God, he's wearing it again

Frozen nails, they hang very strong and don't look like they're going to fall off even after a day.

Lu Huasheng, who was immersed in his own world, discovered another person beside Feng Jiuluo at this time, but the person had already entered, leaving him with only a corner of his clothes, and moved his hand rubbing the hem of his clothes.

"Both of you have a bowl of ginger soup to get rid of the cold." Bai Qiuci prepared a bowl of ginger soup for the two of them respectively, "Watson didn't do well in the exam this time. If you stand outside and his father has a comparison, he probably will." Even more angry, this will also affect the relationship between you."

Although Luo Jiu's mother came from a rural background, Feng Jiuluo felt that she lived a transparent life.

That's right, it doesn't matter whether it's friendship or other feelings, sometimes it can't stand scrutiny, and once there is a comparison, there will be a gap in the heart.

In the middle of the night, Lu Huasheng walked around to the back door of Luo Jiu's house as usual, and was about to come in through the window Luo Jiu left for him. Who knew that just as he opened the window, he heard the sound of Xixi, and the sound of sucking lips and teeth alternately.

The figures on the bed overlapped and were embracing and kissing each other. The person below turned from refusal at first to enjoying it. He hugged the nape of the person above with one hand, and put the other hand on the other person's head.

Lu Huasheng couldn't help clenching his fist behind the bed.

Feng Jiuluo felt the cool wind for a moment and looked towards the window.

"There seems to be someone over there by the window."

"It's all your illusion." The young man was a little unwilling to be interrupted and snapped back the head of the person below. He finally kissed him and was ready, how could he let this unexpected guest interrupt him.

Being kissed again, Feng Jiuluo was a little confused/fascinated by the kiss, and slipped a hand in from the hem of his clothes.

"Ah."

Lu Huasheng didn't know how he got home. The scene just now was engraved in his mind, and a feeling of being betrayed came to his heart. They had never been like this before. He and Luo Jiu agreed to graduate...

But now he's doing that kind of thing at home with a young, pretty guy he's only known for a few months.

74. A successful career ([-])

The Spring Festival is approaching, and every household in the mountain village lights up red lanterns. Although there are many Spring Festival couplets on the doors sold in the county, the village where Luojiu is located still continues the previous tradition. Window grilles, door stickers, etc.

This year, Feng Jiuluo writes Spring Festival couplets. The black characters on the vermilion paper are vigorous and powerful, and at the same time have their own unique kind of freedom and ease.

"Wow, when did my son write such good calligraphy?" Bai Qiuci couldn't help sighing while looking at the two couplets.

Feng Jiu put the pen aside and smiled, "I learned this by myself when I was in school, so it's not bad."

"My son is really good."

Bai Qiuci patted his head, and it was full of pride and pampering. The old god who was over 8000 years old suddenly felt strange in his heart when he received such praise and care. It's not that embarrassment is a very special feeling. Not offensive.

"Xiao Jiu, look at the window grilles I cut." Han Shuang raised the pair of small people who had been cut out in her hands, looking like she was waiting for praise, Feng Jiuluo glanced at the pair of small people and felt a little bit look familiar.

"It's okay." Coping said.

"It's not bad, it's better than the old man in our village." Bai Qiuci took it over and looked at it. The little figures on it were lifelike, holding hands and looking at each other.

"I didn't expect you to have such a skill at such a young age." Bai Qiuci sighed again, without taking his eyes off the paper-cut.

"Really? You see your mother praised me." Frost bumped his shoulder.

"Yes, yes, you can open a shop with your skills." Feng Jiuluo smiled at him.

He shouldn't have praised him, but after seeing Hanshuang cut a mandarin duck playing in the water, a dragon and a phoenix showing auspiciousness, he almost cut out the word happy, and smiled at Feng Jiuluo with some meaning.

"This cut is really good, but are you in a hurry to get married?" Bai Qiuci seemed to be a little happy while holding the few window grilles he had cut. Hanshuang lowered her head and felt a little embarrassed. Someone he likes can't help teasing him.

"It seems that there is no need to buy window grilles for the wedding, just cut them in advance and put them away."

Frost seemed to think for a while, "This is a good idea, but I don't know if these window grilles will turn yellow when he agrees, and whether they can still be used."

Bai Qiuci: "How could she not agree to a good boy like you."

……

Feng Jiuluo listened to the two of them chatting with each other, raised his head and almost rolled his eyes, his mother, if you know that this ambitious wolf is going to marry your son me, what would your expression be?

"Qiuci, come and help me build a fire. I want to stew these meats, spare ribs, and save them for Chinese New Year."

