Chapter 47:

After getting on the bus, he was a little silent. He was thinking about what the old lady would look for in the past.
It’s always impossible because she was sick. She suddenly figured out, would like to forgive He Wei, and accepted him by the way?
The ironic look in his eyes flashed past, and he hadn’t thought much more. He was stuffed with a peeled sugar and fried chestnut.
"It's sweet and awkward, it's delicious."
Meng Yu said, and he continued to peel the chestnuts. His movements were slow and his expression was very focused. It seemed that he needed to do so. He could peel off chestnuts. This is also the case, his daily hands-on ability is really poor, even the chestnuts are no exception.
He chewed it, and Meng Yu did not say anything wrong. It was really sweet and very embarrassing, just like Meng Meng himself.
He took over the sugar-fried chestnut paper bag held by Meng Hao's arms, peeled it off three or four times faster than Meng Hao, and then fed it to him.
"I am going to peel," he said, when Meng Yu stopped and chewed the food, he bowed his head and kissed him with a sweet lips.
Meng Yu’s Yu Guang couldn’t help but want to go forward, but unfortunately he was too close to him, and he could not find anyone except him.
"Then I stripped this," he said, moving forward slightly, as if he had kissed the lips of his relatives, his eyes bent, and the winds of the painted eyebrows, the moment, became fascinating.
He was patient, and he resisted the urge to continue to press on the pro.
Meng Yu peeled off the chestnuts in his hand and still fed it to him. Then he asked for another one. He continued to peel slowly and seriously, and he was also fed a lot.
A large bag of sugar-fried chestnuts went down halfway. Look at the window, roll up the bag and put it in a cupboard on the car. "Leave it for dinner at night."
"Okay," Meng said, he is already satisfied. He will be stripped of him. He can eat so much at once. Otherwise, he will take a grain for a long time. This feeling is particularly good. He peeled, and it was even better.
He took the wet wipe from the cupboard and wiped his hand. Then he grabbed Meng Hao’s hand and wiped it clean. Finally he lifted Meng’s jaw and rubbed his lips.
Meng Mengba looked at it and was completely adapted to this meticulous care. At the same time, he also remembered these cares in his heart. He liked it, and he liked it day by day.
Zhao Bing, who drove in the front seat, also adapted to the unrestrained love and love of Meng and Meng Yu. It can’t be said to be a show. The two people just stay together and they don’t talk. The atmosphere is warm and sweet. This is very It is a natural expression, and many people have already been married.
The car stopped in front of Ho's old house. He got off the bus first, then took Meng Hao out. The iron door also came out of a man in a suit and suit. He was called He Wei, two years older than Xiao He, and he was two. At the age of forty-five, I am not confused, but it looks quite young.
He saw cockroaches, his face was smiling, and there was no trace of it. "Hey, come, this is oh."
"Two sly," he called him, and his head and Meng Yu whispered a few words.


Meng Hao also called people, "two."
He Yan heard a little bit of a look, and he had doubts about this "two", but he couldn't refute anything. He was lost in those years. He is also the second master of the family. This has never changed. These years have never changed. is also like this.
"My mom wants to see you, come with me."
Nodded, holding Meng Hao to follow him. In these years, the relationship between the two is indifferent. He and He Wei are different from each other. There are not many intersections between the two people. At this time, there is naturally no topic to discuss.
Today is the 67-year-old birthday of the old lady. There are many people who come to the banquet to give gifts. All the way, naturally, someone recognizes 晏睢 and Meng 渟, and after saying hello, there are many whispers.
He did not take Yan and Meng Meng to the lobby of the banquet, but bypassed the hall and went to a small courtyard behind the main house. Mrs. He and He Laozi lived here for many years. Also, Meng’s father is generally used to have special requirements for quietness.
They came to a tea room, and after he asked the servant to swear and Meng Hao to go to the tea, he left first. Soon after, he helped Mrs. He to come in.
The 67-year-old man naturally cannot ask her to retain the youthfulness of youth. The ruthlessness of time is no exception. It can be something that sometimes cannot be erased.
The old lady of Sujiasu is elegant, and Mrs. He is really gentle. It is also the name given to her daughter by "婉", which is also the expectation of He Wei, but what He has done so far completely deviates from this "婉"It is not too much to say that it is ironic."
She glanced at her eyes and instantly burst into tears. He asked her to sit down and see her shaking hands.
"Mom, you are just sick, don't be so excited."
He Yan said and looked at Meng and Meng Hao. "Are you not coming to see you?"
What he said is like refusing to go with them in these years, but the real truth is the opposite.
