Chapter 313 "Elder brother helps with drying..."
In the kitchen.
We were half chatting, but it was still a warm and cozy atmosphere.
The result was a sudden silence.
Xie Lingjiang seemed to have touched a hot iron, her body trembled and she retracted her hands.
Like a little white rabbit, frightened by the big-tailed wolf, she dared not move at all. She stupidly supported the table with both hands, leaning forward slightly, and lay on the stove.
Xie Lingjiang turned his back to Ouyang Rong.
Ouyang Rong, who was close to him, felt the soft and delicate body of the beauty in his arms gradually becoming hot, and couldn't help but glance at her pink neck and profile.
This small monk's robe is indeed too thin and tight.
This was the first thought that came to his mind at this moment.
The stunning little girl who was kneading the dough was lying on the stove with her head lowered, like a docile snow-white lamb, who was bullied but still docile and obedient.
It's hard to help but want to bully her even more.
Ouyang Rong couldn't help but glance at the ear beads that were as red as blood jade and were very close at hand.
The junior sister didn't know what she was thinking, so she kept her head buried in silence and didn't break the deadlock between the two of them.
However, from the small and unpleasant "hmm" sounds that the beauty in his arms made from time to time leaked from the seams of his mouth along with his careless slight movements, we could roughly guess that she was also paying full attention to his face behind her.
movement.
The two people who just confessed their love and held hands tonight fell into a brief silence.
Until Ouyang Rong's voice broke the silence:
"Well, look at my memory. I brought a skirt knife, but I thought I didn't, hahaha."
The little girl in monk's clothes in front of the stove relaxed slightly.
"Hmm~" A nasal voice sounded like a snort.
Immediately, she felt that there was nothing behind her, and the slender body behind her that looked like a huge furnace separated from her hips and back.
In addition to the disappearance of the burning iron-like heat, Xie Lingjiang couldn't help but feel a sense of loss in his heart.
It's like the fullness that filled you was suddenly taken away, leaving only the cold air to take advantage of the void and penetrate into your clothes. It was cool and empty, constantly reminding you of the fullness and possessions you had at the previous moment.
"The dough is almost done. I'm going to the kitchen to wash my hands." He ran away without looking back, his back slightly bent.
"Go back..."
Xie Lingjiang couldn't help but look back. Before she could finish the words she couldn't help but say, she saw that there was no one in the kitchen, and it was as empty as her heart at this moment.
Ouyang Rong had already walked out of the door and went outside.
Xie Lingjiang was worried about gains and losses, and murmured the words he had just finished saying in a mixture of joy and annoyance: "...Come back, Mu Mu."
She looked down at the dough, then at the back of her hands that were red from being kneaded by him, and suddenly lost interest in kneading any more.
At this moment, Xie Lingjiang vaguely heard that he seemed to have gone to the dormitory.
After a while, Ouyang Rong "washed his hands" and returned, striding into the kitchen.
"I'm done." He said calmly.
Xie Lingjiang relaxed a little and turned around to look at the senior brother who had returned with a skirt knife on his waist.
She pursed her red lips.
Just now, Ouyang Rong left quickly and went out. When Xie Lingjiang turned around, he didn't see clearly whether he was leaving with a skirt knife on his shoulder.
In other words... is that skirt knife that is as hot as a soldering iron the same one now?
But he washed the flour on his hands quite cleanly and quite quickly.
Xie Lingjiang glanced at it and quietly looked back.
"After kneading it, add the noodles." Ouyang Rong said calmly.
"good."
There was work to do, so the two of them immediately put aside their distracting thoughts and got busy in the shabby kitchen in the temple.
About half an hour later.
A large bowl of hot longevity noodles was served by Ouyang Rong on the wooden table in the dormitory.
Place it in front of Xie Lingjiang.
"Okay, I listen to you, I didn't add coriander."
"Coriander?" Xie Lingjiang tilted his head.
Ouyang Rong changed his name to something she could understand: "Huixian."
"Thank you, senior brother."
Xie Lingjiang happily took out a pair of chopsticks, rubbed them in his hands, and prepared to eat.
Immediately, a big hand covered the noodle bowl.
