Bai Fumei in the 70’s

After eating, the two returned to the deep alley in a hidden way. The dark and wet alley had parked a Phoenix car for a long time.

The man's hard-knotted head was hot, and the beads of sweat followed the deep contour from the forehead to the corner of the eye, and gathered in the jaw and hidden in the linen cloth. He heard movement and turned his head to reveal white teeth.

He Songbai wiped the dirty back seat and wiped the dust it had contaminated with the sleeve.

"Sit firmly."

Zhao Lanxiang jumped into the car and hugged his waist.

He Songbai stretched his body tightly and stomped his legs mechanically.

He touched every lane in the county clearly. The dexterous phoenix shuttled under the eaves of a cool tube building, and then hurriedly crossed the street.

When starting to walk the mountain road, Zhao Lanxiang grabbed the man's belly.

"Stop and stop."

He Songbai stepped on and asked, "What's the matter?"

Zhao Lanxiang asked him to get out of the car. She quickly jumped on the triangle seat and stepped on the car pedal: "I will take you back."

He Songbai wiped his sweat, sniffed the smell of sweat all over himself, and said with embarrassment: "I stink you?"

Zhao Lanxiang really wanted to slap him at this moment. Liang Tiezhu's words kept buzzing around her ears, and the more she thought, the more she felt. At this time, his tiredness and the appearance of his legs striking the car fell into her eyes.

Zhao Lanxiang could no longer sit down.

She patted the back seat of her car and saw that he was staring at her in a daze for a while, Zhao Lanxiang twitched the tendon on his waist.

He Songbai was black now, and he sat slowly.

He said, "Otherwise... I'll take a shower. There is a river over there, let me down."

Zhao Lanxiang turned a deaf ear and slowly stepped across the river.

She said: "It's not impossible that you want to wash it, but I have to watch next to it. What if a thief steals your clothes in broad daylight?"

In her crisp voice, there was an understatement of rogue.

He Songbai was suddenly choked, his ears were red, and he never dared to mention the matter of taking a bath again. So if there is a sense of the picture, He Songbai will feel hot as long as he thinks a little, even with his nose.

She looked at the rules, but in fact the mischievous naughty in her bones could kill him!

He Songbai no longer mentions the matter of taking a bath, but seeing that the subject is struggling to step on, he sometimes propped up and slipped out of the car to chase after the subject. While she was not paying attention, she gently rubbed into the car and sat up to relieve her burden.

His legs were long, his legs stretched down to sink into the car seat.

He ran happily, and the subject couldn't help but lifted the corner of his lips.

She said, "You fool!"

He Songbai smiled happily, wiped Khan and said, "I am not going to ask you to go to the hospital when my legs are folded now, I am much fatter, you can't carry it!"

Zhao Lanxiang saw him running happily, both helpless and couldn't help laughing. His skin darkened by the bright sun of summer and autumn glowed red, and he ran like a black whirlwind.

He's really like the country's rustic and rustic countryman at the moment, but she is also in love with this silly look!

Zhao Lanxiang jumped out of the car and kissed him hard.

"I don't disgust you, how can I disgust you?"

"I'm afraid you are too tired."

He Songbai touched the subject's soft hair, and then probed her sweaty back.

"You are stupid."

"I'm used to rough work, and I'm stronger than you anymore. The strength of my body has carried you all the way back!"

Zhao Lanxiang sat in the back seat and put his face on his hot and humid back.

"I don't want you to go back, save your energy and kiss me!"

He Songbai was suddenly dumb, his throat was like a fire, and his legs were stepping hard like a clockwork.

The cool mountain breeze blew past, and the man's rough and heavy voice fell into her ears with the screaming wind.

...

Before approaching the hinterland of Hezitun, He Songbai jumped out of the car, gave the bicycle to Zhao Lanxiang, and ran a small path around to go home.

Zhao Lanxiang rode back to the house by himself and put the car back behind the old house. After leaving the car, she walked past the cowshed and glanced at Gu Gong.

It was already noon, and Gu Gong was waiting for her with dizzy eyes.

"The hen lays an egg every day and gives it to you."

He handed over a nest of white flowers and eggs. The hen had a very good relationship with him. He slept next to him every night, eating and drinking. One egg never fell.

It seemed to know that the old man needed his eggs to supplement his nutrition.

Zhao Lanxiang took the eggs with a smile, and said, "Well, let's make you an omelet."

The meat sauce she used to marinate in the jar has been marinated so well that it smells like it smells when she opens the room. Use it to make an omelet with omelet skin, it's delicious and fast.

Zhao Lanxiang adjusted the egg syrup and pan-fried it into a tender golden circle, thin and even, scattered with cumin and tender green onion. She didn't care about adding anything to the rice stuffing. When there was anything in the vegetable garden of the He family, she fried it. She picked cucumbers, greens, and eggplants, cut them into small pieces and mixed them with rice. Put the eggplants and cook them half-cooked before adding vegetables and cucumbers.

The fragrant pork stir-fried the white rice golden and sizzling with oil. She wrapped the assorted rice with egg crust and wrapped it into a bag of yellow and fat. Finally, a spoonful of meat sauce is poured, and the omelet with blasted pulp exudes an attractive aroma.