When Mrs. Ho slowed down a few more breaths, she gradually calmed down. She raised her hand. "You go out first, and I will talk to you...".
He Wei looked a little bit, and hesitated a little, only to step out of the tea room.
"Grandma," screamed her, he can call Mom to He, and the people here are naturally unobstructed. These names are not representative of anything. This is not only he knows, He Wei and the old man in front of him. It should also be clear.
"Grandma," Meng Hao also followed. He didn't look at the inner room. When he was called, he saw Mrs. He, and when he finished, he looked down at his hands and his hands.
He can feel it, and he doesn't expect to see the old man.
"Hey," Mrs. He said, and her mood was slightly ups and downs. Her eyes swept around and looked at the maid in the tea room. "Close the window and go out."


"Yes," the maid should do it.
What Mrs. He’s old is going to say, why he can’t hear it, the servant can’t listen, and even afraid of being eavesdropped.
"What are you looking for?"
When the servant closed the door, he opened his mouth first. Before the encounter with Meng Hao, his feelings were getting weaker and weaker. Only the two elders who had exceptions had passed away. I don’t think I need to go. What kind of filial piety is performed, what is the code of mutual forgiveness, it used to be, and it is still.
He didn't want the people in front of him. Although she was excited, although she was sad, it was not because of him. He could see it at a glance. It was always different from what was actually revealed.
Perhaps his emotions are getting weaker and weaker, and it is also related to his eyesight. Meng Hao is the only exception nowadays.
Mrs. He’s life is really not a smooth life. She is married at the age of 19, and she is born at the age of twenty. But when the child is only a child, she lost him. The pain of losing her son has been with her for more than 20 years. The son, son and daughter also liked one person at the same time.
One is her son with a heart, and the other is her pet from childhood to her daughter. She didn't help anyone. Later, her development was beyond her expectation. Her son died, her daughter was born out of wedlock, and her mother and child were separated. Mother and daughter are absolutely righteous...
She had thought that her tragedy would continue until she died completely, but not long ago, she found a turn.
"Hey, you may be awkward... No, it's not possible, he is still alive."
She said that the tears in the shackles had finally fallen, that is, she and Meng Hao sat opposite her, otherwise she would want to grab his hand and let him know that she was so excited. The mood of words.
The dead are still alive, and this is how much comfort the white people have.
However, there was no emotion on his face, and there was no accident or suddenness. It was as if he did not know what He was with him and his father.
"How did you find out?" He was as calm as the words he asked, and he was not infected by the old lady's emotions.
"He came back, and not long ago he came back to give him a foster father to raise his mother."
Mrs. Ho was really sick before, and with years of stagnation, many people thought that she might have reached the limit, that is, she felt so.
She was slightly better, let the driver carry her everywhere to look at it, and she went to the home of He Yu’s parents. She couldn’t get in without a key, and went to their graveyard, but she told her caretaker. Since then, some people have come to see them in the past few days.
"It's a man's leg is not good, someone is holding him." This made the guard's administrator impressed.
When Mrs. He listened clearly to the present, she was stunned and excited for more than half an hour. She woke up and her whole mental state changed.
She asked the watchman carefully. Although he said that it was still a little vague, she almost subconsciously affirmed that the leg is not good, that is, she was lost and later recognized and returned to the "dead" son. Hey.
"Hey, grandma wants you, ask your grandmother to find him, ask you to help my grandmother to make sure," Mrs. He took tears and pleaded to look at her, and then she turned her eyes to Meng Hao. "Hey, you want to help my grandmother, my grandmother begs you."
"But... why is it?"
Yes, why is it? Hey, Mrs. Ho has a husband and a family, and He is not bad. Why do she want to check if she is holding everyone? Is it scrupulous, or do you think that his embarrassment does not know anything, just bully him like this?
Meng Hao directly asked him what he felt was the biggest surprise. He said that he had no sympathy. The fact seems to be the same. An old man of a grade is crying for pleading. He did not respond and asked her what. It's them?
Meng Meng thinks that he should ask, just don't ask, he has to ask.
I didn’t know the relationship between He and He, but the old lady always knew that there was no change in her situation. He also checked that he was the first to face. Faced with embarrassment, you may face their hate and anger at first.
These confrontations have never been justified, and it seems that they must bear the anger of him.
Mrs. He’s wife was silent, but she just decided that she was willing to help her.
Grandma never asked you, hey, you help my grandmother to check, you help my grandmother bring people back, I am him. Mother, here is his home."
"There are more people who haven't asked for it..." Meng Hao said again, they sat close, he just lowered the volume and it was enough for the old lady and the aunt to hear, and Mrs. He let the lady carry Meng Xilai, absolutely contrary to the effect she expected in her.
