Lying Snake and Tibetan Rat

Wei Nanhe's father was extremely keen on attracting daughter-in-laws for his son. When eating, he held Yang Xiaokong's hand and asked with a smile, "Xiaokong, are you married yet?" Yang Xiaokong was speechless.

Elder Wei said, "Be the daughter-in-law of our Wei family!" Xiaokong twitched the corner of his mouth and looked at Wei Nanhe; Wei Nanhe was drinking soup and looked at Le Zhengqi; Le Zhengqi was gnawing on his bones and looked at Bai Weiyu; Weiyu laughed silently.

Old Wei: "Xiao Qi, you don't mind Nan He having an extra daughter-in-law?"

Le Zhengqi chewed the meat and said, "I don't mind."

Old Wei: "Weiyu, what about you?"

Bai Weiyu covered his mouth and smiled, "I don't mind."

Wei Nanhe finally spoke seriously: "Dad, now the law stipulates monogamy."

Mr. Wei knocked on his chopsticks and said angrily, "I am the law in the Wei family! Ah Sheng!" Turning to a rough repairer... the man with the scarred face said earnestly, "When will you give birth to my grandson?"

Ah Sheng replied disapprovingly: "Okay, okay, I will have a baby when I have time, eat, eat..." and gave Wei Lao a chopstick of jellyfish skin, "Come on, Wei Lao, what you like to eat."

Bai Weiyu mouthed to Yang Xiaokong, saying that he has dementia, you just need to get used to it.

Yang Xiaokong understood, and quietly chewed a few mouthfuls of carrots. From time to time, he glanced at Le Zhengqi and Wei Nanhe timidly across the long table... Those two people are too strange. Wei Nanhe should serve his father with soup and vegetables. But at the same time, he was also serving Le Zhengqi.

As soon as Aunt Wu's pine nut fish was served, Wei Nanhe was the first to put down the chopsticks to pinch the eyes of the fish to Lezheng Qi. Lezheng Qi made it clear that he was not very good at using chopsticks. After knocking on the plate, the busy Uncle Bee Wei Nanhe immediately picked it up for him.

Bai Weiyu elbowed Yang Xiaokong, muttering, "I love my wife, why can't you stop watching?"

Yang Xiaokong nodded half-understanding, and had an idea in his mind, Le Zhengqi is Wei Nanhe's wife... Wife, wife?Yang Xiaokong wiped off his cold sweat and lowered his head to pick up the rice. Le Zhengqi was Wei Nanhe's wife, and Yang Xiaokong fully understood within one night.

Wei Nanhe vacated the room on the east side of the second floor of the wooden building for Yang Xiaokong to live in. Yang Xiaokong took a brief look at the wooden building as if visiting a museum. The door panels are antiques collected from various places, repainted and installed. The room is full of furniture from the Ming and Qing Dynasties. The porcelain or bronze displayed are all antiques. Even the ashtrays on the table are made of famille roses in the late Qing Dynasty. , A strange atmosphere overflowed faintly in the whole wooden building.

Yang Xiaokong's room was originally very spacious, but because a mahogany babu bed took up half of the space, and a few pieces of Ming Dynasty furniture were placed on it, it was particularly crowded. Wei Nanhe said: "This is where Xiao Qi lived before. If you haven’t taken away his things, you can make do with it.” So where does Xiao Qi live?

Living in the same room with Wei Nanhe was not a temporary relocation because of Yang Xiaokong's arrival. This room has been empty for more than a year. At the beginning, Wei Nanhe gave Le Zhengqi a room, but later felt that it was useless. It is necessary to indicate that Le Zhengqi is young and speaks freely. Now people all over the world know their relationship.

Yang Xiaokong stuffed some of the clothes he had brought into the cabinets on the Babu bed, and after arranging, he opened the drawer above the pillow and was about to throw things like his ID card and wallet in there, but he didn't want to poke his head in. Inside lay a bronze dagger mottled with rust.

