Chapter 112:

For a while, Zhao Lanxiang fell off with him, her hand was pressed by him, and she had to stare at him with open eyes.
She just wanted to feed some milk to He Songbai, but today's atmosphere is too good, the night is too beautiful, and the lights are so soft and just right. The man in front of her is so strong and strong that her heart is thumping and her heart is full. Itchy. Such a great figure is invisible to the old man.
He Songbai hugged her waist, where it was slender and soft, and he pinched hard.
After pinching, he rubbed her.
Zhao Lanxiang thought that if his conscience discovered Ken to stop, she would "discover conscience".
But this night, He Songbai, as if running away from home, was slowly unbuttoning her clothes.
He gasped quickly, as if in a dream, with a fascinating and pious face.
He said, "Don't move, I will take a look."
Believe in his evil.
He Songbai really couldn't look directly at her wet eyes lying on the bed, her clear and pure eyes seemed to make his dirty thoughts clear.
But he couldn't help it, and his fingers followed the magical obedience to his heart. When he saw the dazzling whiteness and touched the woman's soft and fragrant skin, his spine seemed to be electrified.
He was awake as a whole, and his drink was almost gone.
He Songbai gazed at the beauty that belonged to her alone, took a deep breath around her, and shivered uncontrollably.
"You are beautiful." He said hoarsely.
In the late night of midwinter, the north wind screamed out of the window, and the cold and rapid winter rain rustled underground in the middle of the night.
Inside the house is a group of warm spring colors, the warm sweet fragrance belonging to the women melts together.
...
During the day, Zhao Lanxiang woke up and found that He Songbai had already gotten up.
He bitterly frowned deeply.
Zhao Lanxiang closed her eyes and embraced the quilt full of the man's dry taste, and slept again. In the winter, everyone loves to sleep, even grandma and big sister are no exception.
He Songbai called her up, but he moved her cautiously as a thief, and secretly sent her back to her house while others were not paying attention.
He said, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't be like this."
Although it didn't break through the last step, it was already defiled her purity. He Songbai remembered the decision he had vowed to make when he promised to talk to him. At this moment, he just thought it was like a hot slap in the face.
Pain, my face hurts.
He lowered his head and dared not look at her eyes.
He said: "Wait for Spring, I will come to the house to raise my relatives. I..."
Zhao Lanxiang responded with a smile: "Okay."
He Songbai said, "Since you wake up, you can wake up and eat breakfast."
After the subject had finished washing, he brought Yangchun's noodles that had just come out of the pot to her and handed them over. He watched her little pink mouth sip noodles in a mouthful, delicate and gentle, and finally ate up a whole bowl of noodles. He Songbai felt that his heart was full.
He said: "I have to return the book while the university is on holiday. I will go today and help you buy the train ticket."
Zhao Lanxiang thought that she had nothing to do, and said: "I want to go too, and bring some special products here to my parents."
He Songbai nodded and agreed. He packed some thick books into his backpack and let the subject go in his car first.
...
Zhao Lanxiang came to X University and she said, "The book I printed for you was also borrowed from here."
He Songbai put away the bicycle and pulled out the book: "Gu Gong introduced me to here. His friend is the principal of University x. There is a library here to find books, but it is too humane."
"You are waiting here, I will go back as soon as I go."
Thinking that returning the book was not a delay, Zhao Lanxiang responded, "Hurry up and go back."
He Songbai nodded.
He handed the book back to the principal Fu, who was an old man who was more than a year old and was not very kind.
He asked sternly: "Your college entrance examination results are out."
"Have you reported X?"
He Songbai answered honestly, "No."
Principal Fu was very dissatisfied with his answer, but said nothing.
He Songbai shuttled through the empty campus. When I usually came here, I saw these workers, peasants, soldiers and soldiers coming and going. I was very envious.
But he will also be one of them, this time he finally feels no outsiders.
He took a road before picking up the car, and He Songbai thought about turning into the trail, so that at least half of the distance could be saved.
The trail is fragrant, and the dead branches and leaves are spread all over the ground. There will be a rustling sound when you step on it.
He Songbai unexpectedly met Wu Yong.
He helped a female student to walk. It was raining last night. The muddy trails were slippery and wet. When he saw He Songbai, he crossed his eyes in surprise. Then he slipped on the soles of his feet and fell over.
He Songbai hurried up and helped both of them greedy.
He grabbed Wu Yong's thin hand, and his rough thumb pinched Wu Yong's shoulder, which prevented Wu Yong's doom on all four feet.
This... touch, He Songbai froze for a moment, he withdrew his own hand.
Wu Yong picked up the glasses that fell on the ground, but it happened to fall on the thick leaves without breaking.
He Songbai asked the female student: "Don't fall, what's going on?"
Wu Yong said: "She suddenly felt dizzy and I helped out--"
He hadn't finished speaking yet, and a meteor-like casserole punch threw hard at his facade.
