Chapter 89:

Zhao Lanxiang paused and took a deep breath. His eyes were clear and bright, and the water was like a young girl who opened her mouth. The shyness inadvertently appeared like a crippling butterfly, crossing the heart of the person, and unreasonably stirred his calm heart for a whole pool of ripples without knowing it.
Jiang Jianjun took a deep breath and tried his best to control the chill from his heart.
He took a deep breath and tried his best to maintain his calm complexion. He said quietly, "Oh?"
There is a momentary blank in Jiang Jianjun's mind, which is based on the frustration caused by the change in the familiar trajectory.
If it wasn’t for the accident of this life, follow the path of the previous life, at this time he and Zhao Lanxiang should have been talking about marriage.
Yes, the opportunity for Jiang Jianjun to return to life is that this life, he did not stay well in the hospital to recuperate, insisting on returning to the army. As a result, his head was hurt, and he didn't have time to discuss the marriage with Zhao Lanxiang. Zhao Lanxiang, who didn't get a response, hid in the countryside in disappointment.
And...when waking up one day after the operation, Jiang Jianjun's core was changed.
Zhao Lanxiang nodded.
"Fang Jing asked me about you some time ago. When you came back, you just happened to talk to her, you..."
She opened her eyes and talked nonsense, who is Fang Jing, can't wait to leave Zhao Lanxiang clean and still talk to her?
Zhao Lanxiang is pure Jiang Yingjun Jiang Jiangjun, reminding him to go to Bai Yueguang, do not come to her to find a sense of presence.
This Fang Jing is the white moonlight of Jiang Jianjun's last life. He has the temperament of a book, weak and tough. Jiang Jianjun appreciates her very much.
Jiang Jianjun's throat rolled, his voice extremely dry and dumb, he said: "You read the letter I wrote to you, you should understand my intentions."
His sharp and deep eyes stared at Zhao Lanxiang.
Zhao Lanxiang shook her heart and put herself on several thick "armor".
She stared at Jiang Jianjun both regretfully and happily, listening to him saying that her face was a little bit more. As a woman's "vanity". Yes, she tried her best to behave like a normal girl, and was favored by such a good man. Young girls must be somewhat "proud".
Zhao Lanxiang said happily and said: "Thank you, but..."
"We are precious and pure comradeship, right?"
Jiang Jianjun only felt the temple twitching painfully, and he barely spit out a word with a black face: "Well..."
This sound is both depressed and short.
Zhao Lanxiang, who was familiar with him, seemed to feel his anxious and rich psychological activity through his serious face.
What else can Jiang Jianjun do in addition to Zhao Lanxiang?
He can make her like the first time, and there will be the second time, the third time...She is not married yet, and he has too many means to save.
He closed his eyes slightly, and a long setting sun appeared in front of her. The women were surrounded by their warm little nests, wearing a green shirt apron around their waists, and made three or two small dishes waiting for him to return.
The next moment the screen changed, his nose seemed to smell the rust, her face faded with blood, and blood continued to flow from her legs, no matter how he ran, he could not run out of time. He will never let her down in this life, nor will he repeat the tragedy.
Jiang Jianjun looked at the woman intact in front of her eyes, ripped her thin lips, and wished her: "Happy New Year."
"Happy New Year, goodbye." Zhao Lanxiang said.
Jiang Jianjun stared at the figure of the woman leaving, his eyes filled with strong emotions, as if he could eat people, and it was terribly hot, like a lunatic. The silhouette of the muscular and majestic body in the sunset seemed to grow longer. The faint and soft light hit his side, reflecting his dull and unpredictable look.
What about her seeing other men?
...
On the second day of the Chinese New Year, Zhao Lanxiang accompanied Feng Lian to his grandfather and grandma’s house. The second elder had passed away two years ago, but the old house was still there, and the two uncles were still there.
Xiao Huzi got a pocket of small red envelopes, and smiled at the money like a treasurer.
Zhao Lanxiang slapped his little hand and snorted: "Go back and tear down the red envelope, now it's rude to count."
Little Huzi screamed, put the New Year's money in her sister's pocket, and played with her cousins ​​and cousins ​​without any burden.