He took out the dagger and gestured a few times. Feeling the wind blowing behind him, he couldn't help but look to the left. There was a piece of embroidered embroidery with an unknown year on the hollowed-out door panel. Looking to the right... there was a string of copper coins hanging impressively; Look forward...the bronze mirror that shows a figure in a trance; look back...Yang Xiaokong didn't want to look any more, the more he looked, the more panicked he became, he hurriedly put the dagger back to its original place, and fell asleep with the lamp on.

The room facing the north of the corridor was also lit. Le Zhengqi was lying on the bed in a pair of cartoon cotton underwear and reading comics. You go home tomorrow to be with your dad."

Le Zhengqi curled his lips, "No, Dad will lock me up as soon as I get back and won't let me see you."

Wei Nanhe leaned over and kissed the back of his ear, and said with a smile, "No, your sister promised me."

Le Zhengqi put down the comic book, turned around and put his arms around his waist, "What do you promise?"

"I promise that if your father won't let you go, she will let you go."

Le Zhengqi suddenly broke into a smile, "Okay then, I'll go back for a few days, and I miss my dad too."

Wei Nanhe persuaded: "Hey, go back and get along well with your dad. Don't talk back when he scolds me."

"Don't talk back, he's right, you're an old hooligan! What did he call you, I just say yes!" Le Zhengqi puffed up his cheeks, and his delicate skin was puffed up under the dim light It's very tempting.

"Then he doesn't allow you to be with me, and you also say yes?"

"No." Le Zhengqi twitched and buried his face in his shoulder, "I said I just love old rascals."

Wei Nanhe smiled without saying a word, and silently leaned close to the child's face, kissing each other thinly. Lezheng Qi was only 15 years old when he first met him, and he snorted like a kitten. He only thinks about eating, and eats whatever he picks up, like a starved ghost reincarnated, even the first night was tricked by Wei Nanhe with chicken wings.

At that time, someone accused him of seducing minors as immoral. Although he turned a deaf ear to it, he was still a little guilty, but it didn't matter, time will tell everything.Two years have passed in the blink of an eye, the underage will soon be an adult, the little kid has grown a lot taller, although he is still naughty, but he is much more sensible, at least he understands what a lover is, and there is no need to use food to seduce him when making love .

He kissed down from Le Zhengqi's forehead, the flesh touched by his lips carried a trace of youthful and clear breath, sliding all the way down, the palm of his hand passionately and erotically caressed the child's thin chest and lower abdomen, Le Zhengqi felt itchy flesh, Dodging with a mischievous smile: "It's so itchy, don't touch it..."

Wei Nanhe put his hand into the child's cartoon cotton underwear and squeezed badly, "Touch this?"

Lezheng Qi arched his back like a shrimp.Moaning and chirping to protest: "Don't touch here!"

Wei Nanhe deliberately teased him: "Then what are you going to do?"

Le Zhengqi spread his legs and hooked Wei Nanhe's waist, and said in a childish and innocent tone, "Uncle Wei licks."

Wei Nanhe burst out laughing, the blood rushing straight to his forehead, he suddenly felt his crotch burning with unbearable desire, he held up Le Zhengqi's waist, licked and bit the green organs under the soft cloth through the child's cotton underwear, Le Zhengqi snorted, The bare legs wrapped around the thick shoulders of the other party, and they moved forward, expressing their feelings and needs straightforwardly, without concealing them.

Le Zhengqi's cotton underwear was wet, showing the shape of an erect organ, but Wei Nanhe stopped halfway, changed his target maliciously, and teased his exquisite pink nipple.

Le Zhengqi's face was stained with an ambiguous blush, and he complained childishly: "I haven't licked enough down here!"

"Stop licking."

"You are so stingy! I only licked it for a while!" Le Zhengqi yelled dissatisfied.

"I've licked enough for you generously. You put on your pants and run away. Who should I vent my anger on?" Wei Nanhe took off the child's half-wet underwear, dipped his fingertips in lubricant, and stabbed him a finger.

