Li Hongmei's impression of Zhang Fan is probably a playful child. Every time she comes to their house, she has to run to the ditches in the back mountain to catch crabs and loaches after lunch.

But now Zhang Fan is different from the past. After rejecting his cousin's invitation, he still reminded him, "Don't go to the river to take a bath, be careful."

Zhang Wenbin was two years older than Zhang Fan, so he nodded obediently.

He came to his senses after walking for a while with a fishing net bag. "What's wrong! Didn't he take the initiative to call me to go with him?"

Then he immediately shook his head. "No, it's not just this, but when did my cousin learn to speak in an adult tone?"

Looking at his brother's figure who was leaving alone, Zhang Zhenzhen raised her head and looked at Zhang Fan carefully, and suddenly said, "Why do I feel like you have become a different person? You used to like catching fish."

"That's the past." Zhang Fan reached out and flicked Zhang Zhenzhen's forehead.

Then he looked up at the sky at 45 degrees and said in a slightly vicissitudes of life: "Everyone is changing all the time, but most people have not changed much, and I am the kind of person who is earth-shaking."

Zhang Zhenzhen recalled the Zhang Fan who would bully her in her memory with her younger brother, and looked at Zhang Fan who was standing in front of her, and couldn't help but nod.

"I think, but your changes are pretty good, at least for me."

After Zhang Zhenzhen finished speaking, she immediately turned around and walked towards the kitchen, otherwise her mother would scold her for thinking about being lazy after waiting for a long time.

After Zhang Zhenzhen left, Zhang Fan withdrew his gaze and patted his chest, muttering in a low voice. "This is what is called guilty!"

Then he immediately shook his head hard. "It's all about me, I feel guilty."

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There are much fewer people in the second seat than the first seat, and they are basically people who come to help with the neighbors around.

Zhang Fan walked under the bamboo forest with a long bench, listening to the rustling sound of the wind blowing the bamboo leaves, thinking about how to talk to his uncle about Zhang Zhenzhen later.

There were a few middle-aged women sitting on the Eight Immortals table not far behind him, talking about gossip about the Ten Miles countryside.

I know who stole the Zhou family’s cow.

Damn Mrs. Chen secretly released the water from my field in the middle of the night.

When Li Hongmei sat on the table, everyone's topics automatically turned to her daughter Zhang Zhenzhen.

A woman gnawed on chicken legs and said sourly: "My sister Li, this time your daughter got into such a good school, and you will be blessed in the future."

Li Hongmei had no pride on her face and shook her head. "It's a daughter and not a son. She will marry her in the future. If you are so good at the exam, it's just to help others raise her, and you'll have to waste four more years of money."

Li Hongmei's voice was a little loud.

Zhang Fan heard it.

Zhang Youde, who was standing on the other side of the yard, also heard it. After seeing off the guest, he came over with a drunken look on his face and glared at his wife. "Why did you say this today? Didn't you agree that you had made the college living expenses on your own?"

"It sounds nice now, you will give it to me quietly then." Li Hongmei was not willing to be outdone.

Zhang Youde glanced at Li Hongmei, said nothing, and walked towards his own living room again. He also wanted to drink with the tables sitting in the living room.

As for the others around, most of them were watching the fun, and some people followed suit.

"That's right? The one who got a thousand-die in my family went out to work and ran away with someone else. She hasn't sent me a penny, and she has been in vain for so many years."

The person who said this was a woman wearing a headscarf.

But someone was not in the way of dealing with her. Before she finished her words, she said sarcastically: "Wang Madam, I think you were feeding it with a rolling pin!"

At this time, a man also said, "That's right? I remember one time I almost beaten to death. I passed by and couldn't stand it and sent her to Dr. Wang's house. I took off my clothes and didn't have any skin on my body. I was only in my teens at that time!"

The woman wearing a hijab stopped talking and began to scatter.

Li Hongmei turned her head and shouted to the kitchen. "You're not here to eat? You'll just wash the bowls later."

After a few seconds, Zhang Zhenzhen's voice came from the kitchen. "I've finished washing the dishes here again."

Li Hongmei stood up after hearing this. "You damn girl, who are you angry?"

Then he pulled the people around him down. "On today's day, your daughter is the Wenquxing, you can't do anything randomly."

Li Hongmei lost face and had to say something hatefully. "I'll deal with her later and think that she will become hard after taking the exam for a good university."

The others didn't say anything good to persuade them, but instead were secretly happy about this scene.

Everyone is a neighbor, but I am afraid that your family will suddenly turn over.

At this time, Zhang Fan was not in the mood to hear the cicadas singing, so he stood up, stretched his waist and walked towards the kitchen.

He was actually very powerless about his aunt's prejudice and could not run over and scold him.

"It's been a new century, why are you still full of feudal remnants of thoughts? Is there any reason?"

Although Zhang Fan really wanted to say this, his identity did not allow it.

When he arrived at the kitchen, Zhang Fan saw Zhang Zhenzhen sitting on a small stool, bent down and washed the plate in the large plastic basin in front of her, and the large iron pot on the stove behind him was still boiling water.

After Zhang Zhenzhen saw that Zhang Fan was coming in, she stopped washing dishes and whispered: "You have seen it all, you have heard it!"

Zhang Fan nodded, lifted a small stool from the side and sat down. "I thought you were going to cry."

Zhang Zhenzhen showed a self-deprecating smile on her face. "What's the matter with crying? I'm used to it."

Then he washed the plate in his hand and put it in place and said, "One day my mother took all the things I brought back for my brother. I ate a box of so many chocolates you bought for me, but I still ate them secretly at your house."

As I was talking, I really started to wipe my tears this time.

Zhang Fan let out a breath, trying to take out a tissue from his pocket, but found that it was gone, so he had to rub Zhang Zhenzhen's hair and comfort him, "I'll buy it again after I'll wait."

"It's not this question, I just can't think about it. Why are they so partial to their children?" It seems that Zhang Zhenzhen has been holding this in her mind for a long time, and she reiterated the old and rotten sesame seeds as soon as she said it.

Only then did Zhang Fan realize that Zhang Zhenzhen has a good memory.

Seeing that Zhang Zhenzhen was about to continue talking, Zhang Fan suddenly pinched her mouth and he heard the sound of footsteps.

Zhang Zhenzhen also heard it at this time and hurriedly blinked at Zhang Fan. After Zhang Fan let go of his hand, he got up and picked up his handkerchief to wipe his face clean.

Zhang Fan looked at the towel in her hand that had several holes broken, and his tone was a little helpless. "Can't you not leave this for you?"

Zhang Zhenzhen turned around, looked at Zhang Fan and nodded, and tears rolled in her eyes again.

Then he took the initiative to extend his head to Zhang Fan.

Eighteen-year-old Zhang Zhenzhen was like an eight-year-old girl in front of Zhang Fan, just wanting to ask for care.
Chapter completed!