From the first day and the second day to the fifth day, the Zhao family went to the grandparents' house for dinner.
Zhao Lanxiang eats his food while holding his brother's eyes and eyes. The dishes on the table are all Chinese cabbage buckle meat. These are the dishes that adults eat. Little Huzi can eat very few dishes, and eating a piece of buckle meat quickly becomes tired. . The meat dishes they made were greasy and sturdy, and Xiao Huzi was used to the good food and dishes made by her sister. At first glance, the level fell straight.
Moreover, grandpa and grandma adore frugality, or say that the uncle who lives with them buckles and does not want to spend money on food and clothing, and the reunion dinner is not carefully prepared to entertain the family.
Watching Sun Zi dig a bowl of white rice without eating chopsticks, Grandma took out his own fried Sixi Wanzi and gave it to him. Xiao Huzi ate one very happy.
All the rest was taken away by Zhao Juxiang. Zhao Juxiang was the second daughter of the uncle and was only two years younger than Zhao Lanxiang.
She snatched Xiao Huzi's without any care, and Zhao Lanxiang unkindly mentioned it.
"Don't you leave this bowl of for grandparents?"
Zhao Juxiang ate three, then stopped and smiled one for each grandpa and grandma.
The first aunt started to pull up her daily routine and complained "happily": "Brother has many things on hand during the New Year. He said that the party and the people need him. Since he has provoked this beam, he has to do his best to play his role. He will not come back. But he wants me to say hello to the child, his grandfather and his grandma, so that you can pay more attention to your body."
Zhao Xiong listened, his mouth closed with a smile, and happily opened a bottle of wine and drank half of it.
His greatest pride is to train the elder son who eats national food. Zhao Xiong said with a big smile: "He can serve the people wholeheartedly, that is, he will not go home for three or five years, and I feel full when I drink boiled water.
The other two disobedient sons silently lowered their heads silently.
Zhao Juxiang and his brother are undoubtedly Zhao Xiong’s favorite grandchildren. They vigorously served them vegetables on the reunion dinner table. The meatballs cut by Zhao Lanxiang all fell into Zhao Juxiang’s bowl.
Zhao Lanxiang touched the warm fine porcelain bowl and whispered to Xiao Huzi, "Let's go home and eat."
Grandma stared at Ju Xiang, and learned: "You have eaten all the meatballs, what will your brother eat?"
"Go back and write a review book."
Grandma glared at Grandpa again, and when Zhao Xiong didn't see it, he happily drank and drank.
Grandma is not partial to the little tiger, but feels that she can't raise the child. In fact, the weight of the uncle's family on the second elder side is beyond the reach of the other two sons.
After dinner, the uncle and the aunt sealed a big red envelope in turn to the sister and the aunt, and the aunt said softly to Zhao Lanxiang: "We have always been worried that you will endure hardship in the country."
"Now see if my heart has fallen."
Zhao Lanxiang said: "The farm work is not too heavy and can be eaten. I have done more and now my physical fitness is stronger than before."
Aunt Zhao looked at her niece's white cheeks and ruddy cheeks before she believed it.
After dinner, the Zhao family of four left.
Aunt Zhao asked her husband to drive four nieces to drive home. Zhao Lanxiang's young uncle Zhao Yongxin was in charge of the department store. The leaders had a common red flag car to facilitate office work everywhere. During the Spring Festival, it was the turn of Zhao Yongxin who was still working. If he stays in peacetime, he still has a driver for driving!
Zhao Lanxiang got into the car, relieved, and said to Zhao Yongqing, "Fortunately, I didn't live with them."
"Every day is not in a good mood."
Feng Lian said: "Niu Niu you are also stingy, you haven't seen it, your cousin's face is not right."
Although she taught her daughter severely on the face, she actually smiled a little indifferently.
Zhao Lanxiang raised her palms helplessly and only swears, "This kind of behavior will be swollen if you want to put the palm of our family."
"Heaven and earth conscience, I just remind her. But the father and mother are good at life, innocent and lively are also good in grandparents' eyes."
If it weren’t for Zhao Yongqing’s struggle with Feng Lian, the salary was high, and food and clothing were not lacking, he didn’t care so much about grandpa and grandma’s attitude.