Le Zhengqi struggled to crawl away, "You fucked me so hard I couldn't get out of bed, how can I go home tomorrow?"

Wei Nanhe firmly carried him back and pressed his back firmly under his body, "Good boy, don't make trouble! I'll take it easy." As he said, he added two more fingers to continue to expand his acupoints with ease, Coaxed: "Shh... don't forget that there is Xiaokong living next door, don't shout and make people laugh."

How could Le Zhengqi's stunted body resist "Wei Ming Beast"?Wei Nanhe captured Lezheng Qi, who was constantly struggling and trying to escape. He took out his finger and replaced it with the guy who had been restraining him for a long time. He bit his lower lip, and writhed uneasily, his muffled moan was mixed with a nasal sound, which sounded like he had been greatly wronged.

"Baby, relax..." Wei Nanhe wrapped the child's thin body in his arms, slowly increased his strength to push into the depths of his body, and put one hand under his body to hold the little guy who was almost out of favor. Push down.

Lezheng Qi couldn't bear the excitement brought about by the front and back attack.Can't help calling Wei Nanhe's name softly like a kitten, begging for mercy.Wei Nanhe retreated an inch, then rushed to the bottom with one breath, tried a few times back and forth to get used to each other, then began to pump vigorously, and the hand under Le Zhengqi's crotch was caressing more quickly and passionately, Le Zhengqi Zhengqi was trembling, and before Wei Nanhe pumped it a few more times, he let it out in his hands, crying: "Okay, okay..."

"My dear boy, I'm not well yet."

Le Zhengqi was shaken so hard that he couldn't get down, grabbed the bedpost and whimpered: "Ah... you said just now that you will, it will be slow, um... ah..."

Yang Xiaokong next door was so disturbed that he couldn't sleep, he thought Wei Nanhe was beating a child, so he listened with his ears up, this was really embarrassing, Le Zhengqi's yelling came intermittently, accompanied by The implantation swayed violently.

Yang Xiaokong wiped his face, felt no sleepiness at all, felt extremely embarrassed, had to quietly escape from the wooden building, slipped to Zhuangbi Hall to find Bai Weiyu to hide for a while.Bai Weiyu was still working late at night in the lacquer studio to catch up on his creations. As soon as he heard about Yang Xiaokong's intentions, he made a fuss in a shy manner: "Junior brother, you and I have to sleep in the same bed, no! You just entered the school for a day and you want to sleep with your brother." If you do things that are not enough, you will simply ruin the teacher's sect!"

A drop of cold sweat rolled down Yang Xiaokong's forehead, "Brother Bai, listen to me..."

"Don't listen, don't listen!" Bai Weiyu pulled back his collar, "Your senior brother, I am not such a casual person!"

Yang Xiaokong twitched the corners of his mouth stiffly, "No, Weiyu, I'm not used to sleeping there..."

"Why are you not used to it? Accepting the bed? Scared?"

"No." Yang Xiaokong scratched his head, "Brother Wei and Xiaoqi are next door...uh, do that..."

"Oh..." Bai Weiyu knew it, he didn't need to be overly emotional, he suddenly turned from a fierce girl to a pervert, and raised his chin lewdly, "Tsk tsk, sheep boy. Look at your pure energy... Come on, here Senior brother will let you sleep with one kiss."

Yang Xiaokong turned his head weakly, "Brother Bai, please be normal..."

Bai Weiyu pouted his octopus mouth with a lewd smile, "Don't be shy, you have to do as the Romans do when you come to Grandpa's site, just get used to it..."

The two were flirting with each other lively, when Bai Weiyu suddenly saw something frightening, he suddenly put away his smile, "Sheep boy? What's wrong with you?"

"What's wrong with me?" Yang Xiaokong wondered.

"You, you, you..." Bai Weiyu backed away in horror, covering his face with his hands, "neck, arm, ah, I have a face too...you, you..."