"Ah-hitting someone -" the stunned and dizzy female student screamed, and quickly pulled away He Songbai.
"what's wrong with you?"
He Songbai finally let go of his hand and put down the cruel words: "You better converge, don't let me catch the tail."
Wu Yong crawled up from the ground in embarrassment. He covered the broken lens with his hand. "What are you talking about?"
...
Zhao Lanxiang waited for a long time without waiting for someone, put the bicycle outside the door, and walked into the campus by himself. Bicycles have been registered at the police station this year, and others are afraid to steal.
After two steps, she saw He Songbai approaching head-on.
He was holding a hot corn cob in his hand, and both handed it to Zhao Lanxiang.
"Are you hungry, eat it."
As if he had passed the intimacy of last night, his posture was lower and he was more courteous. It used to be that one person would eat one at a time, but now he will hand her both.
Zhao Lanxiang gave him one, and he ate the corn three times and five times.
"Go, let's go back."
Zhao Lanxiang was sitting behind his bicycle and hugged his sturdy and strong waist. His broad shoulders were warm and insecure. She asked: "How did you spend so long just now?"
He Songbai returned a long time ago: "Go bought two corns."
Zhao Lanxiang asked no more. They pulled two pieces of cloth in the department store in the city, totaling nine feet and eight, and bought a thermos again.
Zhao Lanxiang said: "The one at home has not kept warm for a long time. If you change a thermos, you don't need to heat hot water often in winter. Granny can drink easily."
He Songbai bought two, also known as two pounds of fruit candy.
Sweets such as caramel, nougat and sesame can be made cheaper. Fruit-flavored sugar is an industrial product. If it is expensive, you can get an industrial certificate. In Zhao Lanxiang's view, the taste is not as good as artisanal sugar, but then people are looking for something fresh, and eating fruit candy for New Year's Day has a face.
Needless to say, like chocolate candy and toffee, there is no price but no market. It is rarely sold here.
Zhao Lanxiang had an orange flavor in his mouth. While he stopped by the mountain road to rest, he kissed Song Songbai.
"Do you taste sweet or not?"
"Sweet." His eyebrows contained warmth that was too thick to melt away.
In the afternoon, He Songbai returned the bicycle to his friends in the city and took the object to the car. After arriving in the county, I went to Li Zhong’s house for a meal and took out my own Phoenix car.
Tossing the car in such a toss, they approached home at dusk.
Zhao Lanxiang was so tired that he washed his face and went back to bed. He Songbai put the bicycle away but walked straight to the bullpen.
Prophet Hu fell asleep next to the heater, Gu Huaijin added firewood by the stove, and from time to time dug the sweet potatoes that were buried inside to see if he was cooked.
His hair is gray, and he has added a lot of silver wire when he first came to Hezitun last year. The fire of coal shone on his face, vaguely illuminating the wrinkles in the corners of his eyes, and his face squinting slightly, contented and old.
He Songbai walked over and whispered to him, "I have something to say, come with me."
Gu Huaijin glared at the stinky boy and said angrily: "I'm roasting sweet potatoes. What mysterious secrets can't be said here?"
Sweet potato is definitely a boring food for rural people, but this year, Zhao Lanxiang was entrusted by Gu Shuoming, and he took care of Gu Huaijin’s food. Although he can’t say he was allowed to eat meat, Gu Huaijin also followed What to eat, you can also eat some malted milk to supplement nutrition. Until now, Gu Huaijin didn't dislike the taste of sweet potatoes, but often roasted a few in winter to get rid of frozen.
He Songbai said in a low voice.
Gu Huaijin immediately gave up his beloved roasted sweet potatoes and followed He Songbai.
On a small dirt somewhere inconspicuous, He Songbai said a long time to Gu Huaijin. His one-piece mouth seemed to give Gu Huaijin a knife. Gu Huaijin heard a sudden change in his face.
He Songbai said lightly: "Why, can't you believe me?"
Gu Huaijin shook his head. At this moment, his mind turned to the ashes on the mountain last winter. Gu Huaijin was never a person who did not know what to do, and it would have been a life saved, but he refused to think deeply. Prophet Hu mentioned Wu Yong's case many times, Gu Huaijin was able to help, but procrastinated.
What owes humanity is a pretext. He Songbai is not a student who has not come and gone in the library of x University?
"If you are right, this person is abominable." He said for a long time after being silent.
"All the sage books are read into the dog's stomach."
He Songbai breathed a sigh of relief, "That's good, quickly write a report letter to your old friend, this kind of person must not stay in school."
Gu Huaijin promised solemnly, and soon wrote a letter with the anger of his stomach.
By the warm fireside, the sleeping figure was long gone.
The author has something to say:
small theater:
Ping Shengjun: I risked my life and gave you a broth
Ping Shengjun who tried on the edge said that he was trembling, worried, and afraid.
Bangbo: Oh
Beautiful fragrance: oh
Go ahead and try again?