But the uncle is the only one in the family who has a bright future and they have a bright future. They also talk in private that no one will offend.
Year after year, little by little accumulated, Zhao Juxiang's princess was almost a bit worse than Jiang Li. However, Jiang Li is a true princess. At best, Zhao Juxiang is a grass chicken with only a few phoenix hairs inserted.
When Zhao Lanxiang was a child, Feng Lian was just a new fledgling teacher with low wages and hard work. Zhao Yongqing was also a small employee, and his family had a very hard time. Every time I went back to my grandparents' house for a reunion dinner, Zhao Lanxiang had to take a breath.
When she grows up, her parents and grandparents get along and become more friendly, eliminating the gap.
Aunt Zhao is among the juniors who are in the car, it's not easy to vomit, but after getting out of the car, he said to Feng Lian: "Big brother is getting better every year, we can't climb high."
"A while ago, Niu Niu and her aunt took a hand to borrow some money and turned around. She nodded at her nostrils, and after seeing us, I didn't even let go of the loan for a while..."
Feng Lian asked: "What do you do with borrowed money?"
Aunt Zhao said, "Niu Niu, her uncle saved some money to build a house."
"You also know that with that point of dead salary, the house money has to be saved for many years, but now I have news, and I'm upset with them living together every day."
Although the housing prices in G City are not as scary as those of future generations, it is still necessary to buy a house with a courtyard of two thousand yuan.
Feng Lian was pleasantly surprised, and quickly looked at Huan's belly.
Zhao Yongxin and his wife have been married for nearly eight years, and there has been no news. I have taken a lot of medicine for many years, and I still haven't moved in these years. Zhao Yongqing was worried that when they were gone, he once wanted to adopt his daughter to his brother.
However, Zhao Lanxiang was stubborn and went to live with her uncle for a while, and then ran back again. There was no follow-up to the inheritance. But Zhao Yongxin's couple really regarded her as a girl.
Feng Lian said: "I asked Yong Qing if he could get the money together."
...
There were two parents there, and Zhao Lanxiang took her younger brother out of the car. She closed the door carefully, and the little tiger ran back to the house like a whirlwind. It is estimated that he had not eaten enough to turn over the food.
She took out her scarf and surrounded her face, and suddenly the sight before her glanced, and a gray shadow flickered past.
Zhao Yongkang took out the key and asked his niece in surprise: "It's freezing cold, what is the pestle doing here, and not going back to the house?"
Zhao Lanxiang said with a smile: "I am full, go out to digest."
She asked her uncle to go back to the house first, and she took a step to "digest" herself. She walked through the streets and walked the nearby path, and finally got more and more anxious, and could not help but roared:
"You come out yourself, or do I have to pull you out?"
"I see you all!"
Zhao Lanxiang waited for a long time, and did not know if He Songbai was nearby. When she glanced at his familiar figure just now, the whole person was shocked.
Not only was he surprised that he had come here on a long journey, but also worried about whether something had happened to him. In general, the mood was extremely complicated. After being surprised and worried, she walked in the alley and wondered about the Chinese New Year. Moth, he can come here...
Zhao Lanxiang's heart thumped violently, and the cheek buried in the scarf suddenly became hot.
But after walking for so long, he avoided her shyly, and Rao Zhao Lanxiang couldn't help but be "anxious".
After a while, the dark place came out quietly.
He was wearing that black jacket and coat. The slim design of the coat made his posture grow longer. He didn't care about his hair because there were customs in the first month to cut his hair. His flowing hair covered his forehead, and he felt a sense of unrestrainedness. It looks better than a silly board.
He was particularly neatly harvested, and deliberately squeezed a bit, and the country's soil boy had a feeling of rebirth, which made people shine.
Zhao Lanxiang's eyes were full of pink, not only admiring his handsome and handsome appearance when he was young, but also deliberately packing up the man-like appearance for him and deliberately coming over to meet her and was heart-wrenching.
He Songbai yelled and explained in a low voice: "I... I buy vaccines for piglets."
"Your side is a big city, so you can find some medicine."
Zhao Lanxiang believed everything he said now. He said, Zhao Lanxiang nodded and said, Zhao Lanxiang finally asked him with a smile: "When did you get off the train?"
