Bai Fumei in the 70’s

Soon He Songye cleaned out a room. She was originally a person with clean hands and feet. Once she was idle, she couldn't sit still, and no dust fell in any corner of the house. Although the old house of the He family was old and dilapidated, she was kept neat and orderly, and she did not see any decline.

When He Songbai heard the heavy footsteps around him, he raised his eyes and looked forward, and a slim figure came into his eyes. Carrying heavy luggage, the woman walked down to Hejia's old house. After she put the luggage on the ground, she lifted her sleeves and wiped her forehead. The crystal beads of sweat ran down against her skin. The dark hair sticked smoothly to her cheeks, and Xingyan revealed her fatigue.

He Songye shook the bell around his waist and waved at his brother in the reserved field.

He Songbai put down the manure in his hands, went to the well to wash his hands in silence, and walked in front of the uninvited guest.

His sister gave him a gesture and said, "Help, take your luggage."

He Songbai frowned tightly, his dark and fierce eyes slightly sinking.

He Songye saw the deep vigilance in his brother's eyes and said, "Let her live here."

"She, no, live somewhere."

He Songbai's rough belly pressed on the woman's shoulder and pushed her back slightly. The long body blocked the door fence and said lazily: "What do you want to do?"

Between the words, he used one hand to rush He Songye into the house.

Zhao Lanxiang watched as the old man threw the door shut, and closed He Songye in the room. He was indifferent to let He Songye knock on the door incessantly.

His bushy eyebrows revealed undisguised indifference and caution, and his dumb voice revealed an improper meaning, "Do you know who I am?"

After talking about the man, he gazed at the woman’s **** indiscriminately, until he turned his face red, he just looked away.

Zhao Lanxiang did not expect that her humble and decent husband had such a frivolous side.

Her heart actually quietly jumped a few times.

This "poor and downy" old man, still lazy, still has the taste of the elder brother who was popular in the 1990s. The sharp and deep eyebrows and the unruly face look fierce and can jump up and beat at any time.

It's a pity... his consciousness was two decades ahead. At that time, it was sought after by thousands of people, and now it is the second-rater who was scolded and pointed at the backbone.

The man was wearing a white-washed ripped shirt today, with casual casualness in his eyes. Zhao Lanxiang, who had been in bed with him for 20 years, knew that his man was a wolf, and his tone was casual, and he was uncertain I wondered if she had coaxed his honest older sister.

Zhao Lanxiang took out three dollars to meet his lazy and indifferent look, a look that was not afraid: "This is the rent, and I am not living in vain."

"The collective hostel for the educated youth has collapsed, and I have no place to settle down. Your family has a small population and a big place, and I love to live. I will move out after building a new educated youth dormitory at the end of the year."

No matter how young and immature he is compared to decades later, she is convinced that he is essentially the smart man. Right now the family is too poor and too poor. If the house that has been emptied for many years can be exchanged for a meager rent, it should be reasonable to refuse. What's more...she doesn't look like a restless person.

At this time, He Songye knocked **** the door again, shouting anxiously, and even kicked the door angrily for being locked in the house.

For the sake of the elder sister, for the sake of this woman's weak and harmlessness, He Songbai temporarily gave in.

He took the stack of banknotes in the woman's hand and tucked it into his pocket without looking at it. He warned: "I said the ugly words in front of me, so I shouldn't cause trouble. If I get into trouble, I will pack up."

Zhao Lanxiang nodded and kicked the package with his foot: "You have worked hard, labor."

Zhao Lanxiang will not be polite to him for the time being. The left and right are also strangers who have paid the rent. He Songbai was accustomed to the cold eyes of the entire brigade when he was young, and suddenly encountered a stranger who was not enthusiastic, either doubting that she was a fool, or suspecting her bad motives.

Zhao Lanxiang learned from the last cold encounter in the cornfield.

He Songbai does not like to owe human affection, and helped her estimate last time for the few sugars. He thought that if he paid off his debt, he would simply leave. Eat her a few more steamed buns, and this account should not be counted again.

