Seeing that the wooden stick was about to fall on Shen Ling again, Zhuang Keqing threw away the village chief's hand holding her sleeve and flew towards her.
She was not very strong, but her posture was fierce. Before the stick could fall, she had already hugged Shen Ling and threw him aside.
Uncle De swung his stick away. He staggered a bit and saw the young girl rolling aside in a panic, but he breathed a sigh of relief for no reason in his heart.
Shen Ling has not yet recovered from the severe pain in his back.
He had just relied on his own spirit and willpower to kneel down again, preparing to receive the stick, just because he couldn't let go of his ridiculous dignity. He closed his eyes and waited for the expected pain, but before the heavy blow hit, he Surrounded by a soft and gentle atmosphere.
There was a dry and fresh citrus scent on his nose, soothing his aching and agitated nerves. When he opened his eyes, he only saw the little head with slightly scattered hair lying on his chest, with a small yellow wild flower teetering on it.
Shen Ling's fingertips moved slightly. Although it was inappropriate, he still wanted to put this fragile flower back into her master's bun.
But Zhuang Keqing didn't know.
She had never thought that her movements could be so agile. The pounce just now used up all her strength, and now her feet are weak. No matter how thin Shen Ling is, he is still a 1.7-meter-seven boy. If she hadn't been injured and still kneeling, a little dwarf like her, who was only 1.5 meters tall, could have easily knocked her down.
At this time, she was still buried in the boy's chest, feeling the heartbeat coming from that thin chest in her ears.
"Bang dong, bang dong, bang dong" makes me feel strangely firm and gentle.
Not to mention Uncle De who breathed a sigh of relief, everyone else was stunned by Zhuang Keqing's behavior, so that there was a strange silence on the scene.
In the eyes of the village chief and elders, this girl's posture was really indecent.
She wrapped her whole body around the young man's body, with his legs against his legs and his chest against his chest. Because he was not tall, she could only bury her head in the other man's chest. Although she helped to avoid the threat of the wooden stick, no matter who fell on it, In his eyes, this gesture is completely ambiguous.
"uh-huh!"
The village chief put his fist to his mouth and hummed softly.
Zhuang Keqing was startled, and immediately released his hands that were still hugging each other, and raised his head from his chest.
Shen Ling only saw the girl's reddish cheeks, her forehead that was slightly moist with sweat, and her bright and sincere eyes.
Zhuang Keqing also saw it. She saw herself in the young man's dark eyes. She looked like an ordinary farm girl with disheveled hair and a slightly shy face.
Her heart suddenly started beating wildly. She turned around in panic, climbed up from the body opposite her, took a deep breath, and when she calmed down a little, she raised her head and looked at Mr. Zhou who was sitting upright.
Zhou's face was full of disgust. She just looked at the two people rolling together, as if she had seen something dirty, and covered her eyes with the handkerchief. She didn't put it down until the village chief made a sound.
"It's really strange. I, the Shen family, have learned the rules of the family to teach their children and grandchildren, but I don't know that there are people who are so ignorant." Mrs. Zhou's gaze focused on Zhuang Keqing, trying to find a trace of fear and regret in her eyes.
But she failed, and the girl was only filled with raging anger and a flash of determination in her eyes.
"Village chief, this is the girl you brought to serve tea. I really don't know that Erlizi Village can have such a lack of etiquette."
Zhou did not directly confront Zhuang Keqing, but directly pointed the finger at the village chief.
After hearing this, the village chief smiled slightly, took a cup of tea and took a sip, "The Shen family really comes from a scholarly family, and even the tea is fragrant and moist."
"The tea girl like me is no more than a country girl. What kind of etiquette can I know? It's just that I can't see blood. But since Madam said this, I will definitely take her back and teach her a lesson."
After saying that, the village chief put down the tea cup in his hand, waved to Zhuang Keqing, and called: "Girl, come here."
How could Zhuang Keqing not know that the village chief was helping her, letting her return to a safe place beside him, and protecting her. But in this situation, how could she be allowed to do this?
After bowing in the direction of the village chief, Zhuang Keqing looked back at Shen Ling, who was still kneeling on the ground, maintaining the same posture as before.
There were dots of blood on his hands and knees. His teeth were clenched, and there seemed to be some blood that he had forcibly swallowed in his mouth. His whole body was fragile and pale, with a lifeless intention. But even so, The other party still frowned, and when his eyes glanced at him, he shook his head slightly.
Although it was a slightly invisible arc, she captured it, as well as the understanding and disapproval in those eyes.
Since this incident was caused by saving yourself, Zhuang Keqing, then you must take responsibility!
Turning around, she bowed her head and bowed to the superior Zhou, and said, "Master Shen doesn't want to say it, so I'll say it for him."
As soon as Zhuang Keqing said these words, everyone present pricked up their ears.
But Shen Ling was shocked.
He couldn't let her say it. It was a matter of honor for the girl, and he knew the stakes. As for the Shen family, he had already decided to cut off the rotten and bleeding wound, so what were he waiting for now?
"Mother, I would like to publish the Shen family tree!"
Before Zhuang Keqing could speak, Shen Ling saluted in Zhou's direction.
He was kneeling on the ground, with his upper body lying on the ground. His forehead, which had always been raised, touched the hot bluestone, and his posture was extremely humble.
Uncle De stood aside, his eyes widened.
They had indeed been making various plans to get Shen Ling to leave the Shen family, but they never thought that this day would come so quickly and be so simple. This request was actually made by the other party himself!
Zhou thought she had heard wrongly. But looking at the young man's surrendered posture under the patio, she had to believe her ears.
She tilted her head slightly, looking like she was thinking deeply.
"Why did my son suddenly say such a thing? Could it be that I, the Shen family, were ashamed of you before and allowed you to make such a decision?"
Shen Ling knelt down, his face facing the ground made of bluestone slabs, and his reply was a little vague, "The Shen family treats me with great kindness, but I know that I am stupid and have no ambition to make progress. I have been at home for many years." I have never been filial to my parents, and I have never been friendly to my younger brothers. I also made a big mistake yesterday and asked my mother to teach me. Now I have figured it out and voluntarily exterminated the clan to avoid being confused in the future and doing something that would disgrace the Shen family and hurt my father. A mother’s heart.”
When Zhuang Keqing heard the words of the young man diagonally behind him, his heart hurt.
How could she not know that this was just an excuse? How could she accept the sacrifice that the other party had made for her and ask for extermination of her clan? Wouldn't that mean that she would be alone from now on, like Piao Ping, without a home or roots?
She turned around and saw that the young man was still kneeling, but his figure was firm.
As for Zhou, the corners of her mouth turned up in an inconspicuous arc.