She secretly carried the omelet to Gu Gong, and another middle-aged man in the bullpen swallowed hard.

Zhao Lanxiang put down the word without saying anything, and quickly returned to the old house of He's house.

Gu Gong squinted happily while holding the bowl, biting this blasted egg omelet, biting it down, the crispy and tender egg crust, wrapped in rich vegetable grains, the rich layer of egg omelet brought joy to the taste bud Enjoyment.

The delicious sauce is wrapped in a crisp and tender egg skin, which is unique to the sweet and crisp taste of cucumber, light and tangy. The softness of eggplant, the sweetness of the heart of the cabbage, the crispness of the cucumber and the greasy rice grains, and the savory meat sauce make a wonderful match. , Let people finish one fat egg roll and want to eat another one.

Gu Gong added all the sea bowls filled with rice.

Prophet Hu on the side slobbered somehow, and his stomach cried like thunder. He stared silently at Gu Gong with a pair of starving eyes.

Starving to death here, but eating so good food over there.

In particular, Gu Gong wiped his mouth after eating, and smashed it to reminisce the taste of the omelet with rice.

Prophet Hu said, "Why did the family give the teacher something to eat?"

Gu Gong ignored him.

Hu Xianhu asked again, "Teacher, did you give them money?"

With a long sigh, he pulled a large unity out of the grass.

"This was specially given to me by Wu Yong when he came to see me. I wonder if the educated youth can also give me some meals?"

Gu Gong was in a good mood to eat, and finally he spoke to Prophet Hu "compassionately".

He asked as if gossiping: "Wu Yongzao did not go to jail or live in a bullpen with you?".

Prophet Hu said: "He is different from us, we are quick to get quick success, he is like a teacher to you."

"Don't look at the completion of Heshan, the other hills in his project have just begun to work! We used to laugh at him three times before, and now we understand it. It is justified to do things as hard as he does."

Gu Gong said lightly: "Your younger brother reminds me to let me be careful about Wu Yong."

Prophet Hu was stunned, as if he didn't expect that his younger brother Sun Xiang would say this to his teacher.

Doubts, contempt, and shocking emotions floated on his face. He tried hard to dispel the doubts in his heart and said: "I don't think Wu Yong has anything. Sun Xiang came to this moment and said this kind of thing, making people doubt. "

"After the incident, the four of us in the hut were repeatedly interrogated by the public security for a few days and nights. In the case of nervousness, everything should be said. Everything suspicious was clarified, Sun Xiang. It's spoiled, and it's time for our feelings to go away!"

He said angrily: "He just came to the head and wanted to put a cushion in his back!"

Gu Huaijin stared straight at Prophet Hu all the way through, screaming and sleeping in the haystack.

...

As soon as He Songbai returned to the house and took off his clothes to sleep, the door was pushed open with a squeak.

He quickly put on his own clothes, and seemed to carelessly ask: "What?"

In fact, his muscles were already tight, and he bowed up faintly. His eyes were dark and bright, and he was as dark as fuel. He could burn with a spark.

Zhao Lanxiang put the omelet on the table, "Come and add you a meal."

"You didn't taste good at noon, take advantage of it now."

She touched the man who was lying on the bed preparing to sleep, and her cool fingers crossed his shoulders. She opened it and looked at it, where it was slightly red and swollen.

Zhao Lanxiang said, "Does it hurt?"

He Songbai grunted patiently.

The pain is not painful, it is a little sour, just sleep. But the woman let go and touched it. His cold fingers fell on his shoulders. He felt sore from his shoulders to his waist, making him sore all over.

Zhao Lanxiang looked at the sweat on his forehead and took out a handkerchief to wipe him.

"Get up to dinner, digest and digest and wait for sleep."

"You dare to say that you are fat, I can still move with the lightness, ah--"

Zhao Lanxiang whispered and was ripped off by him, her thin quilt wrapped her body.

The man's breathing was disturbed and heavy, and he said quickly and ashamedly: "You didn't let me keep my strength... what about you?"

"I want to kiss now, do I give it back?"

With his pleading and aggression in his dark eyes, he could almost wring out the water. It's been a long time since he's touched this sweet and greasy woman. Her soft and warm lips seem to be fairy-like, and he took a breath for the next few days.

The man's hot body temperature was stuck on Zhao Lanxiang's cold skin like a hot explosion, rubbing invisible.

Zhao Lanxiang touched her cute and anxious man like Maotou, and pulled him down to kiss her and kiss hard. He kissed urgently and heavily, without wanting her to pass on her desire, restrained and eager.

She kissed her mouth sorely, and the clothes on her body were still in good condition. He was satisfied, and he rolled over as if he had rid himself of energy, his head lying on the pillow, panting.

Cute like a little milk dog.

Zhao Lanxiang climbed up, pitying his swollen shoulder, his lips wet and cold, and kissed his stiff shoulder.

"Promise me to take good care of your body in the future, will you?"

"It will be mine in the future."

Zhao Lanxiang nodded his chest and said seriously.

He Songbai only thought it was fucking. Does the woman want to die? He still said that on his bed.

The author has something to say: *

small theater:

Ping Shengjun: When can you eat meat, I will worry for you

Brother Bo: I want to cherish my fragrance!

(Grinning smirk)