Eighty bowl of soup (1)

[This world is full of love and hate; staying with each other, giving up; unswervingly, betrayal.]

[Or maybe, there is no love in this world, no love, no unswervingness.] The sound of bricks falling from the wall falling to the ground woke up Qinghuan, who was already drowsy. She suddenly sat up from the bed, got out of the bed with caution, picked up the wooden stick that was ready to be by her side and hid behind the door.

She had been married to Guan Da for several months, but Guan Da died that night. She didn't know why he died, but she knew that his death was absolutely abnormal. Because that night, she saw him spitting out black blood with her own mouthfuls, but she couldn't say a word. She was just a weak woman, and it was not easy to survive. It was impossible to expose Guan Da's grievances, and it was even more impossible to find the cause of his death.

Therefore, Qinghuan found that the eyes of the villagers' eyes changed a little. She didn't like the fragrance she was born with, which proved her difference from ordinary people, and also drew a clear dividing line in her life. The villagers were very kind to her at the beginning, thinking that she was a fairy descending to earth and would bring good weather to the village. But since the drought last year and then this year she was married to Guanda by her parents, and Guanda vomited blood and died of death on the wedding night, the attitude of the villagers has changed.

There were several times when she went to the town to buy cloth needles and thread. Several men from the same village kept staring at her. The look of the eyes was very clear and happy. She was beautiful, but she was also smart. She knew what the widow whose husband had died was in the village. There was a widow named Luo in the same village, who had an affair with many men in the village. In their village, widows were synonymous with sluts.

Therefore, for the sake of his own safety and reputation, Qinghuan reduced the number of times he went out and handed over the things he needed to buy to his father who often went to the town to sell vegetables. But even so, it could not stop those who always peeked at her door.

There will always be people who are very brave.

Sure enough, after a while, she heard footsteps. Although it was very subtle, there was indeed someone. Qinghuan had a cold face. When the other party opened the door latch with a knife, he hit it with a stick - without any mercy, and used the greatest strength. The person who came to the ground groaned and fell to the ground, leaving no sound. Qinghuan was not afraid, she lit up the kerosene lamp, tore off the black cloth on the other party's face, and found that it was Li Zheng's youngest son.

She had met her several times in the village before, and every time she had no clean mouth, she just said something dirty, and her eyes were not very decent, so she avoided her when she saw her from afar. Unexpectedly, this person was so despicable that she came into her yard in the middle of the night.

Qinghuan was thinking about how to deal with it, but suddenly she heard someone climbing over the wall. She was shocked and thought, could she meet two hooligans one night? The next second the door of the house was opened, and a tall and strong man stood at the door and looked at her in front of her.

Qinghuan came to her senses first. She actually didn't recognize who the other party was, but her appearance was somewhat similar to her husband who had no chance, but was more rough and heroic. In addition, she remembered that her husband had a younger brother who was a stadiumer who was strolling outside, so she immediately greeted him, "Is it my second uncle?"

"...What's going on?" Guan Er knew of course that this was his new sister-in-law, but he didn't expect that he would encounter such a thing when he suddenly came home. The door locked from inside and he had to climb over the wall. When he entered the door, he saw this... Could it be that his sister-in-law was stealing someone?

However, the sister-in-law under the lamp is indeed beautiful, and she is exactly the type Guan Er likes. He looked at the man on the ground and then looked at Qing Huan, and then he heard Qing Huan explain: "This person has a bad intention. I knocked him out. I was worried about what to do. Uncle Er is just right, so why don't you help me get him out."

Guan Er looked at her with a funny look: "Why should I help you?"

He was full of spirit and a tall and scary figure. Qinghuan curled the corners of his mouth slightly, and his smile made him feel stunning, "No matter what, I am the wife of the Guan family. If you don't help me, would you still have to help others?"

Guan Er smiled and pinched her chin: "It's the Guan family's wife, I'm the Guan family, then aren't you my wife?"

Qinghuan waved his hand away without changing his face, and his beautiful eyes with clear black and white eyes fixedly looked at him: "Do you help me or not?"

"Of course I help, but I can't help for nothing, I have to collect some interest." After saying that, Guan Er kissed Qinghuan at a quick speed, and happened to kiss her soft and tender red lips. Then he smiled like a cat stealing fish, looking at her frivolously and evilly, as if waiting for her to cry or be angry.

But Qinghuan just looked at him coldly and wiped his mouth. "If you make enough trouble, go to work."

Guan Er suddenly drooped and carried the man lying on the ground and went out with one leg. After going out, he was still not satisfied. He thought to himself that such a beautiful little wife, if my brother died, he would be my own. You dare to covet anything, and I have to teach you some lessons.