Xie Lingjiang was stunned and looked up. Ouyang Rong narrowed his eyes and smiled.
"You still call me Senior Brother?"
"Then...what should it be called?" She wrinkled her little nose.
Ouyang Rong nodded: "Can't think of anything? Then call him Mr. Ouyang."
“What a beautiful thought!”
Xie Lingjiang straightened up immediately and rolled his eyes cutely at him.
Ouyang Rong smiled and said nothing, retracting his palm.
Xie Lingjiang, whose stomach was already growling secretly, ignored the topic and immediately started eating, lowering his head to eat noodles.
Ouyang Rong, who is an expert at eating spicy food, put a little dogwood in it, and the spiciness blended into the lard.
Xie Lingjiang has been following Ouyang Rong for so long, and he has gradually started to like spicy food. Although he can't eat too much, this bowl of longevity noodles is just right spicy, and it can satisfy his stomach in one step.
It's true that someone took advantage of it.
Under the candlelight, the little girl in monk's robes holding the bowl at the table finished half the bowl of noodles. The red rouge on her pink lips was washed away by the rain, and became red, delicate and swollen.
"Hiss~"
Oil stains and scallions stuck to the corners of her red lips, and she forgot to wipe them off. It was so spicy that she gasped, but she couldn't put down the bowl.
Xie Lingjiang became more and more enthusiastic as she ate.
It seems that I have been hungry for a long time tonight.
Ouyang Rong, who was sitting across the table, rested his chin on his hand, looked at her with a smile, and remained silent.
Xie Lingjiang, who was looking down at his face, felt a little embarrassed, so he raised his head and glanced at him:
"Why don't you eat?"
Ouyang Rong shook his head: "I'm not hungry."
"real?"
"Fidelity."
Xie Lingjiang looked at him, then suddenly reached out and grabbed the back of his hand on the table. She seemed to feel the warmth, then she exhaled and let go of her hand.
"Okay, if you're hungry, tell me right away. Don't hide it from me." Xie Ling Jiang said with a straight face, "Even if the wind and cold enter the body, don't carry it secretly."
Ouyang Rong looked helpless: "My body is not that weak."
Xie Ling Jiang Liu raised his eyebrows slightly and said in a ferocious tone: "It's impossible to tell. There is a precedent for someone. It almost scared people to death at the time."
"Okay, okay."
Ouyang Rong looked at the nagging little junior sister with green onion oil stains stuck to the corners of her mouth, and smiled and agreed.
He raised his chin and signaled:
"Eat quickly, it's getting cold, and the noodles won't stop your mouth."
"Hmm."
Xie Lingjiang squinted her eyes in protest, picked up the noodle bowl again, which was bigger than her pretty face, and continued to noodle.
Ouyang Rong seemed to be enjoying this quiet moment, with a peaceful expression on his face. From time to time he turned to look at the rain that was getting lighter outside the door, and from time to time he looked back at the little junior sister who was being fed.
After a while, after eating most of the bowl of noodles, Xie Lingjiang felt that his stomach and abdomen were slowly warming up, and his delicate body under the thin monk's clothes was also warming up.
She subconsciously raised her hand to unbutton a collar button, revealing her thin collarbone, like a delicate work of art.
Ouyang Rong took a look and walked to the stove. When he returned, he brought back a fox white fur shawl and draped it on her shoulders with his own hands.
"Don't untie it. You will naturally feel warm after eating a full meal, but you will catch a cold later. If the collar is tight, wear this first."
Xie Lingjiang first lowered his head and was quiet for a while, then gave him an angry look and exhaled: "You know how tight it is, who put the big one through it?"
"Ah, what do you mean?" Ouyang Rong showed a harmless expression: "What's the big one and the small one?"
Xie Lingjiang was immediately furious. He snorted coldly and continued to eat noodles, ignoring the bad guy.
Ouyang Rong blinked his eyes, sat back in his seat, rested his chin on his hand, and stared at her quietly.
One person eats noodles, and the other person is lost in thought.
The orange candlelight on the table stretched their silhouettes very long.
The drizzle outside the door fell on the threshold, dripping, like some kind of lullaby, making the people in the house feel at ease.
The aroma of noodles slowly filled the room.
