Chapter 436

"Brother Chu, no..." Murong Yin seemed to think of something and shouted softly.

"Oh." Chu Jiang quickly stopped all his actions and smiled awkwardly, "I'm sorry just now, sister."

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

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

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

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

Just before going to bed, Chu Jiang and murongyin found a problem at the same time. There was 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 she catches a cold, she can't sing live.

If she left it to herself, she didn't have the heart to let her brother Chu sleep on the sofa without a quilt.

"Brother Chu, go... Come and sleep." Murong Yin, "we... Sleep one head each."

"All right." Chu Jiang was not polite either. He hugged him and kissed him. He was too polite.

Chu Jiang, who was not polite, also got into the quilt, but Murong Yin's head turned East and Chu Jiang's head turned west.

It was the end of October, and the daily range in the countryside was still relatively large. It was still very cold at night. Occasionally, a cool wind blew in through the cracks of the red bricks, making Murong sound in the quilt a little trembling.

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

"Go, I'm warm, what's cold?" Murong Yin rolled his eyes and roast up. Murong Yin, who had a hard mouth, trembled slightly as soon as he finished speaking.

"In front of my brother, what kind of force." Chu Jiang turned around, his head was facing east, and then gave Murong Yin a solid hug, and then resolutely said, "don't worry, just hold you, the cliff doesn't take advantage of you."

Go, hold such a beautiful woman and say it's not cheap. It seems that only brother Jiang can brazenly say such words.

"Well." Murong Yin, who was worried about catching a cold, answered softly, which was a promise.

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

"I'm Changjiang, I'm Changjiang... I don't want to participate in the selection of the best female anchor of the year, don't..." when Chu Jiang was about to fall asleep, Murong Yin got up in a dream.

After hearing this, Chu Jiang remembered that twelve o'clock tonight was the final deadline for the third round, so he smiled faintly and took out his mobile phone to operate for a while.

Suddenly, Chu Jiang had an impulse to wake up Murong Yin and tell Murong Yin that he was the Yangtze River.

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

It turned out that this girl liked me as the Yangtze River and her brother Chu in her heart. Chu Jiang's heart warmed and held Murong Yin tighter.

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, with a warm heart, hugged Murong Yin until dawn.

When he woke up the next day, Murong Yin was still in his arms, looking at him with clear big eyes.

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

"Go!" Murong Yin rolled her eyes and broke away from Chu Jiang, "virtue."

When she left Chu Jiang's arms, her heart seemed to be a little lost. Maybe she was lamenting that the story in bed last night had not developed in depth.

"Hey, why is it so noisy outside?" Chu River also turned over.

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

"Good." Chu Jiang is quite interested in rural affairs. Besides, yesterday's big talk has been said. He wants to get justice for Murong Yin's father.

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

"Let's eat a bowl of porridge quickly, and then go and have a look." Murong Yin said as he filled a bowl of porridge for Chu Jiang and himself.

The radish, green vegetables and white porridge were very refreshing. Chu Jiang ate two bowls in a row and Murong Yin ate one, so they set out.

Everyone in the village rushed in one direction, and Murong Yin took lachujiang's hand and rushed in that direction.

"Get up!" Chu Jiang made a little effort, and Murong Yin followed Chu Jiang with his feet off the ground, as if he were flying in the clouds.

Murong Yin looked at the Chu River next to him in surprise, but Chu River was like Xinting leisurely walking, his face was not red, and he was out of breath.

Chu River followed the flow of people and soon came to the ancestral temple of Murong family.

Murong Yin village has almost more than 1000 people, almost all surnamed Murong. They share a ancestral temple, the Murong family ancestral temple.

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

To put it bluntly, the ancestral temple of Murong family is built in a mountain depression. It sounds better to build the ancestral temple like this.

When they rushed to Chu Jiang, hundreds of people were already surrounded outside the Murong ancestral temple, and there was a roar of voices.

"Ancestral temple can't be demolished, no matter how much money you give! Ancestral temple can't be demolished, no matter how much money you give!" People shouted and excitedly waved their carrying poles, hoes, sickles and other weapons.

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

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

"But this is our ancestral temple. How can we just tear it down!" Murong Yin also said indignantly.

"Yes, how can ancestral temples of hundreds of years be moved casually?" Everyone around said excitedly.

"Our Murong family doesn't agree, and they dare to demolish it?" Murong Yin asked suspiciously.

"But our patriarch agreed, saying that it was for the sake of the overall situation. To put it bluntly, our patriarch just used other people's benefits!" An uncle took over the conversation and said.

"Yes, the ancestral temple can't be demolished. You can't demolish it at any price!" Then uncle and aunt followed and shouted slogans.

Murong Yin and Chu Jiang found Murong Yin's father and asked him. What Murong Jun said was almost the same as what the uncle and aunt in front of him said.

"At the moment, more than a dozen villagers' representatives are negotiating with the clan head's family, all in it, and behind the clan head's family stand dozens of people on the road, all armed and evil." Murong Jun pointed inside the ancestral hall as he said.

"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 have a look." Murong Jun shook his head and said, "it's harder to stay at home without knowing anything."

"Well, be careful yourself." Murong Yin looked concerned, and then said to Chu Jiang, "brother Chu, let's go inside and have a look."

"Good." Chu Jiang took Murong Yin's hand, squeezed it for a while, and entered Murong family ancestral temple.

"Villagers, villagers, we need to have a sense of the overall situation. It is very beneficial for our village for the country to build highways near our village. If the ancestral temple is relocated, it can at least save hundreds of millions or even billions of financial resources for the country!" A clan head in his sixties and seventies was talking loudly, with an air of awe inspiring righteousness.

"Is it to save money for the country or for this contracting company?" A tall middle-aged villager said with a sickle in his hand.

"...." the patriarch immediately stopped talking.