Chapter 6: Confession

In a short meal, Yong Ruo was like a swindler, giving full play to Liu Xie's entertaining spirit, and told Feng Liao a lot of jokes about "civil suffering."
such as:
When an old man dies his wife, he becomes even more embarrassed. The old man did not like to take a shower, and was troublesome. He said that taking a cold bath was susceptible to cold and sickness, and taking a hot bath was costly. He also said that the dirt was left on the body, but it was better to block the cold. He is an individual with a strong taste, and the result of not taking a bath is that the smell on his body can make people scum, and no one dares to be within three feet of him. One time, a kid in his family fancy a girl and asked him to propose a relative. He went straight without washing. The girl's father thought he was ashamed and didn't want to be his in-laws, so he satirized him: you should go back and take a bath first, then come to propose a relative! The old man went back wryly, and wanted to take a bath before going, but he was afraid he wouldn't agree to go to the other party again, and the bath was washed for nothing! When he had a clever idea, he found a date and washed it, and went to the girl's house. Say: Look at my in-laws, I ’ve washed a date, can I mention it?
"Leave a dirt to protect against the cold?" Feng Liao laughed with tears in her eyes, "I think this old man can think of it! Ouch, laugh at me!" He said in a tone of Yong Ruo. Whitewashed! Hahahaha ... "
such as:
One time when it rained, someone came back with an umbrella and was almost soaked, except that the umbrella was dry. Do you know why? Because the umbrella was a new good umbrella from someone else, he was reluctant to use it, and held it in his arms, using his own body to protect the umbrella from the rain. In a few days, this good new umbrella was actually taken apart by the kid who was only three years old at home. The umbrella surface was torn apart, and the bone of the umbrella was broken by half. Slam the kid. After thinking about it, after all, he was reluctant to throw away the wreckage of this umbrella-he had never used it before! What a pity to just throw it away like this? So he figured out a way to find some bamboo strips to connect the umbrella bones, and sewed the rags and rags at home, and barely put together an umbrella surface, and covered the umbrella bones. For the next year or two, he only used the rag umbrella. His mother-in-law thought he was ashamed and advised him to change to a good umbrella. Others advised his mother-in-law: You still let him use that rag umbrella! Give him a good umbrella, and he's going to block the rain again!
In addition to telling jokes about others, she also tells jokes about her own.
For example, one night, the third brother's hand was bitten by the second brother who shared the same bed, and he woke up from his dream in pain. It turned out that a neighbor gave the younger a bone that day. The third brother cleaned the meat, so he couldn't bear to throw away the bones, and secretly didn't wash his hands at night, and quietly choked the bones to sleep. I didn't know that in the middle of the night, when he turned over, the hand that still had a bit of meaty scent was accidentally put on the second brother's mouth. The second brother with an empty stomach, smelling the scent of meat near his mouth, had a good dream, dreaming that he was stuffed with a big hoof in his mouth. So he grabbed the "hoof" and opened his mouth to bite ...
The content of these paragraphs is generally true, but she reorganized the order of the narration, and added some finishing touches to make it more dramatic and fascinating.
And in those ridiculous absurdities, there is an indescribable bitterness.
Feng Liang rested her hands and elbows on the table, leaning forward severely, her eyes looking at Yong Ruo seemed to be shining. He had completely lost the elegance of Takako, but instead looked like a child waiting for a story.
His emotions were also ups and downs following Yong Ruo's story. He sighs, laughs, and frowns, sometimes with embarrassment, and the whole person is very alive.
Seeing that it was getting late, and the people watching the lights on the street were sparse, An Zimo came in and reminded him, "It's time to go back, son."
Feng Liao stunned, slowly returning from Yong Ruo's story, her face unconsciously showing a strong dissatisfaction.
He looked at An Zimo, looked at the street outside the window, and looked at Yong Ruo, who was about to get up. Suddenly his face was begging, and he said to Yong Ruo, "Today's Lantern Festival, no curfew!"
Yong Ruo felt a bit weird, and his words were a little strange: Why, he couldn't bear to leave? Then he asked An Zimo: "What time is it?"
An Zimo said: "It's time to be a child!" And persuaded Feng Liao, "Son, don't go back, 'Old lady' is afraid to call someone out. It's not beautiful!"
Feng Liang silently, then sighed for a long time, glanced around the table, and then said, "You ask the boss to bring a few food containers, and pack the rest of these dishes, and let Yong girl go back. "
After speaking, he lowered his head and didn't speak, very frustrated.
An Zimo hesitated slightly and glanced at Yong Ruo. Seeing that she didn't feel embarrassed, she looked forward to it, so she stopped talking and went out.
Yong Ruo took a bit of soup and drank two sips slowly. He thought about Feng Liang's appearance just now, and thought he was a little weird, but he didn't know where it was. Alas, you do n’t want to figure it out, anyway, you want to get away! At this moment she was concerned about another thing ...