"Tan, Tanlang..."
Xie Ling Jiang suddenly put down the bowl and called him without raising his head.
The sound of "lang" is very long, soft and itchy.
Ouyang Rong thought for a moment and changed his title to: "Seventeenth Mother."
"No, Seventeenth Mother. Just like the elders, I'm still a little rusty. You...you call me by my nickname."
"婠婠?"
Xie Lingjiang lowered his eyes: "Well, in the past, only my mother and father could call me by my nickname. I might have been called by others."
Ouyang Rong was troubled: "Why do I feel that using the repeated sound is too numb?"
"Tanlang, you... okay, okay, then stop shouting. Mr. Ouyang, call me my concubine and thank you, little lady. Remember to be polite."
Xie Lingjiang grabbed the chopsticks again, squinted his eyes and struggled with the remaining noodles in the bowl, breaking them one by one.
Ouyang Rong smiled: "Okay, Huanhua."
Xie Lingjiang reminded: "A gentleman should be careful about his independence, and Master Ouyang should be careful about his words."
Ouyang Rong nodded: "I understand, Huanhua."
Xie Lingjiang picked up the bowl with both hands, lay down on his back and took a sip of noodle soup, stood up, took the bowl and went out, his expression unclear:
"Ignore you and go wash the dishes."
Ouyang Rong blinked and immediately stood up to follow.
Xie Lingjiang walked out of the door. When the night wind blew, she tightened her warm fox white fur shawl and felt someone following behind her.
Xie Ling tried his best to bend the corners of his red lips downwards, walked along the corridor, walked into the kitchen, and washed the dishes neatly.
Ouyang Rong also slipped into the kitchen and saw her standing in front of the sink on the stove, washing dishes virtuously.
Ouyang Rong lowered his head to check, tied the skirt knife on his waist, and stepped forward.
He approached Xie's lady's delicate body directly from behind, stretched out his hands, grabbed the catkins, and washed dishes and chopsticks with her.
Sure enough, Ouyang Rong found that the beauty in his arms showed no signs of struggle, but her head was lowered.
After just changing into her monk's clothes, she was soaked in the rain. She cut a long piece of fabric from the hem of her skirt to use as a hair ribbon, tied up her black hair and tied it into a high ponytail.
.
The soft black hair, like the willows of the West Lake, brushed the right side of Ouyang Rong's face and chin, making him feel a little itchy.
Ouyang Rong sniffed the scent of his hair, tilted his head to avoid it, and suddenly saw the green onion oil stains on the corner of Xie Lingjiang's mouth from the corner of his eye.
He put his hand into his arms, paused, and silently retracted his hand that was about to take out the handkerchief.
Why not wipe her with something else?
Someone nodded.
Xie Lingjiang didn't know Tan Lang's little thoughts behind him.
With the experience from the last time, the two of them had a good understanding of each other as they stood close to each other in front of the stove.
She moved her hips slightly and adjusted her body position slightly to cooperate with Ouyang Rong's approach.
Xie Lingjiang stopped asking him if he was carrying a skirt knife, or if he was carrying an extra skirt knife.
But at a certain moment, for some unknown reason, her face turned redder, her breathing was heavy, her neck was bent like a swan, and her lowering her head to wash the dishes was awkward.
The two of them stayed close to each other in silence, enjoying a leisurely time washing dishes.
Until Xie Ling Jiang Qieqie said:
"Tanlang, I once did something stupid."
Ouyang Rong closed his eyes: "Huh? What's the matter?"
Xie Lingjiang whispered unspeakably:
"At Donglin Temple, Aunt Zhen had an intention to get engaged and took the initiative to discuss it with my father. That night, my father asked me about my wishes..."
"so what."
Xie Lingjiang mustered up the courage to say: "So... it is not my father's wish to refuse the marriage. On the contrary, he is very encouraging. The reason is that it is me..."
She suddenly turned around and hugged his waist tightly with both arms: "Tan Lang, I am so stupid, really, why am I so stupid..."
Ouyang Rong shook his head and interrupted: "It's normal to be unfamiliar with each other when we meet for the first time. I never believe in love at first sight. The long-term way is to be slow and warm."
