Chapter 2076

When the sun rises again, it means the beginning of a new day.

In the square at the entrance of the village, in addition to vehicles and pedestrians, the ground is just like a dog licking it. People can't believe that the night market in Fangjia village didn't disperse until eleven o'clock.

Gaomiaomiao's room is full of things.

Sugar fried chestnuts, sugar gourd, ceramic can dolls, amazing journey to the west, lace black stockings and short skirts - as long as the commodities can appear in the night market, almost all of them are in the room.

It's like a warehouse.

Gao Miaomiao sat on the Kang, staring at these things, his eyes were a little black, and he didn't sleep well last night.

She can't understand, really can't understand, how a person can be so supported and loved.

When he came back that day, all the gongs and drums in the village were singing together and the golden dragons were dancing. It was only the village day that he was positioned as. This has a lot to do with those old men taking the lead in affectation. After all, it was Gao Fei who changed the life of the people in Fangjia village. When he came back, he should be given proper face. I believe the villagers and the enterprises are still very supportive.

But gaomiaomiao really didn't expect that the villagers' feelings for Gaofei were so deep that after the news that she was the Secretary of Gaofei spread, no one asked her if she had any money with her. As long as she felt it was appropriate to send it out, it was basically sent to her.

No matter how she refused, everyone pretended not to hear her. They just put down their things and ran away, as if it was their great honor to be able to give something to Gao Miao.

Later, as a patrol of Fangjia village, Ergou took some people with him and brought them to the old house of Fangjia with a small tricycle. No matter how polite Gao Miaomiao invited them to drink tea or smoke, they all shook their heads with a smile and soon left the yard.

In Fangjia village, Gao Fei is no longer the leader of wealth.

He should have become the soul of the village.

Gao meow knows that Gao Fei is only loved in Fangjia village.

But this is enough to prove that he has not lived in vain in his life. I believe that in a hundred years, the descendants of Fangjia village will still remember him.

It seems that this is the so-called immortality, at least in Fangjia village.

Life, it should be like this, can be firmly remembered in the heart, grateful for many years, this life will be meaningful.

"What are you doing?"

Just as Gao Miaomiao stares at the pile of small commodities and thinks wildly, Gao Fei comes in and is startled by these things.

"Ah, boss, you're back."

Gao Miaomiao woke up and jumped down from the Kang.

Gao Fei also has dark circles under his eyes, but his spirit is really good. The ferocity he has developed in Beijing these days has disappeared from his eyebrows and corners of his eyes. Instead, it is a taste of spring. Gao Miaomiao can guess that this guy spent a night in the gentle countryside last night.

As for who is the woman accompanying him, Gao Miaomiao doesn't care. Anyway, she suddenly has a kind of discomfort: I'm such a beautiful woman at home, but you're cheating outside. It's really eyeless.

Gao Fei didn't notice the sadness in Gao Miaomiao's eyes. He just picked up a piece of black silk with great interest and looked at it in his hand. He asked, "why, when you buy so many things back, you are looking at the night market of Zhongfang village, ready to set up a stall in the evening?"

I don't know what's going on. When Gao Miaomiao saw boss Gao looking at the black silk over and over, he was very angry and said coldly, "Ang, I just want to set up a stall, can't I?"

Gao Fei recognized Gao meow's words and looked up at her with a frown: "is your aunt here?"

"No --"

Gao Miaomiao said a word, suddenly understood what was going on, and quickly explained: "these things are all given by others. No matter how I refuse, people have to give them. In the end, the man named Er Gou gave them to his family."

For fear that Gao Fei might misunderstand himself and cheat outside under his name, Gao Miaomiao quickly said what happened last night.

After hearing this, Gao Fei laughed happily: "OK, since it's the villagers' will, you can take it. But I think that if you go to the night market to set up a stall, if you put on this little skirt and little black silk high heels and go there for a stop, even if you don't know who you are, you can sell a high price even if you are selling dog shit. "

Mr. Gao is so used to talking that when he learned that he was really loved by the villagers, he spoke more casually. He didn't even consider how much damage his words would do to other people's self-esteem.

Gao miaowao sneered in his heart, but a faint blush floated on his face. He raised his hand and gently lifted the skirt, revealing his slender legs in black silk. He asked: "boss, how about I put on this posture?"

"Good, good, very good."

Mr. Gao stares at him, swallows hard, then turns around and goes out, and says, "hurry to make breakfast. I'll go to bed after eating."

Looking at the door closed, Gao miaowao shook his body and hummed: "hum, I'm not happy to think that I will do this to other men, right?"

It's not only Gao Fei but also he Xiucheng who is upset.

He Xiucheng has never been low-key during this period of time. Since the night when he sunset was plotted by Yin Jinhua, he has never stepped out of his villa.

