After riding for hundreds of kilometers and coming back, holding a beautiful person in my arms, I felt so wonderful.
Sister Hua looked at him with her little face raised, her red and phoenix eyes so expressive.
When I hear the words "I love you.", a different color flashes in my eyes.
Yi Chuanzong felt a little ashamed for a moment. He originally wanted to forget this woman.
It was only when things got real that he realized that he couldn't let go of this woman.
Now, under these twinkling eyes, Yi Chuanzong felt that his lies were invisible.
She seemed to have discovered his disguise, read all his emotions, and understood what was in his heart.
With his soul naked in front of the other party, Yi Chuanzong felt a little ashamed of himself, and he had an urge to escape.
But he had already escaped once, and this time he didn't want to do any escaping.
That's too dangerous...
He is very strong but can withstand any danger, but the woman in front of him is very fragile. Even a weakling in a village can bring endless panic.
Yi Chuanzong did not dare to let this woman bear all this independently.
Just when he wanted to speak, Sister Hua spoke leisurely.
"Are you still carrying the things I gave you?"
"Bring it! Of course!"
Yi Chuanzong responded quickly, and at the same time stretched out his hand to pull on his neck. A red rope pulled an oval jade pendant of four to five centimeters out of his collar. The jade pendant, which was as white as mutton fat, was also engraved with the pattern of Pixiu.
Sister Hua didn't look at the jade pendant, but looked at the expression on his face. She looked at him quietly with a pair of expressive red and phoenix eyes.
Yi Chuanzong felt a little guilty for a while. He did wear the jade pendant, but he kept it at home most of the time.
From the first time he entered the courtyard, when he got his room, this jade pendant was hidden in the room. It was only this time that he took it out from the room when he came back.
Sister Hua slowly pushed his arm away, then turned and walked inside, "The meal is ready. Come and eat quickly."
They rarely spoke when communicating before, and Sister Hua could tell what he was thinking just by looking at his expression for a while.
Now Yi Chuanzong's expression is more complicated and difficult to judge.
But the most basic ones are truth and lies. Willingness and unwillingness. Feel guilty for doing something wrong and feel confident. It can still be judged intuitively. After all, fools also have emotions, but they are more confused.
The two have lived together for five years, and Yi Chuanzong's facial makeup has long been imprinted in Sister Hua's heart.
Yi Chuanzong could only walk towards the room nonchalantly. He could deceive others without blinking an eye, but he seemed a little uncomfortable facing this woman...
As soon as he entered the door, Yi Chuanzong sat on the square table in front of him. (This table means serving at the table, not literally sitting on the table.)
This is a low table that is 40 to 50 centimeters high. The sides of the table are about 80 centimeters long. The table is gray-white in color. There are three obvious cracks on the surface of the table, and there is a small horse on the south and east sides.
At this time, there was a small pot with a dark outer layer on the table, and a bamboo basket next to it. The basket was also covered with a layer of beige cloth, and the rest was a large white porcelain bowl.
When Yi Chuanzong was sitting on the south side of the table, Sister Hua held a large white porcelain bowl in one hand, opened the lid of the pot with the other hand and started scooping out the paste with the spoon inside.
Yi Chuanzong looked at the west wall absentmindedly. He originally wanted to relive the previous feeling, but when he got there, he found that the hole in the wall was gone!
There were no pillars under his feet anymore, which made him feel a little regretful.
Of course Sister Hua noticed his movements and said calmly: "I blocked that hole!"
It doesn't matter whether they look at each other or not. The two of them are usually naked facing each other. Why don't they look at each other? Isn't it normal for a couple to look at each other? In the past, they always took a bath together. After recovering from the illness, Yi Chuanzong wanted to be outside.
When she found out that Yi Chuanzong was peeking, she felt funny and a little happy at the same time. Even after he recovered from his illness, Yi Chuanzong was still so obsessed with her.
Yi Chuanzong was suddenly startled, why did he tell him this?
"What hole?"
After asking a symbolic question, Yi Chuanzong quickly picked up the paste and started drinking. He habitually covered up his embarrassment.
The bowl felt hot to the touch, but the paste inside was just right for drinking. He had been playing with Li Liang for a little too long.
Sister Hua looked at Yi Chuanzong and bit her lip lightly. She found that her man was a bit clever since he got better.
She doesn't want to deceive her man, nor does she want him to think she is a loose woman.
Now that Yi Chuanzong is well, the two need to start communicating again. This requires paying more attention to the thoughts of both parties. He is no longer the little fool who simply relies on instinct and habit.
It's simply going smoothly now. As long as we move forward steadily, we can return to the familiar feeling and tacit understanding before.
So Sister Hua explained: "When you were cutting a hole in the wall that day, I happened to look at the quilt you had dried on the branch of a tree. You didn't clean it when you went to my room. I saw dust in the corner and also looked at it.
To the hole in the wall."
Yi Chuan Zongdun was stunned for a moment, he was seen!
Fortunately, he thought he was unnoticed. Who knows how nervous he was when he was cutting holes in someone's wall to borrow light?
How much courage does it take to break down the wall in a widow’s house in this era?