Putting down the soup bowl, she asked carefully: "Feng Gongzi, I don't know the twelve silver ..." You promised to give me twelve silver! Don't break your word!
Feng Liao suddenly looked up at her, first with an unbelievable expression on his face, and then a strong emotion like annoyed, hate-like, ashamed, and Yongruo who could hardly distinguish and understand, fainted from his eyes.
He snorted loudly: "When Zi Mo returns, I'll let him give you! I don't have any silver on me!" His tone was very rushing. After speaking, he turned his head and looked out the window, never looking at Yong Ruo again. His two thick, thin, bright-colored lips squeezed hard and looked very angry.
Yong Ruo asked more carefully, "What about ... the famous thorn?"
Don't break your promise! I finally found the backing, I really don't want to lose it! In this era of power everywhere, is there a backer? In many cases it is really about life and death!
"I haven't carried it today, but I'll take it to you tomorrow!"
After speaking, he suddenly stood up and went to the window and stood, facing the window without speaking. His fingers were clenched tightly on the edge of the window, and his knuckles were slightly pale due to excessive force.
Seeing him like this, Yong Ruo didn't know where he offended him.
As she continued to lower her head to drink soup, she thought: she was just fine, she changed her face when she said she was leaving! This phoenix is ​​still reluctant to fail me? !! A weird feeling gradually rose in my heart.
After a while, Feng Liang suddenly turned to face Yong Ruo and asked her: "Do you know why I threw that silver into the water?"
Yong Ruo shook his head: "I don't know." Isn't it your prank?
Feng Liao laughed, smiling a little strangely: "At that time, I felt that I was being ridiculed by you, and my heart was very angry! But you acted very respectfully and courteously, and I was inconvenient, and I wanted to fool you, it was revenge. With the five or two silvers on hand, I will be so distressed that I can't sleep all night, right? "
Yong Ruo also smiled and nodded. If you do n’t pick up that silver, you will not only be unable to sleep all night, but will also be unable to sleep for many consecutive nights!
"I dedicate flowers to you, how can it be considered a joke?" Yong Ruo expressed dissatisfaction.
"You're a girl's family, presenting flowers to a man, and telling the story of a fruit-throwing car. Isn't this a joke?" Feng Liao firmly maintained his point of view.
Yong Ruo thought to himself: This question must be clarified, otherwise, how can he bear the charge of "playing a noble son"? !! "Son, have you ever written poetry?"
"Naturally written!"
"What kind of poems have you written?"
"Landscapes, places of interest, wind and snow ... probably written about it!"
"Then you are joking about landscapes, places of interest, wind and snow?" Yong Ruozheng said, "The little girl has no poetry, can't write poems, and can only express her heart with a plum blossom. This is the same as the writing of the poet . Why should the boy think too much and think the little girl is so embarrassed ?! "
"What do you want to do with plum blossoms?"
"Show my admiration. My son, Long Zhang Fengcai, haven't any girls been fascinated by my son before?"
"Yes! There are many. But none of them are as bold as you. When they saw me, they were just red-faced, shy and shy, and they were still talking. There was no bold expression like a girl."
"Everyone has a heart for beauty. Why bother?"
Feng Liao was silent, then looked at Yong Ruo and asked, "Do you really think I look like Pan An and adore me?"
The sound of his words was especially gentle; he looked at her with a lingering expression. Waiting for her answer, he seemed to hold his breath, very nervous ...
Yong Ruo had a heart-like look, as if he was a maggot, and immediately found an explanation for his weirdness: wasn't it? Is this Phoenix boy serious about himself? !!
Is he forcing himself to confess? !!
Yong Ruo thought: In terms of the pomp shown by Feng Gongzi, the door must be extremely high, and it is impossible to marry himself as a right wife!
Did he force himself to confess that he wanted to make him a puppet? With a smirk in her heart: Cut!
But at this moment, she couldn't swallow all the words she had just said, so Feng Gongzi had to turn his face!
Her brain turned sharply, and she quickly thought of a countermeasure, and she straightened up: "Nature is true. Although a little girl was born in poverty, she admires the beauty of all things in the world. The plum blossoms, the beauty of orchids, the fragrance of lotuses and the mud The festival of dyeing and chrysanthemums ... I have nothing to love. It is the vast white snow, cooking smoke, faint fragrant grass, shearing spring breeze, barking dogs, and setting sun ... I also think that each has its own beauty. Pleasure. Man is the spirit of all things, and the son is the dragon and phoenix of man. How can a little girl not love? Chicken soup, let it go without any pity! Strive to faint the noble son, so get out of yourself!
Feng Liao stared straight at her, her eyes gradually showing suspicion and disappointment.
Yong Ruo stared at him bravely and kept smiling, without half-heartedness or shyness.