129 Chapter 129:

Name:Bai Fumei in the '70s Author:


The next day, the thin sunlight of the deep winter leaked from the gap of the dark clouds, and soon the needle-like drizzle floated outside the window.

Zhao Lanxiang was awakened by the rustling sound of rain and leaves on the street. She raised her head and saw the sleeping face of the man in close proximity.

In his deep sleep, he has a rare cuteness, thin lips slightly pursed, long and even breathing, a deep shadow cast on the tall bridge of the nose, handsome and deep, eyebrow peaks gathered together, flying diagonally into the temples.

I just got rid of the greenness, the masculinity that quickly became mature, young and beautiful, Zhao Lanxiang carefully sniffed and youthful, even the crazy and intensive possession last night was so exciting.

If this is the meaning of rebirth, what Zhao Lanxiang experienced at the moment is endless sweetness.He has joined hands since he was nineteen years old and has witnessed his youthful impulses and slowly waited for him to become mature and elegant.

that's nice.

"Brother, it's so cold today." Zhao Lanxiang couldn't help raising her head to kiss the man's lips.

He Songbai also woke up, and he asked his newly married wife in a low voice: "Is it?"

Soon his hot body came close and wrapped around her, "Is it still cold?"

Zhao Lanxiang learned the warmth from the man and rubbed him with satisfaction.

There was a rusty rain outside the window, but at the moment the hearts they embraced were extraordinarily quiet, and they enjoyed this undisturbed time alone.

He Songbai did not have the habit of lazy bed, he quickly got up.

He put on his clothes and fastened his coat and asked Zhao Lanxiang: "What do you want to eat?"

Zhao Lanxiang ordered two casually with her eyes closed. "Soybean milk dumplings, just go and buy them on the street."

When Zhao Lanxiang woke up again, he saw a small basket full of small baskets on the table.He Songbai was washing his hands in the kitchen.His fingers were stained with white flour and eluted in clear running water.He still wore an apron that he hadn't taken off, and the snow-white color made him more cool and handsome.

Zhao Lanxiang was surprised and surprised. She said: "Is Xiaolongbao made by Bo Geer, um--"

She picked up one to eat, "It tastes great!"

He Songbai took off his apron, and his young face was full of pride and pride.

He handed the soymilk to his wife in front of him, "I will give grandma tea after drinking."

"We have to do like this in the countryside, so that the old man's thoughts are fulfilled, she should go back..."

Zhao Lanxiang solved this loving breakfast by the man himself, and took He Songbai's hand to go to her parents' house to meet her grandmother.

The old man had already eaten the morning tea made by his father-in-law Zhao Yongqing. She had a good appetite for two bowls of burnt wheat and a bowl of corn porridge. She was drinking tea at the moment.

Feng Lian picked two futons for her, and the newlyweds both knelt in front of the elderly and kowtowed to tea.

Zhao Lanxiang said: "I hope that Granny Shou will be brighter than Nanshan and Sun and Moon."

Granny gave her a red envelope as her reimbursement fee.But in fact, Zhao Lanxiang has called her grandma for a long time.

He Songbai also said a few auspicious words to respect tea for the grandmother.

Grandma said with a smile: "Have a good life, and strive to let me embrace my great-grandson."

The word blushed the little couple.

She paused again and said: "You two still have learning tasks on your body. After the exam is completed, the weather is warmer, then go back to the country and pick a good day to set up a bar."

This is indeed the case. Only when wine is put in the countryside is it true marriage.However, both of them are college students now, and they are about to face severe study assessments.

Zhao Lanxiang and He Songbai both nodded and responded.They drank some morning tea on the Zhao family's side and took two big red envelopes, and then retired with satisfaction.

Zhao Lanxiang asked He Songbai the next plan, he said without hesitation: "My test period collided with our marriage period, I have applied for a deferred test with teacher Gu, and wait for the re-examination at school, this time can accompany you."

Zhao Lanxiang said happily: "We don't have many exams. Let's just go back to the countryside with Granny."

He Songbai pinched her face and stared at her beautiful face, "Let's spend this New Year together?"

Zhao Lanxiang smiled and put his head on his chest, "Of course I have to live together."

As soon as Zhao Lanxiang saw this Phoenix car, his memories of that year flooded like crazy, like a dyke.

He Songbai fingered its slightly rusty steel and said, "It looks quite new, but in fact many parts are so bad that they can't be used anymore. I have replaced them one after another."

He pointed to the bicycle chain and sighed: "The year you left, the car's chain was broken and the tire burst."

"The next year, its gear was bald."

"In the third year, many of its parts were rusted."

He Songbai described the experience of the Phoenix car in a plain tone. Zhao Lanxiang sucked her nose and wiped her tears constantly.

He Songbai said: "It's the first valuable thing you gave me. I don't want it to be bad. Every year I paint it to remove rust and change parts."

"You really hate it, why say these things to me." Zhao Lanxiang said with a sniff.

He Songbai said with a smile: "It is a luxury. I used to be unable to afford it. You gave it to me so I can use it. Later, when I went to university, it also lost its effect. But it also It's still something I cherish. Lanxiang, I want to tell you."

"Although time is a bit ruthless, it will take a lot of things. But as long as you care for it, it will always be with us."

"The same is true for feelings, and it will last forever. I hope we will still have the same feelings as we do today."

Zhao Lanxiang's tears were like a dike, she patted He Songbai's chest hard.

He Songbai hugged her, "Don't cry, is it so easy to cry?"

"I still want to make you happy."

"I will take you to do something to make you happy."

That evening, for the first time, He Songbai accompanied his subjects seriously and watched the sunset for the first time. The beautiful scenery of the countryside was like a picture scroll, and it was beautiful.Migratory birds migrating from the north flapped their wings, skimmed the hills, and the adult glyphs were hidden in the woods.Only the crisp bird sounds left, gently and gently.

The clear yellow sunset on the horizon slowly sank into the mountainside, and the melting gold was burning into the clouds, and it was gorgeous and dazzling, and the crimson was like fire and purple gold.

He Songbai said: "It seems that the elder sister is calling me, you are waiting here, I will go as soon as I go."

Zhao Lanxiang nodded.

After about half an hour, Zhao Lanxiang squatted with sore legs, and she was going back to her old house to wash vegetables and cook, but she didn't expect her shoulder to be photographed.

It was He Songbai who was back. He was holding a handful of red kapok and said with a smile on his face, "The first bunch of flowers this winter."

Kapok gathers in a cluster, like a burning flame, the core is pale yellow like powder, and the beautiful and dazzling flower buds are like a delicate palace lamp, exquisite and clear, and the veins are clear.They seemed like fierce women in the cold wind, and they were as hot as a fire, and they opened up an amazing beauty in the prosperous world.

Zhao Lanxiang felt that she would never be more moved to cry in her life.

She hugged him holding the flower, with a strong nose: "How did you go to pick flowers!"

"Hate! Brother Bo, you are so nice."

The author has something to say: *

small theater:

Ping Shengjun: Is it so powerful?

Capitalized convincing

Boge: Let me give in.

Um, single dogs have been single for so many years, not without reason

You learn more

Sheng Shengjun: The single dog league army that kicked over dog food and grabbed dogs is here again.

Make you proud for another two seconds

Brother Bo: "..."