Although he was a little idle at the time, his courage and determination cannot be denied!
"you saw it?"
Yi Chuanzong didn't know what he felt in his heart, so he could only pick up the wowotou in the bamboo cage and gnaw on it. Since he knew that he was smashing the wall, why didn't he stop him?
"You are my man."
Sister Hua bit her lip lightly, and her man smashed the wall of her house. Although she felt strange in her heart, she didn't need to stop him.
Besides, she also wanted to communicate more with Yi Chuanzong at that time, at least to see what he wanted to do?
Yi Chuanzong's movements stagnated, and he finally understood. Xu Damao had said it before when he was in the courtyard.
He had a sweetheart in the village, and even outsiders thought so. Maybe the two were really close before, but he forgot about the past after he recovered his memory, and underestimated the degree of closeness between the two.
The two of them have grown up smoothly even having sex. It's not normal for them to smash the wall and look at each other...
Yi Chuanzong didn't want to discuss this topic anymore, now he was also Sister Hua's man.
Now that he has recovered his memory, although he is the same person before and after, he feels like they are two people without memory.
He has made himself green, and if he tells this kind of thing, he will be scolded as sick!
He also felt a lot relieved. Sure enough, Sister Hua's former man was him.
No matter whether there is memory before or after, the gun is still the gun, the child will be his seed.
But Yi Chuanzong still had some doubts in his heart, so he changed the subject and said calmly: "When I went back today, I found that the bedding was all washed. When I left, I washed it twice and it was not clean."
If you really treat him as a man, you have to take care of him at least, right?
When he woke up that day, he was almost breathless from the smoke. The quilt could stand upright if he pulled it. He didn't know where to roll around during the day to be so dirty, and it must have been unwashed for at least four or five months.
This effect.
When he hammered in the pool by the river for an hour, the water he washed out was still black. He couldn't even imagine what kind of life he had lived before.
Just thinking about sleeping under that kind of quilt and what kind of food is placed on the table makes the food taste bad in my mouth and makes my heart feel chilly.
Not only do you wash the bedding all the time, but if you soak it for half a day and rub it twice, you can sleep on it for another month. A fool doesn't have to worry about how clean other places are.
This kind of job is just a casual job, much simpler than Qin Huairu cleaning up the house for Sha Zhu in the original work.
Sister Hua heard something in his words, and she looked hesitant.
The look on his face seemed to be that he didn't know what to say, and he didn't know whether he should say it to him.
Yi Chuanzong still lowered his head and gnawed on the glutinous rice balls.
When you take a bite, the taste is still the same as before, with a slightly rough corn flavor, and after chewing it, it still has a slightly salty taste. It is mixed with unknown green plants, which Yi Chuanzong can't taste yet.
After eating two more mouthfuls, my throat felt a little dry, and my throat was a little tight when I swallowed it.
"Why don't you put down the wowotou first?"
Yi Chuanzong was slightly startled, looked down at the remaining half of the steamed bun, and then stuffed it directly into his mouth.
Seeing his dissatisfied behavior, Sister Hua didn't know what he was thinking. After hesitating, she gritted her teeth and said, "Actually, I am also at fault for this matter."
Yi Chuanzong raised his head and looked at those red and phoenix eyes. For a moment, the taste in his mouth no longer tasted good. Did this woman admit her mistake?
Do you really dislike him? Even though he is a fool, when he knows that others did not want to see him before, he is still a little panicked.
"It's not what you think!"
Sister Hua explained repeatedly, "I taught you before, if someone feeds you something, you should pick it up and feed it to him. A few days before you woke up, Xiao Erhei was naughty and made you eat cow dung, and then you
Feed him!"
Yi Chuanzong looked startled. Are you fed?
Is he so domineering in the village?
Sure enough, even if he is stupid, he has not weakened his muscular aura!
It's just that... the steamed bun in his mouth seems to have changed a little bit.
"You asked me to say it." Sister Hua said weakly. She had eaten well, but if she had to ask this question, she could only explain it from the beginning.
Yi Chuanzong looked a little dazed. Of course he didn't remember this.
But the first child he met after waking up was Xiao Erhei. That kid was very attentive at that time.
Xiao Erhei is a little boy with an oval face and about one meter tall. Because his skin is a bit dark and he is the second oldest boy in the family, people in the village call him Xiao Erhei.
"Uncle Chuanzong, these are the croquettes my father asked me to bring you. Uncle Bo's family has a lot of people but not enough food. My father was afraid that you wouldn't have enough to eat, so he asked me to bring you two!"
The simple baby face is full of pure smile, and the little black face shows a mouth of white teeth.
Yi Chuanzong felt warm in his heart at that time, and instantly felt the warmth and kindness of the villagers in the 1960s.
When he came back from the city, he was still thinking about this boy. As a result, the boy wanted to feed him cow dung?
Know people, know faces, but don’t know hearts!
How bad, this brat!
Why didn't I punch him and send him to get scriptures before?
At the same time, he also had a bad premonition in his heart, "Why did that boy come to give me something later? Didn't I bully him?"