"are you hungry?"
"Is there a place to stay?"
He Songbai nodded and answered the past one by one: "The car at noon is not too hungry, and settled in the guest house."
Zhao Lanxiang thought, now that the fifth day is over, isn't he going to leave on the fourth day?
"You are a fool, silly, don't I go back in a few days?"
He Songbai's ears suddenly turned red, and he explained incoherently: "Really, I'm here to buy medicine."
Also... by the way, do the bad things of speculation.
City S is too far away from them. City G, as a relatively developed city in the south, is also rich in industrial products. Cough... Another reason is that his pig farm's budget is running out and he has to find some way to make money. This time he came with Li Zhong's fourth uncle.
He Songbai was very happy to do this kind of thing with the big guys for the first time, even if it was just a incidental person brought out to meet the world.
What's even more joyful is that this happened to be the target's home. He could come and see her by the way. He didn't intend to alarm her. He just wanted to take a closer look.
It is good to see no one see where she grew up, and the scenery she is familiar with. He only needs to take a look to be satisfied.
Unexpectedly, she came down from the car suddenly, and she didn't see the earthy buns in the world before she was caught off guard.
He Songbai pulled his legs and ran, but as the sky was getting late, the subject was still swaying in the alley. He Songbai thought about the insecurity, and finally came out with a scalp.
He dragged his head in silence, unable to look directly at the subject's teasing expression at the moment.
Zhao Lanxiang looked at the night, looked down at his watch, and shoved He Songbai: "Go, take me to your guest house."
He Songbai nodded and took Zhao Lanxiang to his guest house.
He knew the address of Zhao Lanxiang's family. Because he accidentally glanced at her family book, he always had a good memory to make him remember, so when choosing to settle on the ground, he carefully chose a place a little away from the target's home.
He pulled out a "fake certificate", Zhao Lanxiang successfully passed the waiter's pass, followed him into the hotel.
Zhao Lanxiang entered the room and closed the door.
"You, what are you?"
She looked at the fake certificate in He Songbai's hands and was simply amazed, but it was only a few days apart from him. The man had changed his shotgun to gunshots, and he was stunned.
She carefully looked at their "marriage certificate" and smiled at He Songbai, only to think that the night was beautiful, and he was also very cute.
He Songbai coughed awkwardly and said, "This was helped by Li Zhong's fourth uncle."
He seemed to be angrily snatching the fake certificate, carefully and properly put it into his luggage, but his ears quietly dripped blood.
"Don't be shy, okay, I know it's wrong."
"I don't laugh at you anymore."
Zhao Lanxiang swears.
He Songbai was so embarrassed that he was just scratching the wall, and when he was anxious again, he was afraid to leave after finishing his work.
This is not possible, her leave can be taken until the eighth day of the New Year... She also wants to go back to the country happily with him.
At this time, it was the Spring Festival, the guests of the guest house were sparse, the waiters who were still on duty were few, and the food they could provide was very sparse, and there was no chance of heating.
Even after the lapse of time, even the hot water stopped. Zhao Lanxiang complained about the poor service of the guest house during the Chinese New Year, and he couldn't help feeling distressed.
"Or... go to my house for a meal?" she suggested.
He Songbai heard that and almost stumbled against the wall.
He said, "It's alright, I have eaten it."
"I also take a cold shower at home. Wait a while and I will send you back immediately."
He took a hurry to take a cold shower, and came out and saw the subject sitting on the head of his bed like a fairy, rummaging through the things in his bag.
Zhao Lanxiang rolled the man's luggage.
Very simple.
Two sets of personal clothing, a certificate, a book, a pen, and a little leftover dry food, and nothing else.
She couldn't help but took a red envelope from her pocket and stuffed it in.
She jumped out of bed and hugged him and kissed him.
"Happy New Year, He Songbai."
The woman's soft body filled his arms, warm and warm, and the heartbeats connected by the chests of the two people could be clearly heard. He was hugged by a full-hearted He Songbai, his head suddenly dizzy, and a strong sense of stimulation poured into his head, making him dizzy with happiness.
Before New Year's Eve, I missed the regret of sending her home, but compared with the nephrite Wenxiang in front of me, it was not worth mentioning.