He simply stripped the person naked and hung it onto the big willow tree at the entrance of the village. He also touched the scissors of the family's recent family to waste the other party's thing. When he left, he left the eggs cooked in the pot, and he was arrogant and lawless, and he seemed to have done a lot of unethical things.

This was what he was when he was in the village. He was a famous bad boy with a hard fist. No one dared to provoke him. Those bullying gangsters ran away when they saw him. Now they have been running outside for many years, and they are even more powerful and more barbaric. This time he came back just because of his brother's sudden death. He didn't believe that a healthy brother would be killed by a young wife. There must be something strange inside.

When he got home, he had already placed a large bowl of noodles on the table, two poached eggs and green cabbage were rolled inside, and chopsticks and pickled cucumbers were placed aside. Qinghuan sat at the table and saw him coming back and stood up: "Eat something, and then you live in the east wing, I'll pack it for you, I'll go to bed first."

After saying that, he turned around and left. Guan Er grabbed her with one hand. The next second, there was something round in Qinghuan's hand. She looked down and saw that it was a cooked egg. Guan Er said indifferently: "I can take it casually, you can eat it."

Eggs are precious these days, so the family is really picky and cooked such an egg in one pot.

Qinghuan nodded, without any touching. When Guan Er saw such a girl for the first time, in the words of Zou Zou... what is the name... He has never read a book, and the words he recognizes are taught by his brother, and the ink in his belly is really limited. He is also irritable and barbaric, and he feels sleepy as soon as he opens the book.

He sat down and slurped the noodles, slapped his thighs halfway, hey! I remembered it!

As beautiful as peaches and plums, as cold as frost.

Isn't it?

But the more this happens, the more he likes it.

The next morning, the village started to be in trouble. The son of Li Zheng's family was stripped naked and hung on the tree and was destroyed. Li Zheng was so angry that he was furious. Li Zheng's wife sat on the ground and wailed. Qinghuan just smiled coldly when she heard this and continued to do her own embroidery work. She was very beautiful, so she could support herself without worrying about food and clothing and save some money.

Guan Er slept until noon, and Qinghuan left the rice in the pot. He went to serve it himself without any politeness. He also brought it to Qinghuan who was leaning against the threshold. While eating, he talked to her: "Sister-in-law isn't this year's seventeen?"

Qing Huan didn't even look at him, "Your brother sent you a letter. He said that, but he thought you could come back."

This is to tell him tactfully that he doesn't have to waste his time, she knows everything. Guan Er didn't care at all, and reached out to sneak her smooth little hand and then secretly intoxicated, and said, "Sister-in-law, you really smell like you, what's the fragrance?" He also leaned towards her.

Qing Huan poked him with a needle and said coldly: "Don't touch your hands."

"How can I say that? Yesterday, you said you were the Guan family's wife." Guan Er said shamelessly, "My brother is dead anyway. Instead of being a widow, it's better to be my wife."

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, and sighed again that it was so fragrant, it was so fragrant! He slept in the east wing all night last night. Perhaps because she touched the quilt, she seemed to sleep on her fragrant breasts all night, which made him have nocturnal emission.

Now I feel that every corner of my house is full of fragrance. At first, Guan Er thought it was some spices at home, but how can the spices have this fragrance?

It's the best daughter, and Guan Er feels that he's going to be addicted.

Qinghuan was still running needles and threading, and Guan Er didn't even look at him. "I have no interest in the man who just opens my mouth and shuts up."

"Hmph." Guan Er immediately lost his smile, "I can't be as rude as my brother in this life. I rely on my fists to make a living."

Qinghuan said, "You can live such a life by yourself."

He immediately said nothing, and felt that such a beauty was not suitable for living such a rough life. She should wear silk and satin to eat delicacies and sea food to live a life of crowded servants. Her family's wealth is really not enough.

He stopped talking, and Qinghuan continued to embroider in the sun. Her hands were so beautiful that she flew up and down when embroidering. Guan Er felt itchy when she saw it. She especially wanted to touch and kiss her. She tasted her delicate red lips until now, and the touch of her tender red lips taught him endlessly. So he squatted on the door frame to watch her embroidering, his black eyes were full of obsession. He felt that he could not see enough just by looking at this.

Qinghuan couldn't stand the scorching gaze. She stood up coldly and put the needle and thread back into the needle and thread plaque. Guan Erzheng looked at her intoxicatedly. She scared him together, and staggered for a moment and fell backwards!

Qinghuan looked at him, still cold and indifferent, not feeling funny. Her eyes were too calm and ruthless, which made Guan Er feel that he had made a big embarrassment. He got up and saw her entering the house.
Chapter completed!