Although Meng Xi is a new "wife" to enter the door, but he is not cold or hot to He, and does not feel the need to be pleased to Mrs. He, he is married to the beggar, naturally it is necessary to be good, these people are right He is not good at all, he does not feel that he needs to let them like him.
When I grabbed Meng Hao’s hand tightly, Meng’s eyes swept away, and I didn’t say anything.
"The family doesn't owe anything, why or who owes it, but I don't owe it," he said, "There is no change, and there is no movement. Mrs. He feels pitiful, and he and his side are Meng Yi. Why have you ever had the fate of care.
They all walked out of the darkest hours of their lives alone, and then met each other, so he was distressed by Meng Hao, and Meng Hao also felt bad about him.
"How do you feel that I can let him come back?" The irony in the embarrassment no longer hides, his voice is low and low, "If it is me, I will not want to return."
Mrs. He felt that she did not act in the past, but she was not sorry for her, but her inaction was her indulgence of He Wei. "You should take a trip to abortion in the past, instead of letting her give birth to me."
When he said his name, he used the same tone as when he called her mother. If he felt that he was not right, he could also detect his desertedness and completely deserted his mother.
He is now taunting his grandmother's decision that she should take his mother to abortion. From birth, he also denied his existence.
"I am alive, that is the proof that you betrayed He, so he will not come back to any family."
She is what his mother used. It used to be his home. What is the use? Betrayal is betrayal. The mistake is the mistake. Everything happens. The "wrong" has grown up and become a family. Now I want to make up for it. late.
This is so sharp, and so unrequited, this is obviously beyond the expectation of Mrs. He, she looked at it and seemed to want to see something from her face.
But no, she can't see anything.
His temperament is not like He Wei, not like a sly, even like her two former friends... It can be analyzed that he is useless like anyone. This is what she is facing now, calm and rational. Almost ruthless.
"You don't look for anything... Oh, it seems that you are not too confused," he said, "I don't have much to say here. You don't have a good education for your family. He is the same, why are they not educated?" He and He Wei are obviously a failure.
The old woman’s face pleaded and faded away. The symptoms that had been so excited that she almost fainted disappeared. She looked at it and hinted at a few darkness.
"You have to live well, you can live to know... What is the final outcome?"
When he said it, he took Meng Qi up. He was slightly beheaded by Mrs. He, and he took Meng’s waist and went out of the tea room. He did not go to the living room of the family. They went out of the iron gate and directly I got on my own car and left.
"Hey, there are people in the room just now, I smell the smell of smoke."
Although there is a tea scent, Meng Meng still smells the smoke that he doesn't like very much.
"That should be a grandfather," there was nothing unexpected in the embarrassment of the embarrassment. The color of his thoughts faded, and the side turned over to Meng Hao to hug his arms. Meng Hao defended his mind and made him feel very happy. Warm, even in places he doesn't like, he feels warm.
Meng Hao did not know what to say. He hugged him and gently stroked his back.
"Grandma knows, but the grandfather may not know," the last sentence is a warning to her. He is not the chip in his hand, nor can it be her.
He didn't look for jealousy, and naturally he wouldn't go looking for He Wei. He had already lost this son. The people who really want them to come back are not there anymore. It seems that as long as they are alive, they still It’s okay to live well.
"Left injury..."
晏禹 Sound, then what is the leg injury, 晏禹 frequently appear in the F country, it is estimated to be related to this.
Back to the house, the sky is completely dark. He and Meng Hao have eaten, scattered, or went to the study room. Looking at his documents, Meng Hao wrote his paper, but Meng Hao is obviously somewhat tonight. Absent-minded.
He wrote a few moments to look at the cockroaches. After he finished writing, he took out the sugar-fried chestnuts and began to peel them. After peeling off about twenty grains, he sent them to the side.
"you eat."
I looked at the cleaned chestnuts on the plate and looked at Meng Yu’s finger that became sticky because of peeling the chestnuts.
Meng Hao thought that when he saw his hand, he wanted to feed him. He immediately took a piece of it and sent it to his mouth. When Meng Min felt that when he was in a bad mood, he would eat better and he would be better. He was not sure if he would It will be like this, but he hopes that his mood will be good.
He bowed his head and ate it. After eating one, Meng Hao immediately fed it up. Until he ate all the peeled out, Meng Hao was satisfied with nodding.
Meng Hao turned back and seemed to want to peel, let the squatting.
"We have a rest early today, and the chestnuts will be eaten tomorrow."
