Marriage of the Republic of China

Chapter 38

The autumn cold suddenly picked up, and the northwest wind was whistling. As soon as it got dark, the cold wind poured in along the neck.Zhou Yunfei didn't listen to Chen Xiaomo's words when he got up early, wore less clothes, left the classroom after class, and hid behind Chen Xiaomo and Fu Wenge in the cold.Before I entered the small courtyard, I sneezed one after another.

One of Aunt Fang's old sisters is married to a daughter, and she has been helping out with the work for the past two days, and Zhou Yunfei and the others will go home after eating out in the evening.The temperature dropped sharply today, the stalls were closed early, and I wandered around for a long time without touching anything to eat.

Fortunately, Chen Xiaomo knew how to roll out noodles, so Zhou Yunfei could not die of starvation anyway.

"I'm freezing to death, I'm freezing to death!"

Seeing He Lang when he entered the courtyard, Zhou Yunfei immediately ran over and put his cold hand on the warm back of his neck.Give He Lang a jolt, reach out with his backhand, and grab that cold wrist.

Chen Xiaomo walked past them, coughed lightly, and reminded Zhou Yunfei not to trick He Lang while Aunt Fang was away.

Fu Wenge followed, pulled Zhou Yunfei away from behind He Lang, and asked, "He Da, have you eaten yet?"

"No, work is over early today, and the master's family didn't provide a meal." He Lang turned around, rubbed the back of his neck and asked Zhou Yunfei: "Why are your hands so cold?"

Zhou Yunfei sucked his nose and said, "I sit at the front of the table every day, and I can't compare with you who work every day. Your microcirculation is good."

"What ring?" There were three words in total, but He Lang didn't understand two of them.

"Micro, circulation, circulation." Zhou Yunfei wrote the three characters for He Lang in the air with his fingers, and seeing that he was still puzzled by the monk Zhang Er, he directly grabbed his hand and squeezed his. With the tip of your finger, explain it like a teacher giving a class to a student.

"Yunfei! Come and wash your face!"

Chen Xiaomo yelled and made He Lang tremble, and quickly withdrew his hand to hide beside him.He used to be like a stove, he just taught Zhou Yunfei to touch his neck and hold his hands, but now he was as hot as a lump of carbon.

Zhou Yunfei went back to the room after a while, stretched his hand into the washbasin, and immediately got burned.He clasped his hands and hissed, complaining, "Xiaomo, what are you doing! You want to scald me to death with such hot water?"

Chen Xiaomo stared at him with a kettle in his hand, and said, "You're not cold, it's hot and comfortable."

Zhou Yunfei's face was full of grievances: "That's not like you, take boiling water to wash me, it won't fade pig hair!"

Chen Xiaomo narrowed her eyes: "I'll warm up your microcirculation, so that you won't have to stick your hands into people's necks in the future."

Zhou Yunfei rolled his eyes blankly: "I didn't reach into the back of Li Chunming's collar. You care about me so much, why don't you say anything!"

"Zhou Yunfei! See if I won't spank your ass today!"

"Hey! Xiaomo!" Seeing that Chen Xiaomo put down the kettle and was about to catch Zhou Yunfei, Fu Wenge quickly reached out to stop him, "The room is only so big, be careful to overturn the washbasin before scalding it."

Zhou Yunfei took advantage of the opportunity to hide behind Fu Wenge, poked his nose at Chen Xiaomo to make a face.In the end, Chen Xiaomo dragged Fu Wenge out from behind, pushed him onto the chair, and spanked his buttocks three times in a row.

"Wenge! Help!"

Zhou Yunfei yelled, and Fu Wenge turned his back, showing an attitude that the secondary matter had nothing to do with him.To say that Zhou Yunfei is really incompetent, look at He Lang's honest eyes, it's so funny.After teasing him, he was happy, but it made He Lang confused.According to Li Chunming, He Lang didn't sleep well these few nights, lying there tossing and turning.When he finally fell asleep, he kept calling Zhou Yunfei's name in his dreams.

