Chapter 142: Xiaoquer

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Zhong Mingwei was sitting on the stove and burning the fire. The jujube tea was burning in the pot. A few days ago, he cooked and brown sugar tea for Aguiu. On the two days, he began to cook jujube tea for him. With the sweet fragrance of jujube.
"Tao Yeer's tip is pointed, Liu Ye'er is covered with the sky. The Minggong in his position, listen to me carefully. This thing happened at the Jingxi Blue Indigo Factory, the Blue Indigo Factory Firearm Camp. , There is a Song Lao San. Mentioned Song Lao San, the couple sold big cigarettes. There was nothing in life and gave birth to a daughter Chanjuan ... "
Zhong Mingwei listened to Ah Chou humming and chirping, and the fire stick in his hand followed the beat, and patted gently on the ground.
He has never heard such a small song, which is popular, straightforward, hard to be elegant, but it is not as elegant and gentle as Kunqu, but Zhong Xiaowei, who is ugly singing by A ugly, feels particularly beautiful, and the words and sounds are all in the ears. In his heart, he hadn't spent his leisure time on the drama, but now he is hoping that Ah Chou can hum in his ear.
The pot was opened, Zhong Mingwei lifted the lid, and the heat came suddenly, the thick jujube scent rushed to his noodle door, he was filled with the sweet jujube, and he took a deep breath. Then, pour half a bowl of brown sugar into the pot, cover the pot again, and suffocate with a small fire.
"Little girl, he's 16 years old, and he has a baby name. The lotus flower is called Dalian. The girl is called Dalian. She is handsome and beautiful, she looks like no flowers, no one plays the pipa. The slave is like Diao Chansi. Lu Bu is like Yu Tangchun going to jail and thinking of Zhang San. The sun is setting and the autumn insects are making noise. The sixth brother who thinks day and night comes at my door ... "
A Chou is still singing, the needle thread in his hand flexibly shuttles, and on the festive red silk, a lotus is embroidered stitch by stitch.
"Don't be busy embroidering, drink the tea first," Zhong Mingwei said, while lifting the lid again, a large bowl of jujube tea was placed on the stove, while urging Ah Chou, "Drink while hot . "
"Hey!" A Chou promised crisply, lowering the needle thread brain in his hand, crawling to the kang head, sitting cross-legged, holding the bowl of hot jujube tea in both hands, blowing the heat while taking a small sip drink.
"Why don't you drink it?" Ah Chou slowly drank a large bowl of jujube tea, sweating out, and asked Zhong Mingwei while taking a veil to wipe the sweat, "Sweet, very delicious. "
"I'm a man's house, what kind of jujube tea do I drink," Zhong Mingwei said, while handing over a bowl to A Chousheng, "drink a little more."
"I can't drink any more, my little belly is bulging up," A Chou mumbled, patting his flat stomach with his head down. "Look, I can't sit down anymore. The stomach is full of soup, Shake it inside. "
Zhong Mingwei's eyes followed her hand and fell on her flat belly, and she whispered, "Does your stomach hurt today?"
A Chou suddenly muttered, his thin hands slipped a few times on his belly, and then hummed softly: "... a little pain."
Actually, it did n’t hurt anymore, but if she said it did n’t hurt, Zhong Mingwei would definitely not rub her stomach. A ugly thought about it, thinking that Zhong Mingwei has been rubbing her stomach so gently for the past few days, she really likes it Tight, just thinking about it depends on a few more days.
"Does it hurt?" Zhong Mingwei apparently didn't understand A Chou's twists and turns, he immediately frowned, and said in a deep voice, "How come it hurts for so many days? It's not good to see Langzhong, don't get sick. "
"No, no, it's not that serious, it hurts a little," A Chou waved his hand busy. "It's really not serious at all. Maybe it will be better in a few days."
"No, you've been in pain for so many days," Zhong Mingwei was obviously more anxious. He looked at the door, then looked at Ah Chou, and pursed his lips. He still opened his mouth. "Girl, Can you go down to see Langzhong by yourself? Can you hold it? "