"Well," Meng Hao should have done well, but still sighed in his heart. His cockroaches ate chestnuts, and his mood was still not good. He was affected and wanted to sleep and healed. He thought and added another sentence, "I am with you. ""
I really like Meng Hao’s seriousness, especially when he uses it on him.
Going back to the room, I went directly to the bathroom with Meng Hao. Meng Hao’s own hand also felt that she had to go to the bathroom first.
"You are so powerful, you can't peel your chestnuts without nails. I can't do it." Meng Hao looked at his dirty nails. His look was awesome and shy, but he was very happy to give it to himself. Peel the chestnuts to eat.
I took the towel, wiped Meng's hand dry, and stepped forward to hold the person. "It doesn't matter, the chestnut you peeled is sweeter than me."
Meng Hao looked at him, and his face was doubtful. He didn't seem to be particularly scented because it smelled not particularly fragrant, but also tasted sweeter and more awkward.
The sly hand held Meng's back neck, kissed him up, and protected his back of the head, pressed the person on the wall of the bathroom and kissed.
Meng Hao took a brief glance and responded to the awkward kiss. He would not have kissed a little now, but he adjusted and breathed, panting, and he was probably practiced.
The deeper the two people kiss, the less clothes they have.
The light in the bathroom was very bright, enough to see the front of the person clearly, the micro-volume hair, the painted eyebrows, the blush on the cheeks, and the lips that he kissed ruddy and with some water.
Not only is the face beautiful, Meng Haochen ran continuously, and recently learned to swim and fencing, the limbs are slender, the muscles are well-proportioned, and the people are white. These days, the nutrition is even better. The tentacles are like Wen Yu, and his Meng Yu is still growing, and It will only get better and better.
"Are you tired? Or...I am coming?"
Meng Hao’s long eyes lifted, and the dark brown scorpion burst into a jewel-like brilliance. The sly heart suddenly missed another shot. He bullied forward, and the voice was a little hoarse because of patience. He leaned in Meng. Whispering in the ear, such as string music, listening to the heart of the lake.
"I will not be tired, you really don't know?"
Meng Xi’s heartbeat was accelerating because of his sly voice, and his bullying was quicker. The head that was not so clear was followed by confusion.
And he didn’t have time to wait until he understood it. He kissed Meng Yu’s earlobe and took the person under the shower head. The sound of the water began to rise, accompanied by Meng’s low call and awkward breathing. And the sound of the body
body collision that cannot be hidden.
In a month's time, Meng Hao's body gradually adapted to the embarrassment, the fit of the body, the closeness of the soul, and the most harmonious life of the couple.
The water in the head is not too big, but it is also dripping out of Meng. He can't open his eyes. He holds the hand against the wall and holds the hand on his lower abdomen. He has some reddish hair on his body, but it also follows. Become more sensitive
sense.
Whether it is dripping water or a kiss that falls on his back, he feels very clear, not to mention a more sensitive and sensible place.
"Oh... I know..." He knows what is not so easy to get tired.
It seems that he is now out of the extraneous voice of the words. It is already late. He seems to be unable to stand up.
"Then your hand is let go first," Meng said, pulling the squatting hand in front of him as a slightly bad hand, did not pull open, but did not dare to force.
"Oh, it will be fine in a minute."
He opened his mouth and bit the piece of soft meat that bite the neck of Meng Yu, leaving a shallow tooth print and scorning again.
However, the man's words are not very credible, especially in the man who does this kind of thing. It is obviously not the same thing that Meng Hao thinks for a while.
After a long time, with both hands holding Meng Xi, the two reached the ultimate in happiness at the same time.
It’s long nights, and the squatting back in the room is still not enough. He took Meng’s favorite place to move, and once again in the bathtub, he also washed the shower and saved him from going back and forth. They also saved their time for bathing.
Meng Shuguang lie down on the bed, pulling the quilt to cover his neck, then watching him continue to give him a busy life, take medicine, kick his legs, kiss him.
"Is it a little useless..." It is clear that his physical strength is also good, but in the end he has to give him a busy schedule.
The rumored contempt for Meng Meng’s gaze, he continued to lick his leg, then bowed his head and kissed him directly on Meng’s leg.
"it works."
It’s useless to say that the difference in position is not useful at all, but you can be sure that Meng Hao is useful, and every time he is
useful
to make him want to stop.
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"You look so good."
He not only felt that he also told him directly.
I will put Meng's legs back into the quilt and feel that I am being comforted. I hope there is a tendency to come back again.
"I like you, I like it every day."
Meng Hao said that he raised his leg and put it on his body. His hand also raised the quilt. He looked at him and said in a hurry. "You are lying in to accompany me."
The sly throat rolled up and down. "Good."
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