There is a custom here during the Chinese New Year not to burn raw food, so these dishes should be matured before the Chinese New Year, and then eaten hot with other side dishes during the Chinese New Year, such as dried mushrooms, And stored vegetables or something.

"Let me go, it just so happens that this side is also finished." Frost rushed to the front and said.

Feng Jiuluo and Bai Qiuci were left behind, one was pasted with batter on the back of the Spring Festival couplets, and the other had Spring Festival couplets pasted on the door.

"Is it really okay for Frost not to go back for the New Year?" Bai Qiuci asked as he handed over the pasted Spring Festival couplets.

Feng Jiuluo compared the Spring Festival couplets to the door, looked at the appropriate position and pressed them, and then smoothed them evenly with his hands, "He said it's fine, you don't have to worry too much, maybe his house is too deserted and you want to have a good time The same age, let him go."

"That's right. The age of the rich family is probably not the same as ours. They don't have so much human touch, but I think this child is different from those children of the rich family. Meticulous." Bai Qiuci muttered.

Feng Jiuluo felt that she was about to want Hanshuang to be his godson.

"If I had a daughter, I would definitely marry her," but after thinking about it again, "But there is someone he likes, maybe he is a well-educated person, and he doesn't like people like us."

Feng Jiuluo twitched the corner of his mouth, and changed the subject, "Mom, do you see if my post is crooked?"

"Go there, go up, next to it, yes, yes, yes."

"Mom told you that the phoenix in the mountains should not expect to fly high. You can't be a phoenix man. Don't rush up when you see a girl with good conditions. You can find someone with similar conditions to ours." Don't think about climbing high branches, we can't do things like relying on women to make a fortune."

Feng Jiuluo heard him say a lot, "Mom, don't think so much. You don't know who your son is. After being influenced by your positive energy for a long time, your mind can't go anywhere." Girls, there is only a boy who throws golden sticks, do you want it? He even threw golden sticks at your door.

On New Year's Eve, the sound of firecrackers outside was non-stop, and probably could be heard all over the valley. Luo Yushan lit firecrackers, Feng Jiuluo stood by the door, covering his ears, and Hanshuang stood beside him.

The light and shadow of the firecrackers imprinted on Feng Jiuluo's face, making his lazy expression a little softer. The young man was stunned by the side, and walked out clasping Feng Jiuluo's hand.

Spread out your own "treasure box" and there are all kinds of small fireworks in it, like a spinning top while flying to the sky when lit, and a standing firework tree that explodes dozens of fireworks on the ground, and Hold it in your hand and ignite it to soar into the sky, and so on.

"Let me tell you where you made these things." Feng Jiuluo's mouth curved into an arc, holding a "magic wand" in his hand, and heard a "sudden" sound of fireworks exploding in the distance.

"It's fun, I bought it from the small store on the mountainside here." Frost smiled at him, "There are more here."

Until twelve o'clock at night, the sound of firecrackers outside was still ringing, some came from the next valley, and some came from their village, from far to near, from near to far.

The window of the reflection is flickering and dark, bright time illuminates two figures overlapping, embracing each other, the shadows are kissing each other, while dark time hears the sound of lips and teeth clinging together and the sound of cloth rubbing against each other.

Suddenly heard a few small panting.

"My lip is broken again, take it easy."

"Does it hurt? Let me lick it for you."

"You did it."

Suddenly there was a ray of light outside the door, and one hand turned on the light, and the two separated immediately, but they didn't know if the owner of the hands that turned on the light saw anything, and looked at her expression.

Bai Qiuci held two red envelopes, "You two lucky money." She walked in.

"Do you even have me?" Frost took it with a look of surprise.

"Of course, how can Chinese New Year be without lucky money." Bai Qiuci said with a smile.

Feng Jiuluo also took the red envelope.

"If there's nothing else, I'll go back to my room, and you all go to bed early," he said, closing the door, "Good night, happy new year."

"Happy New Year."

Hearing the sound of the door closing again, Frost caressed his face, "Do you want to continue?"

"I want your size." Feng Jiuluo pulled the quilt, faced the bed, pressed the red envelope under the pillow and stopped looking at him.

After a moment of silence, he thought that there was peace behind him, but a warm body was pressed against him again, "When will we be able to enter the bridal chamber?"

The voice behind her ears was hoarse, and Feng Jiuluo clearly felt his desire.

75. A successful career (thirteen)

"People have five fingers, you can figure it out." Feng Jiuluo paused and wrapped his own quilt tightly.

The young man lying behind him: "Master, do you want to lend me your five fingers?"

Feng Jiuluo: "Don't borrow it, use your own."

"Master, how can you be so ruthless." The boy behind complained.

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