I messed up the Siheyuan

"Everyone loves it, and every car loves it!"

Wang Ping, who had been praising for a long time, stopped with a dry mouth after saying the last word of praise.

However, An Ran, who had been smiling with her eyes narrowed, suddenly widened her eyes after hearing these words and looked at Wang Ping with a puzzled look.

Wang Ping hurriedly explained.

"That... um!... is..."

“No matter who sees you, they all like you; no matter what car passes by you, as long as you wave, it will stop and give you a ride.”

His explanation made An Ran stare blankly for a while with her mouth wide open.

But then, she burst into laughter.

The old fascist in the car raised his hand and rubbed his forehead, looking as if he had lost all hope in life.

His wife also smiled bitterly, with a helpless expression on her face.

As for the driver in the front seat, the corners of his mouth twitched.

After An Ran smiled for a while, her eyes suddenly began to turn red!

She looked at Wang Ping reluctantly, “Pingzi, the old fascist in our family forced me to join the army.

And it's the navy.

I have to report today and follow the main force to the south.

Once I leave, I may not come back for several years.

you...."

As she spoke, she lowered her head with a slight blush on her cheeks.

Wang Ping glanced at the old fascist through the car window.

As a result, she met his fierce gaze head-on.

Although Wang Ping was extremely panicked, he still forced a flattering smile on his face.

But the other person ignored him and looked at Wang Ping with an even more ferocious look.

This made Wang Ping quickly turn his head and focus his attention back on An Ran.

After a slight hesitation, he called out softly, "Sister Ran!..."

An Ran raised her head and looked at Wang Ping affectionately.

Wang Ping coughed dryly and said, "Well... I think... old fascist..."

"No! No! No!..."

"It's uncle... Yes!... It's uncle!..."

These few words made An Ran burst out laughing again.

Wang Ping glared at her.

That means...

Are you still listening to me?

An Ran quickly suppressed the smile on her face.

After a moment's hesitation, Wang Ping continued speaking.

"That... um!..."

"We are both still young now."

"look..."

"I'm only seventeen, and you're a little older than me, but only eighteen!"

"That... um!..."

"Uncle, this arrangement is also correct!"

"Isn't there a saying like that?"

"Young man, he doesn't understand love at all!"

"Maybe, in two years, your thoughts will change again?"

"Bah!..." An Ran glared at Wang Ping angrily, "Pingzi, let me tell you.

My thoughts will never change, they will never change in my lifetime!"

"Okay! Okay! Okay!..." Wang Ping responded: "Even if your ideas never change throughout your life, we are still so young.

that...

Young people should focus on their careers!

that...

Young people always have to work hard on their careers first and then think about their personal problems.”

Wang Ping's words sounded somewhat lofty.

So, An Ran did not refute.

However, she still snorted softly and looked at Wang Ping with a little reluctance.

"Hirako!..."

"What... young people don't understand love at all!"

"What else...young people should focus on their careers"

"Where did you hear all this?"

This question made Wang Ping stunned for a moment.

But he quickly added with a grin, "Hehe... a personal summary! It's just a personal summary!"

An Ran glanced at Wang Ping suspiciously and snorted softly.

Then, after hesitating for a moment, she took out a handkerchief from her pocket with a blushing face and handed it to Wang Ping.

After Wang Ping took it, he smiled and said: "Hey! ... A handkerchief!

It just so happens that I don’t have a handkerchief to wipe my nose with yet!”

After saying this, he looked up and saw that the shame on An Ran's face was quickly fading, and the anger had begun to condense.

Realizing he had said the wrong thing, he quickly added, “Hey… just a joke.

How could I bear to use such a nice handkerchief to wipe my nose?

Sister Ran, don’t worry!

Later, I will find a master calligrapher and painter to frame this handkerchief.

After it was framed, I hung it in my bedroom and looked at it every day.”

These words made the anger on An Ran's face disappear immediately, and a blush reappeared on her cheeks.

She lowered her head slightly and said weakly, "Pingzi, you don't have to do this.

Just put it away carefully, that's all."

"Sister Ran, don't worry, I know what to do!"

After saying this in a heroic manner, Wang Ping took out the jade ring from his pocket and handed it over.

"Sister Ran, this jade ring is an heirloom of our Wang family."

"This thing has been passed down in our family for six or seven generations."

"It has always been like this. It is passed down to sons, not daughters. I would rather give it to my daughter-in-law than my daughter!"

"Today, I will give it to you."

Looking at the jade ring in Wang Ping's hand, An Ran was shocked.

"Hirako..."

"How can you give me such a valuable thing?"

"Hi!..." Wang Ping said with a smile: "I give it to you just because it is valuable!

Besides, sooner or later, won't this thing fall into your hands?

It's the same if I give it to you in advance."

These words made An Ran's cheeks turn red.

She hesitated for a while before reaching out to take it.

"Then... Pingzi, I'll keep it for you first!"

"If you need it later, I'll give it back to you."

......

As the jeep sped away, Wang Ping's figure became increasingly blurred in Anran's sight, and eventually disappeared.

Finally, she waved her hands vigorously in Wang Ping's direction, then with red eyes she retracted her head into the car.

Looking at the round jade ring in her hand, she played with it for a while, and her mood slowly began to improve.

At this time, the old fascist sitting in the back row coughed dryly and said inappropriately: "Xiao Ran, the jade ring in your hand seems to be something that only the old and the young have in their homes.

As far as I know, Xiao Wang's family has been poor peasants for generations.

It was not until his father's generation that he moved to the old city and became a worker. "

"Dad, what do you want to say?"

“What I mean is…” the old fascist advised anxiously, “This thing may not be the heirloom of Xiao Wang’s family.

How could a poor peasant family like theirs have such good things? "

An Ran didn't even turn her head, and said disdainfully: "Dad, you are wrong.

Those old folks would never treat this jade ring as a family heirloom because they have too many good things at home.

Only a poor family like Pingzi's, when they occasionally get a good thing, would think of keeping it as a family heirloom.

Besides, why would Pingzi deceive me with such a thing?"

The old fascist rubbed his forehead, looking helpless.

Unexpectedly, An Ran turned around and asked An Ran's mother, "Mom, when you were young, you were also loved by everyone and driven by every car, right?"

This made An Ran's mother's face darken, and she said coldly: "Your mother is now 'loved by everyone and driven by every car'."