Only then did Yang Xiaokong feel a little itchy all over his body, he looked down at his arm, he was shocked, red rash appeared on his body at some point!

Bai Weiyu was dumbfounded. He looked at the red lacquer on his hands, and at the wet lacquer paintings all over the room, and stammered, "No, can't you? You are against the lacquer... allergy?"

Yang Xiaokong is a sluggish and intelligent young man, he is not contradictory at all, he has to think about one thing more than others, but he definitely does it better than others, he speaks softly, and always has a good temper on his face. The slightly useless smile is very flattering.

Unfortunately, he is allergic to lacquer, not to mention making lacquer paintings, his whole body becomes red and swollen just by smelling the lacquer.Generally speaking, people who are allergic to lacquer will become immune as long as they have a rash once or twice, and they will not be allergic in the future, but Yang Xiaokong is an exception.

On the second day after Yang Xiaokong arrived at Zhuangbitang, Le Zhengqi was called home by her sister to accompany her father. Half a month later, Le Zhengqi came back and bumped into a big carrot plant under the stairs of the dark wooden building. Le Zhengqi was frightened With a big jump, seeing a mummified corpse in a tomb is not so frightening. The big carrot held a toothbrush and mouthwash cup, blinked its bright eyes, and nodded with a smile, "You're back."

Le Zheng stepped back again and again, and after seeing the person clearly, he asked incredulously, "Sheep...sheep?"

Big Carrot swept away his mournful expression, and said happily, "It's me, did you recognize it?" If you can recognize it, you'll be damned!Le Zhengqi forced a smile, kept a distance from Yang Xiaokong, and hurried upstairs.

Mr. Cao would never dislike student Carrot, and Bai Weiyu would not reject Junior Brother Carrot either. The two of them would only bleat the docile sheep to the paint studio inhumanely when the rash subsided a little. As a result, Yang Xiaokong became popular again and again.

Bai Weiyu brought calamine lotion from the village clinic to apply to Yang Xiaokong, but it didn't have any real effect. After applying it, Yang Xiaokong was covered in pink powder, which was even scarier to look at.

Bai Weiyu sat on the steps, propped his chin with a sad face, "Xiao Kong, what should you do?"

Yang Xiaokong's hands were itchy, his neck was itchy, and his face was also itchy. He pulled off his T-shirt, "Weiyu, look, I have grown on my belly."

Afraid Weiyu waved his hands again and again: "You are no different from a biochemical weapon, rest, wait until the rash subsides..."

"So what?" Yang Xiaokong stared with innocent eyes.

Bai Weiyu had no sympathy at all, and his face was expressionless: "Try again! What else can I do!"

"Uh..." Yang Xiaokong wanted to cry, "Oh, well..."

The low walls of the porcelain workshop are stacked with tiles and cement. Thousands of tiles with different patterns and glaze colors are exposed unevenly, which is very interesting.Yang Xiaokong squatted under the fence in every possible way bored, looking at the tiles, but couldn't find anything more meaningful to do other than that.

Le Zhengqi helped Mr. Wei out to bask in the sun, Yang Xiaokong stood up and called respectfully: "Uncle Master." Glancing at Le Zhengqi, he tried to imitate Wei Nanhe and called: "Xiaoqi."

Le Zhengqi raised his eyebrows, "Why is it more swollen than yesterday?"

Yang Xiaokong raked the back of his hand and said in a muffled voice, "It's just swollen."

Le Zhengqi smiled, "You don't need lacquer, you can use polyurethane."

Yang Xiaokong lowered his head, "Weiyu said that if you use chemical paint for a long time, you will have sequelae, and you will get Parkinson's disease when you get old, and the color of chemical paint is not as stable as that of lacquer, so I must get used to lacquer..."

Old Wei interrupted, and slapped his cane angrily, "Cao Tonghe, you bastard! You've been tossing you like this for five years!"

