Chapter 39

Quietly lying on the bed, looking at the top of the cave, "it's another day. How many days have I come out from home?" Zhang Xiaoqiang some bored thought, "yesterday how must drink that glass of water?" Think of yesterday with Yang Ke'er pull the dark, Zhang Xiaoqiang feel chrysanthemum a tight.

"Good morning! Uncle Yang Ke'er stands in front of the bed and says good morning to Zhang Xiaoqiang.

Zhang Xiaoqiang squints at Yang Ke'er, who is standing in front of him. Yang Ke'er seems to be a little different from his usual life. There is a feeling that he is different and can't say it.

Yang Ke'er's hair is as usual with a horsetail tied on the side and combed behind his right ear. His hair is fluffy and his hair is dark and bright. His two big eyes are curved like crescent moon, flickering mischievous. His delicate little nose is slightly wrinkled. Inside his rose lip is a small silver tooth as thin as a porcelain shell, which is slightly exposed with Yang Ke'er's smile.

The bright and smooth melon seeds face shows two dimples, and the cheeks are not blush, but they are permeate with two healthy and natural blushes, matching the small chin that looks slightly outward, like a beautiful sunflower. In addition to wearing a camouflage suit, the whole is a valiant little army flower.

Today's Yang Ke'er is as dazzling as a sunflower, and the shining Zhang Xiaoqiang is dizzy, "no promise!" Zhang Xiaoqiang despises himself. How can he say that he has read three hundred Mao films, and how can he be dazzled by the little girl when he sees the old bird with white head?

"Ah! Uncle, you seem to be getting younger today! " Yang Ke'er was surprised to discover the new world.

"Ha! Really? " Zhang Xiaoqiang touched his chin and said, "does the rain have the effect of beauty?" Zhang Xiaoqiang thought in secret.

"Really, really, you used to look as old as my father, but now you look as young as my uncle!" Yang Ke'er swore that in order to prove her words, she looked around for a small mirror to show him.

“。。。。。。。” Zhang Xiaoqiang was deeply hit, and now his title has been lowered from uncle to uncle“ I don't blame corn! " Zhang Xiaoqiang issued a cry in his heart.

"If you go on, maybe you can become a brother from an uncle!" Yang added again.

"Brother?" An old song flashed in Zhang Xiaoqiang's heart.

Sister, go ahead boldly

Don't go back

The road to heaven

Nine thousand nine hundred nine hundred nine

Sister, go ahead boldly

Don't go back

The road to heaven

Nine thousand nine hundred nine hundred nine

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From then on, you set up the red embroidery building

Red Hydrangea

Hit me in the head

Have a drink with you

Red sorghum wine

Red sorghum wine

Sister, go ahead boldly

Don't go back

"Look, uncle!" Yang Ke'er doesn't know where to turn out a small mirror to look at Zhang Xiaoqiang and interrupts his YY.

"Hey, hey... Ha ha Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at the small white face in the small mirror and smirked.

Before the end of the world, when Zhang Xiaoqiang was an otaku, in the mirror he was a little fat man with empty eyes and weak fatness. Now he is a young man of about twenty-seven or eight years old. His skin is white, tender, smooth and slightly handsome. With stubble on his chin, he still looks a bit manly.

Zhang Xiaoqiang touched his chin, looked at the mirror and sighed a classic line: "it's nice to be young!"

"Uncle, when are you going to eat? I'm hungry!" Yang Ke'er once again interrupts Zhang Xiaoqiang's narcissism.

"Shua, Shua..." The spatula is flying up and down in the iron pot, and the smoked cabbage is constantly turning in the iron pot. A tempting smell spreads to the nose, and the greedy insects in the stomach also begin to cry.

A pot of white rice, a large plate of smoked pork and fried cabbage are steadily placed on the simple dining table. Yang Ke'er quickly holds lean meat and ignores fat meat. Zhang Xiaoqiang is very depressed while watching and eating“ I like lean meat, too! " The heart sends out the silent cry.

If you can't bear it, you don't have to bear it any more! Zhang Xiaoqiang put all the lean meat into his bowl, and then slowly tasted it.

"Uncle, how can you do this?" Yang Ke'er is very angry and angry. He looks at Zhang Xiaoqiang fiercely. He feels that the poor and lower middle peasants have a deep hatred for the landlord class. It seems that he will trample Zhang Xiaoqiang to death as a cockroach at the next moment.Zhang Xiaoqiang is free of thunder and lightning, and I am still, until my face burns with Yang Ke'er's burning eyes.

"Alas! It's just that I'm not thick skinned enough! " Zhang Xiaoqiang shakes his head, takes a piece of fat from the plate and puts it in Yang Ke'er's bowl. He says lightly: "children are not allowed to be picky about food!"

"Cheapskate, miser, shameless, I stab you, I stab you to death!" Yang Ke'er is reciting in his mouth, and his chopsticks are poking the fat in the bowl.

Zhang Xiaoqiang is not moved, just buried in the meal, "Ka" a crisp ring from Yang Ke'er's hands, raised his head to see Zhang Xiaoqiang stunned.

A pair of chopsticks pass through the fat meat, pass through the rice below, and come out from the bottom of the bowl. Yang Ke'er releases the chopsticks and looks at his right hand foolishly. Zhang Xiaoqiang has a big mouth and looks at the chopsticks passing through the bowl. The grains of rice in his mouth fall from the corner of his mouth.

"There's something wrong with the bowl!" Yang Ke'er said wrongly to Zhang Xiaoqiang.

"Look, uncle! This stick is too weak Yang Ke'er shows Zhang Xiaoqiang his horn gun, which is broken into two pieces.

"Bullshit! You must have broken it on purpose. I did it. I don't know? " Zhang Xiaoqiang thinks this is Yang Ke'er's revenge for just letting her eat fat.

"Oh! Really, don't believe it Yang Ke'er's right hand held the body of the gun with three fingers, and the body of the gun was broken again. Zhang Xiaoqiang took a cool breath.

"You go and look at a bag of rice." Two people stand in grain pile side, Zhang Xiaoqiang looks at Yang Ke'er to say.

"Uncle, you bully me again. I can lift such heavy things like that!" Yang Ke'er complained and went to the grain pile. He lifted a rice bag with both hands.

More than 100 Jin rice bag like a balloon was Yang Ke'er gently lifted in front of the chest, Yang Ke'er weighed rice bag seems to be very confused, a hand holding the corner of the bag in the air to turn a few circles.

"Uncle? Is it cotton in it? " Yang Ke'er asked suspiciously.

"No! You throw it over here and I'll have a look! " After that, Zhang Xiaoqiang deeply regretted his decision.

The rice bag with the wind hit Zhang Xiaoqiang, and the huge impact knocked him to the ground.

"Oh, Hello! My waist Zhang Xiaoqiang was pressed under the rice bag and screamed.

"Ha ha! Uncle, do you think I have become Superman? hey! Female Superman, I'm salted egg Superman, ha ha ha Yang Ke'er said that he was overjoyed and strengthened his hand.

"Hiss! Easy, you want to crush me? " Zhang Xiaoqiang lies on the bed and shouts to Yang Ke'er who is giving him a waist massage