Through these few days of contact, Fu Wenge discovered that Li Chunming was simply pretending to be stupid. In fact, he had an idea in his heart, and he just looked honest.As for He Lang, he seemed to be honest and honest, he believed what Zhou Yunfei said, and he could really be the one who asked Zhou Yunfei to sell him and count the money for him.

Before Aunt Fang left the house, she specially instructed Chen Xiaomo and Fu Wenge.The person didn't say what was wrong with Zhou Yunfei, but said that He Lang had been watched by the mason, and that the mason's hands would get dirty on Young Master Zhou's clothes.Aunt Fang said it politely, and the two of them can naturally hear the meaning behind the words——

There's no room for a golden phoenix in the chicken coop, you young master Zhou, our He family can't afford it.

After eating, Fu Wenge called Zhou Yunfei to the kitchen to help clean up.At home, Zhou Yunfei belongs to the owner who does not take the oil bottle upside down. After watching him drop two bowls, Fu Wenge was completely convinced, and threw him away while looking at the stove for boiling water—the fire was low and pushed in. The briquettes club, right?

Zhou Yunfei hadn't looked at it for 5 minutes before his face was smeared with soot.He didn't know it himself, and Fu Wenge didn't care about him, so he just let him have that black streak on his face.

"Yunfei, don't go and recruit He Da when you have nothing to do." Fu Wenge felt like an old woman, earnestly said, "Don't forget that your dad visited you last time and said that he wanted you to finish your fourth grade and go abroad. Later you He was so dazed, he patted his ass and left, it's not authentic."

Zhou Yunfei curled his lips: "Who teased him?"

"You think we're all blind?"

Fu Wenge dried his hands, pulled a bench, and sat opposite Zhou Yunfei.Seeing the blackness on Zhou Yunfei's face, he couldn't hold back and laughed out loud.Only then did Zhou Yunfei realize that there must be something dirty on his face, so he quickly wiped it off with his hands.But his hands were even dirtier, and the result was getting worse and worse, and he was almost like a painted face in a Beijing opera.

"Okay, okay, I'll wipe it for you." Pulling Aunt Fang's apron, Fu Wengezai carefully helped him wipe off the stains on his face, "Yunfei, tell me the truth, do you like He Da?" ?”

Contrary to the bluffing look before, Zhou Yunfei lowered his eyes, and his eyes wandered around.Ever since he met He Lang for the first time, he has been jumping around like a deer in his heart, always looking for an opportunity to get close to him.

However, he just looked careless and indifferent, not because he didn't understand the difference between the two.Being together is destined to be fruitless, and his family will never allow him to live with a mason for the rest of his life.

"Wen Ge..." His eyes were reddened by the charcoal fire in the hearth, Zhou Yunfei lowered the corners of his mouth aggrieved, "You said... If I asked He Da to elope with me, would he agree..."

"Are you crazy?" After Fu Wenge finished speaking, he suddenly realized that his voice was too loud, so he quickly closed his mouth.After a while without hearing any movement outside, he lowered his voice and asked, "You don't go to school anymore? You don't want to be a doctor anymore? Where is Zhou Yunfei, who told me to save more lives?"

Zhou Yunfei felt even more aggrieved, and his eyes instantly steamed: "I don't want to be like this, but I just feel that staying by his side and talking to him is very happy. No one has ever made me feel this way. I don’t even know if I will meet such a person again in the future. Wen Ge, the school motto says that all people are born equal and free—a lie! It’s all fake! Look at you, no one is willing to support me s Choice!"

These words made Fu Wenge lose his mind for a moment.All people are born equal and free, that is a beautiful Qiji.Looking at the reality, this is simply an empty slogan.The disparity in family background is not just a matter of culture and upbringing, but more of a difference in ideas, values, and even living habits.

He asked: "Yunfei, ask yourself first, can you live a hard life?"