But he didn't dare to be a daring lady, but stood upright and let her hug. It took a long time before he lowered his head to cover her lips, smiled heavily, and his chest trembled.
"You too, Happy New Year."
Zhao Lanxiang was wrapped in honey, sweet and full of sweetness, and looked up to bear the kiss he longed for.
...
Zhao Lanxiang didn't get dizzy until he was sent home by the man: Jiang Jianjun came back, and He Songbai also came. If they accidentally hit the two, there was a danger of blood splashing on the spot!
She was so excited that she came awake.
Her worries were right. Sure enough, Jiang Jianjun came to the door the next day.
Zhao Lanxiang, Zhao Lanxiang’s cousin, was asking her how to make rice cakes, which was actually a craze for her family’s pastries and wanted to eat more.
Aunt Zhang Hongying brought a little fruit, but Feng Lian failed them, but had to endure the pain and cut the roasted egg yolk into half.
She hid her teeth in the kitchen and said to her husband: "The more money you have, the more you love to take advantage!"
Zhao Yongqing comforted his wife, "They are all relatives. In the future, if we have any difficulties, we will find them to take the hand."
Feng Lian snorted. "It's better."
She packed a small basket of half a pound of egg yolk and walked out. Zhao Juxiang immediately grabbed a piece of it and ate it.
Zhang Hongying said with a smile: "We are ready to graduate, and I am thinking that I should find a relative for her... Niu Niu is a clever child, and this unique skill is really admirable."
"Niu Niu can advise your sister so that she can find a loved one, the aunt will be grateful in your life."
Zhao Lanxiang chewed the crunchy apples, heard the words and put down the core, and said lightly: "I can't talk about advice. I think the old society has passed, and women are not supposed to be in the kitchen. I have been in my house for so many years Dad cooks, did he say anything?"
"Learn this and you can find your loved ones, let's just forget this..."
Feng Lian was dumbfounded at her daughter's poisonous tongue.
But she heard it very comfortably and did not stop her at all.
Zhao Lanxiang continued: "Now the standard for measuring women is culture, willingness to endure hardship, and contribution to the country to society. Let me teach my sister how to cook, rather than let me teach her how to be a person who contributes to the country."
She smiled her white teeth with a smile.
Zhao Juxiang was also dumbfounded, his face pale with anger for a while before he calmed down.
She smiled coldly: "I don't deserve the elder sister's advice. Forget it, mom. Let's stop coming home. Look at her attitude towards you, she--"
Before Zhao Juxiang's words were finished, the door rang loudly.
Everyone gathered in the room, and the little tiger was playing outside. Feng Lian did not cover the door but opened it, so a handsome and dazzling man came in.
He said hello: "Aunt and uncle, I am a friend of Comrade Zhao."
"Specially to give you a New Year!"
The Zhang Hongying family also lived in the military compound, and Zhao Juxiang's grandfather Zhao Xiong happened to be under Jiang Jianjun's father. She was familiar with this outstanding military officer from childhood.
The next moment she was ready to speak a mean word, so big that she could cram eggs.
Zhao Juxiang's words choked in his throat, and his eyes were as bright as daylight.
"Jiang, Brother Jiang?"
Jiang Jianjun inspected the people in the room, frowning slightly.
Zhao Lanxiang met Jiang Jianjun at the moment and thought of He Songbai in City G, but he felt big.
She put away the irony, and sat upright. Patience waited until Jiang Jianjun finished introducing himself and properly interrupted his next words.
"Something to talk about?"
Jiang Jianjun saw the woman's slightly uncomfortable complexion, he smiled slightly and followed the people out.
Zhao Lanxiang threw the box of nutrients he sent to him, and said angrily: "Are you really a bone?"
"Do you really understand people's words or fake ones?"
"I have someone I like, and I hope you don't cause him trouble."
Jiang Jianjun's face couldn't help but darkened, his face tense, and his full heart was disgusted by him, which was a big blow, especially Zhao Lanxiang's attitude.
But seeing her as a young girl full of vitality and anxiety, he hasn't seen him for many years.
Jiang Jianjun tried his best to smile with a smile: "Who is your favorite person?"
Mom, all the people who dig him in the corner are all right?
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