No matter whether he is dead or not, after so many days, even if he's insensitive, he should know and do something.

At the very least, he Xiucheng has to go back to his home and ask what's going on.

But in fact, these days, it's calm and frightening: the sun still rises and sets every day. The school bus that specially transports children to and from school in the villa area will pass by the door every day except the rest day. The old people who used to walk their dogs in the evening still live according to their habits.

Everything was normal as usual, except for he Xiucheng, who never received a call from anyone else.

He knew that with his brother he sunset being plotted, he family already knew everything.

This period of calm, does not mean that he can see in his dead mother's face, let him go.

After all, he sunset is the pure legitimate offspring of he family.

He Xiucheng is just a wild species.

To say the least, even for his mother's sake, he family will not do anything to he Xiucheng, but what about Yin Jinhua?

When he Jia knows the true identity of Yin Jinhua, especially after she killed the best third generation of He Jia (now he doesn't know he luori is still alive, after all, he saw he luori die with his own eyes), what reason can he let her go?

But he family has never made any moves, as if they didn't know anything.

This kind of abnormal calm gives he Xiucheng a kind of hesitation and irritability that the sky will collapse at any time. He even yearns that armed police officers and soldiers with guns will suddenly appear and raze the villa to the ground without saying a word.

That way, he might feel better.

These days, he never had a good sleep. He would always turn over and sit up in the middle of the night shouting, and then he would see Yin Jinhua sitting next to him, with a towel on his face, wiping his cold sweat.

He didn't refuse Yin Jinhua's "love", although he felt that under the beautiful skin bag, there were all disgusting insects crawling. He just needed someone to wipe sweat for him, and then he would look down at the quilt in a daze and recall what he saw in his dream.

These days, he sees his elder brother he luori every night. He luori is always a man who doesn't smile. People will know that he is a soldier when they see him. However, every time when they look at he Xiucheng, they have a look of care in their eyes, which is the same in their dreams.

Behind the setting sun in the dream stands a beautiful woman.

That is he Xiucheng's mother. Although she is not as beautiful as yinjinhua, she is more elegant and typical of a good wife and mother.

His mother didn't blame him, but there was a deep sadness between her eyebrows.

In the world, which mother wants to see her eldest son die miserably in the hands of her younger son?

No matter how far away, there is a man standing.

Maybe it's because the distance is too far, or because of the light fog, so he Xiucheng can't see his face clearly, but he knows it's his father.

A father of honor.

What's the expression on his father's face? I can't really see it. I can only feel that he exudes a ferocious anger.

For the sake of his dead comrades in arms, the second son of the he family may treat him as if he were his own son, but he will never allow his own son to die in the hands of a wild seed.

Further away, there is a figure.

Can only be a personal figure, even fat and thin can not see, let alone how his appearance.

But he Xiucheng thinks he is a man, only a man.

That person should be the man who seduced and raped his mother and killed his father, that is, he Xiucheng's own father.

He was like the most terrible ghost. He walked step by step into the back of he's second son quietly, then raised his right hand abruptly - it was only a hand with skin and bone, just like the ghost claws of the dead yanmengji, and the fingernails on five fingers were sharp as a knife, stabbing hard at he's second son's back of the head.

"Ah, watch the back!"

He Xiucheng suddenly yelled and turned over from the Kang.

With his loud cry, all the four people in front of him disappeared, only the glare of the light, and the gasping sound of his old cow, the cold sweat crackling down from his forehead.

Dream, dream again.

He Xiucheng closed his eyes, spat out a mouthful of turbid air heavily, and lowered his head wearily, letting the cold sweat flow.

"What, another nightmare?"

A very good-looking hand, holding a clean towel over, gently wipe his forehead for him.

He Xiucheng did not move, as if in the heart to feel Yin Jinhua mixed with maternal love, lover's gentle care.

"Xiucheng, I've been with you all the time. Just have a good rest. Don't think about it. You're too thin these days."

Yin Jinhua whispered, picked up a dress and put it on him.

He Xiucheng's shoulders trembled and his clothes slid down.

Yin Jinhua didn't seem to see that. He was draped on his body again.

The other night, he Xiucheng would lie down and go to sleep again after he was comforted by yinjinhua, until he was awakened by the nightmare he couldn't remember.

This time, he didn't lie down, but slowly raised his head and looked at Yin Jinhua.

Compared with a few days ago, Yin Jinhua's mental state is very good, women's chest capital seems to be bigger.

Seeing that he Xiucheng's eyes fell on his chest, Yin Jinhua laughed. As soon as his shoulders sank and trembled, his robe slipped down, and his white porcelain upper body burst into his sight.

He Xiucheng raised his hand, took a thing and asked, "when can I die?"