"...What a miserable day?" Zhou Yunfei shrugged his shoulders.

"Without servants, you have to do everything by yourself. What you eat is cornbread or pickled vegetables, and what you wear is patch upon patch. Can you live in that day?"

"He Da won't let me live that kind of life..."

"He works as a mason. He works for a day and earns a day of chewing grain. If he is injured suddenly one day and can't work for a while, you two go drink the northwest wind?"

"I can speak English. I can make money as a translator, or as a teacher. I can always support us both."

"You raise him? Where does that put his self-esteem?"

"..." Zhou Yunfei lowered his face, frowning tightly, "Is there anything wrong with liking someone?"

Fu Wenge shook his head: "No, but first of all, you have to make sure that he likes you too, and that he will be with you no matter what the situation is."

The haze on Zhou Yunfei's face suddenly disappeared, and he squinted his eyes and asked, "Wen Ge, you see it so clearly, so let me ask you, do you and Bai Er have the same heart?"

"Talk about your business! Why mention him?!" Fu Wenge's expression changed suddenly.

"Hey! You're blushing!" Seeing him get up, Zhou Yunfei smiled and reached out to grab him, "Don't go! We haven't finished talking yet!"

Fu Wenge was so ashamed and indignant that he threw off his hand angrily, and said——

"Whatever you like! Go elope!"

Qiu Dali honked the horn at the door, and Fu Wenge passed Li Chunming when he went out.Li Chunming greeted him politely, but seeing Fu Wenge raised his eyebrows, he hurried to the side to make a way for him.

The young masters in this courtyard are not easy to mess with.he thinks.If Xiaomo is free, don't make Germany in his waist. This Young Master Fu beats people when he disagrees with him. That Young Master Zhou's mouth is like a machine/shut/gun, crackling and drowning people with spittle.

Passing by Chen Xiaomo's room, he stopped, looked at the shadow cast on the window, and sighed silently.These days, Chen Xiaomo didn't say ten words to him in total, and it was clear that he didn't want to talk to him.

Just as he was about to go back to the house, the window of the room was pushed open from the inside. Chen Xiaomo stood by the window and looked at him. After looking at each other for a few seconds, he asked, "Have you eaten yet?"

"No...didn't eat..."

Li Chunming had actually eaten it before, but for the first time, Chen Xiaomo cared about him like a daughter-in-law.You can't teach people this kind of carelessness, can you?

Chen Xiaomo said with a blank expression: "There are raw noodles and spicy peppers in the kitchen. Make them yourself."

"Ah?" Li Chunming looked disappointed, thinking that you were going to do it for me.

"Can't make oily and spicy peppers?" Chen Xiaomo frowned.

"Uh...I..."

If you say yes, then you really have to do it yourself.If I say no, I am afraid I will be disgusted.Just when Li Chunming was in a dilemma, the window was closed and the door was opened.Chen Xiaomo came out of the room, turned around and ran to the kitchen.In less than a quarter of an hour, he called Li Chunming over for dinner.

A large bowl full of steaming hot, fragrant and tempting spicy peppers was placed in front of him, and Li Chunming was so moved that tears almost fell down.Although his belt was tight after eating in the store, this is the noodles made by his wife himself, and he has to eat until there is not even a scum left to be worthy of his kindness.

Picking up the bowl, Li Chunming was so bald that he almost cried while eating the hot noodles.

Chen Xiaomo looked at the voracious eating, and said sadly: "Eat slowly, there is still in the pot, come to my room when you are full, I have something to tell you."

When Li Chunming heard this, he almost choked with a smear in his throat—my dear ancestor, isn't this the last meal in the death row prison?

TBC

The author has something to say: the atmosphere in the previous chapter was a bit dignified, but this chapter made the three and a half masters laugh...

How difficult it is for Uncle Li to be able to eat noodles made by his wife

Well, the last full meal, let's go on the road after eating

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