This careful thought projected on He Songbai decades later, it was rich. Those who have helped him, he will return without leaving any effort. If he has money, he will have to contribute. He owes one point to three points, so he is the "God of Wealth" of many people. People around him are happy to make friends with him. The humanity in all directions is constantly rolling in and his career is flourishing. .

He Songbai put away the airy look and stooped silently to pick up the scattered luggage on the ground and hug it into the house.

He Songye was released and raised his hand into a fist and knocked his head twice. His face was full of indignation. He was very dissatisfied with his behavior just now, as if defending his status as the head of the family. He Songbai did not resist and bowed her head.

He Songye guiltily twitched his mouth at Zhao Lanxiang, gesturing, "He, he has a bad temper."

"Human, not bad, rest assured."

"You, sit, he, tidy up."

Zhao Lanxiang really found Zhang Xiao Bench to sit down, and she looked at the old man inside and out with her hands under her chin. The man spanned a simple bed with a few planks, and the joints were spliced ​​with grooves in the tenon and mortise. There was no need for a single nail. His movements were skillful, the sawdust fluttered where the sickle saw fell, and finally he blew a few breaths, and the sawdust on the bed was blown down. Thick thumb touched the bed board everywhere and pulled out the protruding thorns.

His sharp and deep sword eyebrows were upright, and he often showed fierceness when his face was expressionless, but the carpenters who beat these beats were serious and meticulous. Zhao Lanxiang was fascinated, and his eyes inadvertently showed a gentle color.

How much she wanted to hug the thin man at this moment, and remove all the dust from his head. But... she soberly knew that she could never do this, and the old man was a man of great vigilance.

He Songbai raised his head, Zhao Lanxiang's eyes had already changed into normal emotions, she touched the bed with her thumb and asked slightly disgustedly:

"Can this sleep?"

He Songye gestured with a smile and explained: "He, did, carpenter. Craftsmanship, line."

"Bed, get down and sleep."

Zhao Lanxiang handed the last surplus meat bun in his pocket to the sweaty He Songbai. He Songbai didn't pick it up. He wiped the sweat with a broken towel and ran outside to the well to wash his face.

Zhao Lanxiang pushed the steamed bun into He Songye's hand. "Give it to him. Only the last one is left. I'm full."

She touched her belly and had just eaten nine steamed buns with Sister He at Tiange, and the two of them were now unable to hold up.

It was He Songye who couldn't really hold it. On her way back, her stomach was uncomfortable, and her stomach, which hadn't seen oil for a long time, became weak, and she vomited in a few steps. He Songye is both distressed and a pity. Very sad, she squatted in the grass and stared at the filth for a long time. She was not willing to do so, and shoveled back with a dustpan to feed the chicken.

In the end, the bun He Songbai really owed even a glance. He Songye lovingly put it in the pot and left it to her sister.

The sister and brother worked together for a while before they worked together to collect the house of the city’s petty guest so that they were spotless. Zhao Lanxiang touched the bed with a new quilt and took out his father’s Zhao from his luggage. Silk quilt, she held this quilt back to He Songye.

He Songye glanced at the quilt of the girl in the city, and touched it with softness and softness, which was warm and cold in winter and gentle in winter. It's really unnecessary for her new quilt, He Songye put his quilt back in the box cage. This action fell in He Songbai's eyes, but it became another meaning.

He chewed the Ququ cuisine in his mouth and spit out the residue, his eyes dark.

He Songye shook his bell a few times, and He Songbai turned and drilled into the firewood room, put a few pieces of sweet potatoes and some brown rice, and boiled a pot of water. He Songye saw that his brother cooked sweet potato porridge, scooped it down with a spoon, and the water was so clear that she waved, and she shook her head babblingly and grabbed a few rice.

He Songbai raised his eyelids and crouched down indifferently.

He Songye tapped his head with a bell and glared at him.

He Songbai said lightly: "It's almost enough. Put so many meters to eat next month?"

Although he said so, he filled his grandmother with a bowl of pure rice during the scooping of rice, and he filled the city’s scumbag with half a meter and half a sweet potato. separated.