room was full of people, chattering, forming a wonderful contrast with the coldness and silence on the road.

When a member saw He Ping coming back so late, he joked: "Yeah, what is He Ping doing?"

He Ping was so happy that he didn't say anything. The more he said at this time, the more fierce he was teased, and silence was golden.

Seeing that he was just happy and didn't speak, everyone joked and their enthusiasm for joking became much more intense, but the gossip of chatting naturally He Ping's late return tonight was also indispensable.

"You said this is the big winter, why did this guy do so late?"

"What else can I do? I'll go to the secret meeting."

When people are watching TV and eating melon seeds, the desire to gossip is always irresistible. This group of people gathered together to watch TV, eating melon seeds, and chatting about gossip. The most annoying thing is that when they talk about gossip, they are in front of He Ping, and they are not at all guilty!

He Ping was too lazy to listen to these men. The old women arranged him and ran to the east room to lie down.

"Did you know if you built a house last time?"

"I know, I didn't come."

"Hey, let me tell you that there are a group of girls from H County, Commune. There is a girl there, which is so nice to He Ping!"

"So that's the case?"

"No, I know, my dad is our commune...this..." The person who spoke was very concealed and gave a thumbs up.

The listener was even more surprised, "It's amazing, He Ping's matter is going to be done, isn't that going to climb to a high point?"

"What you said is that He Ping is not bad. He can write novels and run chicken farms. He earns several thousand yuan this year. Isn't it more than enough to be a leader's daughter?"

"You can't say that. After all, they eat and supply grain. After all, He Ping's household registration is still from our Hantun, so he is a little bit short of it."

This is the case in this era. Money is very important, but money cannot prove a person's social status, and can only make you live a more comfortable life than ordinary people.

"What's the matter? How many people who eat and supply food can publish novels in magazines? Can they earn royalties?"

"Look at what you said, what we are talking about now is about identity. Don't always argue, okay?"

"What does it mean to argue? I can't listen to you. Why? Those who eat and supply food are all capable people, and they are all good people? Are we all bad people in rural areas?"

"I don't like to pay attention to you, I'll be careless every day."

A gossip ends up in disagreement, which is the norm.

The Northeast farm work in this season is over. Before the spring is over, the men and women in the team are all idle. This winter, with He Ping’s TV, it brings some fun to everyone’s boring winter night life. Or they will do some exercise in one day.

The TV series was over at 9 o'clock. Everyone consciously cleaned He Ping's living room and stayed here all night, cracking melon seeds and picking peanuts. People came and went, and the living room was not very good. If they were not cleaned up, there would be no need for the owner He Ping to say that they would be embarrassed to come the next day.

He Ping heard the movement in the living room and got up from the kang.

The old captain did not participate when everyone was chatting just now, but all the information was received, so he pulled He Ping aside.

"Is it true?"

"What?"

"You and Director Mao's daughter?"

He Ping thought to himself, old man, you are so old, why are you still so gossiped? I won’t tell you.

"hey-hey!"

"What are you?"

"hey-hey!"

"It's weird, don't you tell me?"

"hey-hey!"

"I understand."

The old captain didn't continue asking, leaving He Ping alone.

Aiwa | Cauldro, what do you know? I didn't say anything. No, what do you mean? I guessed it? I shouldn't, am I so obvious?

He Ping felt a little uncomfortable.

The old man, Huo Huo, didn't know if he helped clean up for so long, and he still had a public morality. Next time he would post a sign at the door, "The old captain and Han Yugang will not be welcomed."
Chapter completed!