Xie Lingjiang looked up at his calm face and murmured:
"But I've been thinking about it recently, and even dreaming about it from time to time. It would be great if I didn't have so many pretentious thoughts and took my father's advice. Maybe we are all..."
"What?"
She longed: "We are all spending Yuan Zheng together over there in Wuyi Lane..."
Ouyang Rong pondered for a while and shook his head: "I think it's pretty good now."
Xie Lingjiang asked cautiously: "Aren't you angry when you are rejected?"
He dipped his finger into the water and tapped the tip of her raised nose:
"I'm not angry, but I'm a little happy, because this is my little junior sister, a proud and serious person who won't hit the wall and never look back...
"But it seems to have changed a bit now."
Ouyang Rong sounded a little confused: "Did you receive some stimulation?"
"It's not exciting..." She turned her eyes away slightly.
Ouyang Rong shook his head and said seriously:
"It's just that now, we may need to wait a little longer. Huanhuan, the situation in Xunyang City is a bit strange. It's okay for now, but many people are waiting. If we make a wrong step, we will be doomed. Can you wait for us to leave Xunyang?
Go to Luoyang..."
"Okay, I know everything, you don't have to worry about explaining."
Xie Lingjiang pressed his mouth with two onion fingers and quickly expressed his feelings:
"I understand. I will be very good. I won't let you talk about the engagement or anything like that and delay your business."
Ouyang Rong was silent for a while, then suddenly pointed at her red lips:
"I didn't wipe my mouth."
Xie Lingjiang blushed and raised the back of her hand to wipe the corners of her mouth. Ouyang Rong pressed her hand down. The two of them stared at each other for a while. He suddenly leaned forward. Xie Lingjiang's beautiful eyes widened and her face was briefly flustered.
, he tried his best to close his eyes, his eyelashes trembling.
"Where is Miss?"
"This way, please."
At this moment, the shouts of Wan Qing and other Xie family maids were heard outside, as well as the monk's directions.
Ouyang Rong and Xie Lingjiang had to separate.
"Miss, are you okay? Madam is looking for you everywhere, worried that you will get caught in the rain..."
Xie Lingjiang wiped his wet hands on the monk's clothes, walked aside, and lowered his head to straighten his clothes.
Ouyang Rong took a long breath, turned his head and looked at the sky where the rain had stopped, and sighed helplessly.
Xie Lingjiang turned his face and prayed pitifully: "Don't be sad, okay? I am sad if you are sad, and my heart is like a knife."
Ouyang Rong nodded immediately and controlled his emotions: "Okay, see you tomorrow."
Xie Lingjiang glanced outside the door. Before the maid entered the hospital, she suddenly threw herself into Ouyang Rong's arms and hugged him tightly regardless of her own safety.
Ouyang Rong was a little stunned by her collision, but he reacted and immediately hugged her back tightly with his arms.
In the dim kitchen, the two faced each other, hugging each other tightly.
Even if we can see each other tomorrow, the separation hug between lovers is so gluey that it is extremely difficult to separate them.
Xie Lingjiang ignored him and wanted to rub her whole body into his chest.
It's a pity that compared to other girls in the world, her and Tanlang's two hot beating hearts will always be a few inches farther apart.
With his arms full of beauties, Ouyang Rong instantly felt an unprecedented sense of full happiness.
In the past, it could only be viewed from a distance but not played with, but now it is my son’s cafeteria...
She suddenly stood on tiptoe, leaned into his ear, and whispered:
"Hey, Tanlang, I'm leaving first, but...but there are still two soaked clothes in the room. Can you...please help me dry them?"
After saying that, without waiting for a reply, Xie Lingjiang wiped the corner of his lips hard on the fabric on Ouyang Rong's shoulder, blushed, and ran away like flying.
Ouyang Rong was stunned, and touched the oil stain on his shoulder with his fingers. He looked at the beautiful figure of the little girl in monk robes leaving in her drying dress and fox white fur shawl. He couldn't help but frown in confusion.
By the way, didn't she take away the dress and undergarments? What clothes were left unworn and left for him to dry? Socks? Wait...
In an instant, the face of a certain gentleman changed slightly.
It's a little hard for him to stand up to such a junior sister.