Sister Hua bit her lip, looked at the glutinous rice balls and steamed buns on the table, and asked in a low voice: "If I told you, would you still be able to eat it?"
Yi Chuanzong glanced expressionlessly at the two steamed buns on the cage cloth, and then glanced at the paste in the big bowl.
"If you don't tell me, I feel like I won't be able to eat anymore!"
"Then let me imitate Xiao Erhei for you."
Sister Hua straightened up beautifully, clasped her two little hands tightly in front of her chest, raised her head and shouted: "I'm full! You have the ability to eat!"
"Xiao Erhei was shouting and crying at the same time. That's pretty much it."
Yi Chuanzong's face was silent for a while. This imitation was very vivid. He already had a picture in his mind, "Then have I eaten it?"
"Of course you didn't eat it. I told you that bad things smell bad! Those little brats in the village just need to be dealt with!"
Sister Hua said with an evil look on her face, looking like she was protecting her husband. She was not as fragile as before, and had a bit of the aura of the child king of Yi Chuanzong.
Yi Chuanzong breathed a sigh of relief, as long as he hadn't eaten it.
Isn't it just cow dung? In his previous life, his village also raised a lot of big oxen. At that time, he was passing by with a spicy stick bought for 10 cents, and he couldn't wait to stuff it into his mouth.
Stinky tofu, durian, and snail noodles all have the same flavor, so I didn’t delay eating them.
Just as I was about to get the wowotou, Sister Hua spoke again.
"You didn't eat it after smelling it, but you found it wasn't good, so you followed him home and pulled his dad over! Xiao Erhei said his dad is the boss!"
Yi Chuanzong became a little less angry and said in a low voice: "Isn't that the deputy director of the village? I didn't do anything to him, right?"
The expression on Sister Hua's face seemed to be smiling, but she also seemed to be crying. She lowered her head and said tangledly: "You drag him out of the house and push him into the cow dung. You can't stop him!"
Yi Chuanzong was stunned. Was he so fierce?
He seems to have weakened the aura of this body?
No wonder he stayed in the village for half a month before being allowed into the city. He had obviously been tested many times.
At that time, the leaders in the village seemed to have complicated eyes. At first, he thought they were reluctant to let him go, but now he found that he seemed to think less?
"Xiaoerhei made his father covered in cow dung. He didn't know how he got beaten when he came home. Anyway, he cried for half the night. Later, Xiaoerhei dragged your bedding into the cow dung and wiped the ink on it.
When we got inside, we stirred it with water."
"When you came home and smelled the stench, you screamed in anger and started destroying all the way from our house. At that time, the whole village came over. Seeing you looking crazy, everyone present was scared. Xiaoerhei's house
People were so frightened that they didn’t dare to go out for several days. They only came out after hearing that you were well.”
The corner of Yi Chuanzong's mouth couldn't help but twitch. Will he go crazy? No wonder the houses near his home are very dilapidated, without even a door, and it seems that two walls have fallen down?
After clenching his fist a little, he felt that if he could kill a cow with one punch, he would definitely be able to kill it with a few more punches.
If he went crazy, he would even be afraid of himself. He didn't dare to think about himself going crazy. It was too abstract.
But now he finally understood why Xiao Erhei was so attentive. It turned out that he had offended him!
If I were a fool, this matter would definitely be over.
Sister Hua can know the cause of the matter, and people in the village also know the murderer, but he doesn't know!
Now that he is well, if he knows who the culprit is, and they don't come to apologize, he might just come to kill him.
"How many days have I slept in a cesspit?"
When he thought of this, Yi Chuanzong felt a nagging feeling in his heart. Why didn't he want to recover his memory?
He was just afraid that if something embarrassing happened and he remembered it, his little heart would not be able to cope with it.
Sister Hua rolled her eyes at him, then lowered her head and looked at the ground and whispered: "How could I let you sleep in the cesspool? You slept here with me in those days."
The expression on Yi Chuanzong's face turned petrified instantly, and he stared at Sister Hua dumbfounded.
Was the relationship between the two so close before? No wonder he always had the urge to come in. It turned out that he lived here before.
And after I came that night, I slept very soundly and felt like home.
His feeling is still very accurate, that is... after he woke up, he came over to cut the wall and cut a lonely place?
He could have come to the house to watch, but he just liked to climb the wall... After so much effort, the clown turned out to be himself.
Sister Hua stood up straight and said with a small mouth, "Since you lived here, you never let me wash your bedding. You said you let the person who made your bedding wash it. But Deputy Director Meng and his family
I didn't dare to go out, so your bedding was kept at home and stained for several days. I washed it four times before cleaning it for you, but the ink couldn't be washed off."
Yi Chuanzong looked at Sister Hua seriously, then turned to look at the exquisite little bed with a bed curtain. Sister Hua had a strange fragrance on her body. The smell in the room was very light, but the smell on her body was very strong.
It seems very addictive.
Then he thought back to his old home with shabby walls, shaky beds, and a smell of stinky feet.
His heart suddenly became enlightened. In fact, he was not stupid!
This is the right choice!
If he chose, he didn't want to go back to sleep. At most, Xiao Erhei's family would give him a quilt.