Chapter 22: Heart burst

Wen Xian narrowed her eyebrows and looked over. From this angle, she didn't know what she saw at the wide-open courtyard gate. She was startled suddenly.
When the people outside got closer, Wen Xian's eyes twitched with a cigarette still in the tip of a finger.
The people who came outside were grandma and... her son who should be.
Wen Xian squinted his eyes slightly, staring at the sturdy chubby dun from a long distance and jumping around
rub.
The corners of her lips twitched, and she couldn't help holding her forehead funny.
It seems that she really didn't say anything wrong just now. Not only did the young men in Tibetan areas grow majestic and majestic, but the flowers and bones were also very strong.
But there is no need to sit here.
It's still young after all.
Lu Xiao walked out from inside.
Today is the weekend, he seems to be free after a busy week.
But for him, regardless of weekends or weekends, as soon as something happens, it will be over.
He watched Wen Xian smoking a cigarette, his brows were slightly condensed, but he didn't say anything, and then headed towards the kitchen side.
Wen Xianben Yuguang seemed to perceive his figure, she slowly turned around and stared at it.
? ?
What is he doing?
Wen Xian thought that she had to tell him about leaving. She hesitated and walked up.
There is a self-made iron stove at the back of the kitchen next to the wall, with a big hole.
Wen Xian thought, if it is used for heating and baking in winter, the fierce flames must be very exciting.
Just as she thought about it, she saw Lu Xiao take out the gloves that she put aside, knives and sharpeners, waiting to continue working.
"This, this is what you did!?"
Wen Xian was surprised.
The man took off his coat casually and put it on the shelf next to him.
He was only wearing a black T-shirt, and his sleeves were rolled up randomly, revealing his strong slender arms that were close to bronze.
The arm was very tough, and Wen Xian saw that when he picked up the polishing tool, some blue veins were faintly reflected on his little arm.
Wen Xian looked at his strong bronze arm, and then looked down at his thin white arm.
Suddenly, he seemed to be a little bit ridiculous, and his throat slipped.
The strong contrast of this color, the contrast of toughness and slenderness, the contrast of this man and woman
Lu Xiao took out a box of cigarettes worth a few dollars, took out a cigarette at random, stuffed it in his mouth, glanced at her, and then spoke a little more vaguely: "...Why? No?"
While talking, he looked for a lighter by his hand.
But in my pocket, the lighter seems to be gone.
He blinked, his eyes suddenly turned to Wen Xian.
Wen Xianzheng looked at him, then at the iron stove under his feet, and smiled dryly: "Okay, why not."
Also, their men here are different from those in the bustling big cities.
Everything is readily available in big cities, and most of the time they need to do it themselves.
This also makes him super-hands able to do everything.
Lu Xiao, it's really good.
Wen Xianzheng lowered his head to admire the iron stove, and suddenly noticed him coming.
She raised her eyes, and she was taken aback.
She was still biting a cigarette holder between her lips and teeth, and the slender Marlboro cigarette flickered brightly and flickered red.
And he suddenly leaned over, bowed his head, and leaned over.
Wen Xian: "..."
She stared blankly at his face suddenly close at hand, and froze.
For a moment, there was a buzzing in my mind, like an old black and white TV with snowflakes.
Lu Xiao's long and dark eyebrows drooped slightly.
The indifferent sight fell on the cigarette holder where the two met.
The cigarette in his mouth burned through her slender cigarette butt.
[Nine brothers: I'm sorry, my dears, Nine brothers will explode first! ! ]