Dumb painter giants grudge

After crossing the bridge, Wen Rang suddenly remembered something.

Didn't He Shishen just look for a ring?Why didn't this guy mention it after eating clean?

Wen Rang stopped and stared at him suspiciously.

"Why, they are almost entering the village, why did they stop again? Are you reluctant to be alone with me? This is still dark, and I don't care about it anymore. Let's kiss a few times." He Shishen said with joy.

With a loud "snap", Wen Rang slapped the opponent's arm with a palm.

———Why did he hit me?

----'Snapped'?

"What do you mean? 'Pa'? Do you think that?" He Shishen's smile suddenly twisted, "Now? Here? Isn't it a bit sloppy?"

Wen Rang put three palms in succession, and raised his left hand with a displeased face, wearing the gleaming ring on the middle finger of his left hand.

"I……"

He Shishen swallowed, but he didn't expect the other party to remember this, "Oh, yes, yes, the ring, I... didn't bring the ring."

Sure enough, he was still put together, and Wen Rang knew that all the "improper" actions of the other party were premeditated.

The process of improper behavior was beautiful, and the price He Shishen paid was not too great, it was just a punch, and the rib almost felt like it was going to be broken, so there was no big problem.

After the two returned to Jiang's house, they handed the leaves to an old woman, planning to burn paper money for a while before resting.

We will go up the mountain tomorrow, and the first night's wake can only be guarded by the juniors of the direct birth. Wen Rang doesn't need to stay up all night, but Wen Rang still wants to stay in front of the spirit for a while.

After all, after tomorrow, the dead will be buried in the ground, and they will really be completely separated from the world by yin and yang.

Everyone put paper money into the brazier silently, and no one talked to discuss it. It would be difficult for He Shishen to stay here, so he had to go upstairs first.

Grandma wanted to be strong in her life, and she could be counted as full of children and grandchildren, but she didn't end well. Wen Rang's heart slowly calmed down, and sad emotions surged up again.

After He Shishen went upstairs, he found that Wen Que was already sitting in a corner, looking down at his mobile phone. There were only two or three people on the floor.

"Brother Wen came up quite early, are you done?" He Shishen patted his trouser legs and sat down in the shop opposite Wen Que.

Wen Que glanced at the other party, continued to look at the phone, and said, "Of course."

"How about it."

"What is it."

He Shishen compacted the straw and flattened the cotton pad, "How was the experience in the countryside? Do you feel like you have become a fairy?"

"It's not bad, but the hands are a bit oily." Wen Que felt a little disdainful in his heart, "It's all a matter of duty."

"So, when does Brother Wen plan to end the experience?"

Wen Que raised his brows, "Young Master He, is your experience not so good? It's okay, I'll just do your job of serving the dishes for you tomorrow?"

"That's impossible. Tomorrow, I will be an important part of the back kitchen. I am a high-ranking and powerful person. I think Brother Wen will not understand." He Shishen took off his shirt and lay down shirtless.

Wen Que smiled, "That's a coincidence, then let's go together, the three of us."

"Isn't that bad? How can a brother meddle in the affairs of his younger brother and brother-in-law? It's not appropriate." He Shishen looked at the ceiling.

Wen was a little displeased, "Oh? It means you?"

"Knowing that we are reconciled, Brother Wen seems very unhappy." He Shishen took out two mobile phones from his pocket.

"Young Master He is really good-tempered, isn't this asking knowingly?" Wen Que turned sideways, deliberately avoiding facing the other party head-on.

"It doesn't matter. When we hold a wedding, we must reserve the best place for Brother Wen. You can see clearly every tear that Wen Rang shed when we are moved."

As He Shishen spoke, he turned on the phone and saw several missed calls from He's father. He immediately dialed He's father's number, and then he didn't want to bother with Wen Shi anymore.

He Shishen: "Hey, Dad, why are you calling me in the evening?"

Father He: "You didn't go to the company today?"

He Shishen: "It's not the first time I don't go to the company, why did I suddenly ask the teacher to ask me to blame?"

Father He: "It's only been so long since Yibai came back, and you entrusted such a big matter to him, why did you go!"

He Shishen: "Let him practice and practice. I'm busy, so I don't have time to go back."

Father He: "What are you busy with? You are busy every day. You see, what hope is there for being with you, huh?"

He Shishen: "Your son is so busy at your daughter-in-law's mother's house that he is almost exhausted, so he has no business. I kill chickens and pluck feathers in the morning, go up the mountain to dig the soil in the afternoon, and pick leaves in the forest at night. You and Did my mother care about me? Do you know what I can do? You said, you might as well wear it the night you made me. "

Father He: "Boss is not young anymore. He is full of obscene language all day long. How can he be nice to you? He even kills chickens and digs up dirt. What's going on? Did you sell yourself out in debt?"

He Shishen had to lower the volume of the call, for fear of being heard but heard, he explained to He's father what happened to Wen Rang's mother's house.

Father He: "Oh, there is one more thing, did you beat that kid from the Song family to deafness?"

He Shishen: "How do you know?"

Father He: "The police came to our house for a cup of tea."

