Chapter 436

"Brother Chu, no..." Murong Yin seems to have thought of something and shouts softly.

"Oh." Chu Jiang quickly stopped all the movements, embarrassed smile, "I'm sorry just now, sister."

Yes, in Chu Jiang's heart, Murong Yin has always been like his sister.

"No, I should say I'm sorry." Murong Yin's show face is full of rosy clouds, "it's my carelessness..."

Murong Yin finished and got into the bed, turned his face to the other side.

Chu Jiang took a deep breath, and then secretly said relax, relax, relax After gradually reset, Chu Jiang curled up on the sofa.

Just ready to go to bed, Chu Jiang and Murong Yin found a problem at the same time, there is only one quilt in the room.

Yes, it's just a quilt!

If you give it to Chu Jiang, Murong Yin will definitely catch a cold tomorrow. If you catch a cold, you can't sing live.

If you leave it to yourself, she doesn't have the heart to let her brother Chu sleep on the sofa without a quilt.

"Brother Chu, up Come and sleep Murong Yin, "we One sleeps one head. "

"All right." Chujiang is not polite either. He has hugged him and kissed him. No matter how polite he is, he is too polite.

You're welcome to Chujiang, but Murong Yin's head faces east and Chujiang's head faces west.

It's the end of October, and the daily range in the countryside is relatively large. It's still very cold at night. Occasionally, a cool wind blows in through the cracks of the red brick, which makes Murong Yin tremble a little.

"Murong, are you cold?" Chu Jiang asked with concern, then joked, "do you want brother Chu to give you a warm hug?"

"Go, I'm warm, cold or not." Murong's voice turned a blind eye, and Tucao up, and make complaints about Murong's voice.

"In front of my brother, I don't pretend to be forced." As soon as Chu Jiang's body turned and his head turned to the East, he gave Murong Yin a firm hug, and then resolutely said, "don't worry, I just hold you. The cliff won't take advantage of you."

Go, hold such a beautiful woman and say not to take advantage of it. It seems that only brother Jiang can be bold enough to say this.

"Well." Murong Yin, who is worried about catching a cold, answers softly, which is a promise.

So he held it like this. About ten minutes later, Murong Yin gradually fell asleep.

"I am the Yangtze River, I am the Yangtze River I don't want to participate in the best female anchor of the year. Don't... " When Chu Jiang was about to fall asleep, Murong Yin began to dream.

After hearing this, Chu Jiang remembered that twelve o'clock tonight was the deadline of the third round, so he took out his mobile phone and operated it for a while with a faint smile.

Suddenly, Chu Jiang has an impulse to wake up Murong Yin and tell Murong Yin that I am the Yangtze River.

"Brother Chu, brother Chu Do you like Qingcheng or me Brother Chu... " Murong Yin began another sentence of somniloquy.

It turns out that this girl fell in love with her brother Chu at the same time as she fell in love with me. Chu Jiang's heart warms up and hugs Murong Yin more tightly.

When you hold hands with a woman, time slips away from her beautiful legs; when you kiss a woman, time slips away from her lips; when you hug a woman, time slips away from her twin peaks.

Brother Jiang embraces Murong Yin until dawn.

When he woke up the next day, murongyin was still in his arms, and his big clear eyes were looking at him all the time.

"Don't you want to leave brother Chu's arms?" Chujiang joked.

"Go Murong sound rolled a white eye, broke away from the embrace of Chu River, "virtue."

When she left Chu Jiang's arms, her heart seemed to be lost. Maybe she sighed that the story in bed last night didn't develop in depth.

"Why is it so noisy outside?" Chu River also turned over.

"Yes, it should be the people who demolished the ancestral temple again." Murong Yin quickly combed his hair, "let's go out and have a look later."

"Good." Chujiang is still very interested in rural affairs. Besides, yesterday's big talk has been out. He wants to get justice for Murong Yin's father.

Out of the room, Murong Yin's sister-in-law and parents are gone.

"Let's have a bowl of porridge and have a look." Murong Yin said while giving Chujiang a bowl of porridge, also gave himself a bowl.

It's very refreshing to add radish, vegetables and porridge. Chujiang even ate two bowls, and Murong Yincai ate one, so they set out.

All the people in the village are going in the same direction. Murong Yin pulls lachujiang's hand and goes in the same direction.

"Get up!" With a little effort from Chu River, Murong Yin is flying with Chu River, which seems to feel like flying in the clouds.

Murong Yin looks at the Chu River beside him in surprise, but Chu River is like Xinting leisurely walking. His face is not red and he is out of breath.

Chu River along the stream of people, soon came to the Murong family ancestral hall outside.There are more than 1000 people in murongyin village, almost all surnamed Murong. They share a ancestral temple, the ancestral temple of Murong family.

Murong ancestral temple is located in a remote place outside the village. Inside a large wall, there is a courtyard, covering an area of hundreds of square meters, with mountains on both sides.

Frankly speaking, the ancestral temple of Murong family is built in a mountain depression. Listen, it's better to build ancestral temple like this.

When they rushed to Chu River, hundreds of people were surrounded outside the ancestral hall of Murong family, which was like a roar of voices.

"Ancestral temple can't be demolished, no matter how much money you give! Ancestral hall can't be demolished, no matter how much money you give! " People were shouting and waving their shoulder poles, hoes, sickles and other weapons excitedly.

"Uncle, is Xinran group coming again?" Murong Yin asked a familiar villager.

"Yes The villager sighed, "if we don't demolish our ancestral temple, they will have to build a tunnel several kilometers long. It seems that they are going to have a hard time with us!"

"But this is our ancestral temple. How can we say we can dismantle it?" Murong Yin also said indignantly.

"Yes, how can ancestral temples that have existed for hundreds of years be moved freely?" Everyone around said excitedly.

"We Murong family do not agree, they dare to demolish it?" Murong Yin asked suspiciously.

"But our patriarch agreed, saying that for the sake of the overall situation, our patriarch just took advantage of others!" An uncle took over the conversation and said.

"Yes, the ancestral temple can't be demolished. It can't be demolished for any amount of money." Then the aunts and uncles all followed and started to shout slogans.

Murong Yin and Chu Jiang find Murong Yin's father and ask. Murong Jun's story is almost the same as that of his aunt and uncle.

"At the moment, more than ten villagers' representatives are negotiating with the patriarch's family, all of them are inside. Behind the patriarch's family, there are dozens of people on the road, all of them holding weapons and looking fierce." Murong Jun said while pointing to the temple inside.

"Dad, your head is injured. Go back quickly!" Murong Yin looked around and saw several people wearing bandages. It was estimated that they were injured at the same time as his father.

"It's OK. I'll see." Murong Jun shook his head, said, "stay at home, do not know anything, more hard."

"Well, be careful yourself." Murong sound a face concern, then to Chu River way, "Chu elder brother, we enter inside to have a look."

"Good." Chu Jiang took Murong Yin's hand, squeezed a little for a while, and went into Murong ancestral hall.

"Folks, folks, we need to have a sense of the overall situation. It's very beneficial for our village for the country to build expressways beside our village. If the ancestral temple is moved away, it can at least save hundreds of millions or even billions of financial resources for the country!" A 60-70-year-old patriarch was talking out loud, with a look of awe inspiring righteousness.

"To save money for the country, or for the contractor?" A tall middle-aged villager said with a sickle in his hand.

“……” The patriarch stopped speaking.