MTL - Poisonous Peasant ‘Concubine’

After the next morning, after the father and son three routine running and punching, Ling Jingxuan pushed the cart to the Yuehuagou, and they went to the county to go to the market. I plan to bring more fish directly to the town to sell. I didn’t forget the buns before leaving. The medicine on the stove was good to remember to turn off the fire, but he ignored their curiosity about men. Some things don’t care, but After all, they are blood related, and they really don't care.

Yan Rurui has a good martial arts all year round, and his hearing is particularly good. He basically knows everything that happened in this family, including the dialogue between Ling Jingxuan and the two buns yesterday, and Ling Jingxuan said that those wine jams are smashed. Although he lost his memory, many instincts still exist. The short-term contact is enough for him to understand Ling Jingxuan's personality, and therefore he is curious and unforgettable.

Of course, this does not mean that he likes Ling Jingxuan. He can only say that he wants to know Ling Jingxuan more than to restore his memory. He wants to know more about him.

"This is your medicine. In the morning, you have a black mushroom paste. You can eat it."

The two buns squatted outside the door for a long time, and finally pushed into the house. Ling Wenhu’s face put two sea bowls in front of him. His eyes never looked at him, and he ignored the men’s focused eyes. Wu, although hiding behind Ling Wen, his eyes were sweeping from time to time to the man. After the scriptures, he discovered that they really looked so like, it was a mold.

"Do you eat this every day?"

Knowing that the two children are not waiting to see him, Yan Ruirui did not make himself passionate. He took back his eyes and looked at the black lacquered black batter. There was a little brown mushroom floating in it, thinking of the food from Ling Jingxuan in the past two days. Kind of things, Yan Ruirui raised his head, deep black and dark bottom slipped through a faint distress, he forgot all the things, naturally can not remember his appearance, these two days have been lying, no chance to see if they are long What kind of, for the appearance of the two buns, he did not feel anything, just, looking at them, his heart will always raise strange pity.

"What's wrong with eating this? It's good to eat."

Ling Wen is sensitive, thinking that he is abandoning their food, red-eyed, raising his head and glaring at him, his small hand clenched into a fist, his tight lips faintly twitching, showing his forbearance, Yan Ruirui Hey, then prop up the body: "Don't misunderstand, I don't mean to give up, just hurt you."

I don't know why, he just doesn't want the two children to be dissatisfied with him. Perhaps this is the so-called father and son nature.

"You have to be really distressed. When you first, you will lose your jealousy and leave us? We don't need you to feel bad."

After the anger was over, Ling Wen pulled Lingwu and turned and ran out. Yan Ruirui wanted to catch them all a step later. After half a sigh, he slowly recovered the right hand that was stretched out, and his lips swayed with a helpless smile. It seems that the two little guys are not resentful to him.

The location of Lingjiacun is relatively good. It is not far from the county seat. If you walk, it will take half an hour. It will be faster to take the oxcart, but everyone needs a copper plate, and the goods must be collected separately. Ling Jingxuan caught four today. With the help of Ling Jingpeng, a group of four people pushed the cart to the village to take a ride.

Along the way, I was inevitably pointed by others. In these few days, the little buns that were so lively were embarrassed to hide behind Ling Jingxuan. Because they were too precocious and sensible, they would be more sensitive to other people’s gossip. Uncomfortable.

"Xiaowen Xiaowu, people live for a lifetime, just a few decades, if you always care about other people's eyes, then your life is like a trousers, others are going to swear, you have to take it. Don't care what they say, let's have a happy family."

Freed out the two sons, Ling Jingxuan smiled, but the sharp and sharp Dan Fengyan did not bring a little smile, he can not care how others see him say him, but can not stand those people pointing at the two buns, Lingjiacun He remembered that one day he wanted those people to look up to them.

"It is this rationale, Xiaowen Xiaowu, they love to fart and let them go, ignore them."

On weekdays, Ling Jingpeng’s unusual reconciliation of the gossip is the most important thing. The young and handsome face is covered with thin sweat. After all, it’s June, even if it’s a big morning, pulling something can kill people.

"Well, we know."

Look up and look at Xiao Shu, Ling Wen cautiously nodded, decisively no longer hide behind Ling Jingxuan, holding a small buns and walking around them, though, the small face is still red, the state of mind It seems to have grown in a flash.

"Xiaowen, Xiaowu!"

Passing through the densely populated village, just walked to the entrance of the village, a sound of crisp and tender voice suddenly came over, not far from the direction of the population gathering, the iron baby sitting on the ox cart enthusiastically waved with them, the red face was full of excitement There are two men standing next to them, one tall and strong, can't talk about the beauty, can only say that they are very grand, a petite and exquisite, white and slender, seemingly weak, the eyes are revealing the world and the tough, two People are wearing coarse cloth and linen, but they can't find the atmosphere of the villagers. If they change their clothes, it may make people think that they are the most expensive.

“Hey?”

The two buns are obviously very happy, but they did not run immediately, but turned to look at Ling Jingxuan.

"Go."

"Ok."

Ling Jingxuan, who had already been sweating, smiled and nodded. The two buns ran out like a smack. While running, they shouted the name of the iron baby and waved with him. He saw Ling Jingxuan laughing and shaking his head. This is what a five-year-old child should look like. !

"They are Zhao Da Ge and Han Da Ge. On weekdays, Zhao Da Ge will pick up some of the town's iron work to do at home. Han Da Ge will also drive the ox cart to the village to get some money to subsidize the family, but 咱People in the village generally don't take their car, and he can't make much money."

No wonder there is no one next to their oxcart. After listening to Ling Jingpeng’s explanation, Ling Jingxuan’s mouth is no longer able to vomit himself to the 'noble' Lingjiacun, and love it, as long as they don’t come to provoke him. Otherwise, don't blame him for being polite.