He Shishen: "And then."

Father He: "You still have the face to ask, do you know how troublesome it is for Jiutang to settle this matter? Do you know that Mr. Song swallowed your two pieces of rubber plantation?!"

He Shishen: "When did it happen?"

Father He: "Last night, Yibai told me today that he couldn't handle it."

He Shishen: "Why did he rob my rubber plantation? Where did he get such a large capital?"

Father He: "I still want to ask you. You can figure it out. Your mother and I are planning to go on vacation. I don't want to deal with your bad things."

After hanging up the phone, He Shishen felt a little puzzled, why did Song Rong spend so much money to buy the rubber plantation he was looking for, not to mention, how could the Song family spend so much money all at once?After thinking about it, He Shishen sent a text message to He Yibai.

Wen, on the other hand, was on the sidelines, and had already listened to everything.

"Xiao Rang."

Wen called out to Wen Rang who had just come up.

As soon as Wen Rang saw He Shishen appearing in the same frame as his elder brother, his original sad feelings immediately dissipated, and he just felt that troubles were coming again.

"Wen Rang." He Shishen also called him.

For some reason, Wen Rang felt that he was destined to be a bit of an emperor, and according to common sense, he was going to flip his cards next.

Wen Rang made a few gestures to Wen Que, but Wen Que immediately frowned and said back to him: "Let's go together, brother, don't worry, brother is an important member who washes the dishes after the banquet tomorrow. Can't go."

"Brother Wen, this manpower is enough. One of them can handle two. You can go home with peace of mind. I will wash the dishes." He Shishen fanned the flames.

However, Wen sighed, and said to Wen Rang in a sad and timid way: "Xiao Rang, do you think that brother is annoying, that he only knows how to wash dishes, and that brother knows that you have grown up and don't need me anymore..."

—————*Daily** heard of you*......

—————————— Fuck you.

He Shishen cursed Wen Que several times in his heart, unexpectedly, Wen Rang still sighed in the end, and Wen Que stayed behind.

"Xiao Rang, come over to my brother's side, that place is almost full." Wen Que patted the empty seat on his left.

He Shishen happened to be tidying up the empty seats around him, so he stopped immediately and said, "Wen Rang, I, I'm scared, I dare not sleep here by myself, I'm afraid of the cold."

Then an uncle around He Shishen who was concentrating on playing with his mobile phone immediately sneered, "What do you think I am?"

"Uncle, I know people when I sleep. It's the first time I've traveled far, and I don't have anyone I know... I, I'm actually very timid..." He Shishen said sadly and innocently.

It's a good one to treat his own body in his own way, but he gritted his teeth secretly when he heard it.

"Recognize someone in bed? Is he your wife or your mother?" The uncle showed an unpredictable expression.

He Shishen choked up for no reason, "He calls my mother Mom, and I call his mother Mom too, Uncle, do you understand?"

"I don't know, I don't understand."

A few people put down their mobile phones and looked this way. Wen Rang felt that he was already in the center of a hotspot, and immediately kicked off his slippers, and sat down next to He Shishen.

"It's fine, after all, Young Master He is timid, so you can stay with him." Wen Que smiled kindly, then lay down flat and covered his ears with a quilt.

He Shishen gave up his seat to Wen Rang, then glanced at Wen Que who was opposite him, and said, "Brother Wen, it's not cold yet, your quilt is so concealed, isn't it weak, you are too young to be useless , Make it up."

"No need, I'm just allergic to sound." Wen Ke said muffled under the quilt.

"Really, then please be deaf for a night first."

After a while, more people came to rest, and each chose a seat. Most of them were half-acquainted or unfamiliar relatives, and they were exhausted physically and mentally.

The headlights were turned off, and only a low-wattage light bulb was turned on in the corridor. The hall was dark and gloomy, and the voices of everyone gradually subsided. Everyone played with their mobile phones or chose to go to bed early.

He Shishen folded the jacket he took off into pieces, put it aside, and whispered, "I'll use it as a pillow for you. You sleep against the wall, and I'll surround you outside."

Wen Rang picked up the "pillow" and smelled it. It smelled like a man, but he put it back and slept on the side next to the wall.

The two of them were covered with a blanket. The blanket should belong to the older generation. It was still bright red, with patterns of mandarin ducks playing in the water printed on it. It was probably an old wedding blanket.

The hair was a little stiff, and He Shishen felt a little itchy with his bare upper body.

Wen Rang turned sideways to face the wall, with his back to He Shishen. He Shishen moved closer and said behind Wen Rang's ear, "This blanket is so festive. Look at us, don't we look like we are sleeping on a wedding bed?"

——Whose marriage bed lays straw on the ground...

———Dare to say such things at the funeral scene?

——Still sleeping on the marriage bed?Aren't you afraid of becoming a ghost marriage?

Wen Rang took away the other party's hand on his waist, and then moved towards the wall. He Shishen pulled up the blanket, and the quilt covered their mouths, and they were muffled in the quilt as they whispered.

"If you go further, you will kiss the wall. Do you have any obsession with the wall? I saw that when I was at home, every time you did something, your face was stuck to the wall."