Yang Xiaokong: "Uncle, I haven't been here for a month..."

"Poor boy, what lacquer art do you want to learn? Learn how to make porcelain from Nanhe." Wei Lao trembled angrily, patted Yang Xiaokong's arm and asked, "Are you Weiyu or Xiaoqi?" Yang Xiaokong couldn't speak for himself.

"Uncle, he is the new Yang Xiaokong." Le Zhengqi said with a smile.

Wei turned his anger into joy like an old child, "Xiaokong, Xiaokong, I remember, I remember! Ah Sheng's nephew, right?"

Yang Xiaokong gave a wry smile, knowing that he could not communicate with this old man, so he simply stopped answering.

Old Wei walked while talking, and inadvertently raised his hand to support the wall, Le Zheng said anxiously: "Master, be careful not to scratch your hand."

"I'll still be scratched by tiles? What a joke!" Wei Lao suddenly became serious, heartbroken: "Nan He, a prodigal son, actually used tiles to build a fence." He touched the tiles on the wall, He muttered: "I have handled every piece of this! Kangxi famille rose, Yingqing doll bowl, Wanli blue and white, Ru kiln porcelain, Jian kiln... um, um, this piece of Jian kiln porcelain is an imitation." Just touch it , you can tell the year and kiln mouth of the porcelain piece.

Yang Xiaokong was stunned, and stared at Le Zhengqi with rounded eyes.

Le Zhengqi said indifferently: "Isn't it amazing? Not only porcelain, but also pottery, bronze, lacquer and jade, wood carvings and stone carvings. Apart from calligraphy and painting, my uncle can tell the year just by touching it."

Yang Xiaokong was speechless: "Amazing!"

"That's not true." Le Zhengqi blinked his big eyes, and said in a regretful tone, "Uncle Shi's skill is about to be lost, Nan He and I have learned it before, and if we can't learn it, hard work is useless, it depends on talent. "

Yang Xiaokong watched silently as Mr. Wei enthusiastically connected with the porcelain pieces on the fence. After watching for a while, he touched the bottom of the Yongzheng blue and white bowl in front of him regretfully, "I didn't expect that most of these have a history. Isn't it a waste?"

"What are these? They are just a small number of uninteresting folk kiln porcelain pieces." Lezheng Qichao Porcelain Workshop raised his chin, "In the second warehouse behind, there are several tons of porcelain pieces, some of which were bought by Nanhe ; Some of them were dug in ancient kilns." He snorted disdainfully: "Same as my father. Crazy."

Wei Nanhe, a gentle and elegant lunatic, took out a Yuan blue and white peony jar with twigs from Gongci imitation, and shouted at Le Zhengqi from a distance: "Xiaoqi!"

Le Zhengqi said to Yang Xiaokong: "You stay with Master Uncle, I have something else to do." Without waiting for Yang Xiaokong to agree, he turned and left.

Wei Nanhe put the jar on the table in the hall of the wooden building, turned around to appreciate the expression on Le Zhengqi's face, "cute, check the goods." Le Zhengqi turned over the bottom plate of the jar and looked at it, and hugged it to the door very dissatisfied. I checked the glazed surface and the carcass in the sun, but I was still unwilling. I carried it back and looked at the light again, but I saw nothing to say.

Wei Nanhe took the cigarette from his mouth, exhaled shallowly, raised his hand to embrace Le Zhengqi, pecked on his lips, and then pointed his nose to his, with a smile in his eyes, " Alright baby, I'll wrap it in newspaper for you, and you can use it to deal with that bastard Du Youshan."

Le Zhengqi responded cheerfully: "Okay."

Wei Nanhe hugged him and sat on the chair in a circle, warning him: "Don't talk nonsense with Du Youshan."

"En!" Le Zhengqi nodded fiercely.

Wei Nanhe shook the cigarette ash, smiled sullenly and said to himself, "Forgive that bastard for not daring to think of you."