123 Chapter 123:

Name:Bai Fumei in the '70s Author:


The troubled Zhao Lanxiang was suddenly awakened by this roar.

She lifted the quilt, and the whole person seemed to be run over by a cart, sore and sore.She whispered with a hissing noise.

Thinking of yesterday's fierceness, she couldn't help lifting her lips.Young men are full of energy, so healthy and strong.It made her a little bit overwhelmed now, draining all her strength.

He Songbai turned his head to see the woman in her bed who was squinting and waking up, and she leaned in and kissed.

His whole body was full of heat, and he continually crossed onto her.

However, the man who had opened the meat was different from the stunned stunner before. He started to kiss from the forehead. He couldn't help but linger with the kiss on his forehead, and the original pure kiss became ambiguous.

His breath became messy and hurried, burying his head in her chest.

Zhao Lanxiang kicked him off the bed.

He Songbai was stunned, but he quickly got up again and hugged her tightly in his arms.

He said forcefully: "You are my woman now."

He Songbai said that he started to faint, and fell directly on Zhao Lanxiang.

Zhao Lanxiang saw his slightly pale lips and touched her thumb involuntarily. She patted his face anxiously: "What's wrong with this?"

He Songbai moaned. He gasped and said, "Xiangxiang, I'm starving to death."

"I missed the morning flight without dinner yesterday morning, so I came to you..."

Zhao Lanxiang had no idea, He Songbai did not enter the grain yesterday!It's hard for him to care about doing that kind of thing.

She patted his face, "You lie down, I'll cook a porridge for you."

He Songbai made a cheeky chew, this dream is really too beautiful, so beautiful that he indulged.He did not know how everything happened yesterday and how it ended.His desire for her has been around for a long time, and yesterday it can no longer be suppressed.He wants to leave her and use all means.

He Songbai silently watched Zhao Lanxiang get up in front of him, put on his clothes, lifted his clothes and buttoned up the charming appearance of underwear, making him hot and thirsty.

Zhao Lanxiang washed the japonica rice before going out, slowly boiled in a casserole.She buckled up her trench coat and went to the market to buy the freshest ingredients. A few minutes away, she soon returned.

He Songbai sat barefoot on the edge of the bed, holding a cigarette in his thumb, slightly holding it.

The faint light of the morning in the deep winter projected on him, and the light of the cigarette caught his fingertips. Such a gentle movement put him in a slightly elegant taste. The tranquility at this moment is completely different from the madness of yesterday. Zhao Lanxiang couldn't help but look a few more times.

She went to the kitchen to clean pork, silver carp and prawns, cut the fine meat, peel the shrimps and wash the vegetables.Slice green onion and shred ginger.Freshly fried omelette flower shreds, fritters sliced.

The porridge in the casserole was rolling, and the aroma of the japonica rice overflowed from the kitchen. She took the time to pour the ingredients into the porridge in turn, and cooked the meat with the porridge.

He Songbai looked at the woman in the kitchen wearing a light pink apron to wash the vegetables quietly.

His voice was hoarse and said firmly: "You are mine."

He had said this three times this morning. The firm tone seemed to persuade himself, as if to persuade her. Zhao Lanxiang couldn't help feeling sour, and his hands shook when he put the fish fillets.

He Songbai kissed her vaguely, arms warm and wide.

They all enjoy this warm and quiet atmosphere, needless to say anything, just hold a sense of solidity, a sense of solidity on the ground.

Zhao Lanxiang earned his arms and couldn't help laughing. "Let me go, it's time to drink porridge."

"I'll let you try our local food, the boat porridge."

She scooped out the porridge, sprinkled with chopped green onion, fritters and egg shreds, and brought the porridge to He Songbai.

"Yesterday I didn't eat anything, drink some porridge."

He Songbai tasted it. The japonica rice was soft and smooth, and the fresh flavors of the side dishes were all incorporated into the porridge.He took a spoon and contained a few mouthfuls of porridge. The fish fillet melted in the mouth and the shrimps were tender and smooth. It was a familiar taste.

"It turns out that this is called Tsai Porridge."

"I remember one year when you boiled fish fillet porridge, this is the same taste. This one is better..."

What she remembered deeply was the rough, rustic man in the country, a strong, strong young man mixed with sweat and smell.

His inferiority and self-abandonment made her feel distressed and soft, and his diligence and hard work made her admire fascinated.

He will ride a Phoenix car at night, with cold and lonely lights, and firmly walk all the way to the path he chose, bleeding and sweating, glowing and heating...

Zhao Lanxiang touched his rough but gradually raised hands. The phalanx of the index finger had a thick cocoon, which was caused by writing.It seems that although he changed his career, he still inherited the fine style of hard work.

His fingers were full and his skeletal joints were large and long. His palms could hold her feet when he closed it.

His eyebrows are like peaks, he is handsome, his brows are broad and beautiful, and he is handsome and masculine.The brow and tail flew obliquely into the temples, and a deep, good-looking skin was born.He is like a piece of jade covered with thick dust. It takes a lot of time to grind away the grime on his body. Suffering is an excellent stone to grind. It makes him suffer and makes him excellent.

Two years later, Zhao Lanxiang saw He Songbai again, feeling warm and emotional.

She couldn't help sighing: "Bo Geer is so good."

He Songbai intently covered her earlobe and said in a deep voice: "It's so good that you don't want to close it now, hide it at home?"

After he finished speaking, he said cruelly: "If I don't come to you, you won't find me, you stubborn eyes."

Why did the photo fade, He Songbai saw it better than she did.

At that time, there was heavy snow, he finally got the missed photos, recalled the past bit by bit, and suddenly found that even the photos that recorded her began to fade, and faded into a person alone.At that moment, He Songbai's heart was shocked and sad.

She didn't want him anymore, and she didn't even leave the photos.

But soon He Songbai recovered his senses and heard the song again.

He Songbai bullied the object fiercely and asked her: "How did you feel yesterday?"

"Am I powerful?"

He and she remembered the six kisses after writing the test paper in the spring of 77, when he held the quilt with trembling and excitement.Made her laugh.

Zhao Lanxiang did not have the heart to reveal that He Songbai was still stunned for a few years, making her uncomfortable.

She kissed him sweetly, "Brother Bo made me very happy and comfortable."

"I like everything about you."

Whether it is a mature man who has experienced vicissitudes and knows gentleness, or a young person who is growing up, sincere and sincere, they are all her favorite people...

This relationship has nothing to do with age or age.At the age of twenty, he would ride her on a bicycle, work hard and earn money to save his daughter-in-law's books, but the young impulse had a sincere heart; when he was forty, he would give her a bouquet every day Flowers, meticulously caring for her, giving her romance and tenderness, although lacking the passion of young people, but mature and steady, it is pragmatic.

Zhao Lanxiang was so fortunate that after experiencing his tenderness, he again accepted his passion.

She stared at He Songbai and said seriously: "I love you."

The author has something to say:

small theater:

Xiangxiang: Brother Bai, I love you...

Bo: Xiangxiang, I love you too.

Hei Shengjun: Kick the dog food, knock down your kennel, and take away your dog.

The full text comes to an end here. The next step is Fan Wai's door-to-door meeting with his father-in-law, marriage, steamed buns, and sweet life after marriage.

Why stop here?

At the time, it was also imagined that everyone's personality and tastes are different, some are anxious, some are warm, and the rhythm is different, so it can't satisfy everyone.And the story line stopped here is just complete, with the strongest aftertaste.Not too sweet to sniff.

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