The little man on the apex

The uncles at Feng Wanlong's table are all "surnamed Feng". When Yuan Xi said this, even though he was speaking to Feng Wanlong, the others all raised their heads to look at him.

It would be a lie to say that you are not afraid.

Yuan Xi clenched the hem of his clothes in his hand, smashed the can and said straight to Feng Wanlong, "I want to fight wine with you!"

Feng Wanlong sneered, as if he couldn't believe it.

The fourth uncle was already drunk, and he reached out to grab Yuan Xi's arm, but Yuan Xi stepped back and dodged it.

A man who didn't know who he was on the opposite side narrowed his eyes, stretched his head out to look at Yuan Xi carefully, and suddenly said, "Isn't this from Mr. Yan's family?"

Another uncle heard the words and said: "Mr. Yan? The one who runs a private school?"

Nabo nodded and replied, "That's him, my kid studies there."

There were seven or eight people at this table, and there were children from three families studying in Yan Heyi's private school. These people were all relatives, and they could be counted as their own children if they swung their fingers a few times.

Therefore, they respected Yan Heyi quite a bit, and they didn't even dare to do anything to Yuan Xi.

Feng Wanlong took a sip of the wine, without even raising his eyes, he waved his hands and said, "Little boy, do you know what spelling wine is? I don't care about it with you, go home quickly, and go study with your husband."

Yuan Xi bit his lips slightly, and said coldly: "It's not certain who wins and who loses! Don't talk nonsense."

Feng Wanlong took a mouthful of food and brought it to his mouth, before putting down his chopsticks: "Then use a bowl, don't say I bullied you, Ziyu—"

He looked around and asked, "Where's Ziyu?"

An uncle pointed to the side room: "I ran back to the room just now, didn't you see it?"

Feng Wanlong glanced at the side room, stood up and wanted to take a look, but stopped immediately, and muttered in a low voice: "Maybe I'm tired, let him go."

Now that there was no one to order, Feng Wanlong frowned, went to the kitchen and brought two white porcelain bowls, holding a large wine jar in his arms.

As soon as the stopper was opened, Yuanxi could smell the smell. After a moment of pungent smell, there was a mellow and long-lasting fragrance. It was exactly sorghum wine, and the strength seemed to be quite high.

Feng Wanlong raised the wine jar, filled two large bowls, then glanced at Zhao Jing in the far corner, and said loudly, "This is brought back by Xiao Jing. He said that Uncle Zhou likes to drink it. Today is a good day for us."

He took a deep breath of the wine in his bowl and asked, "How do you spell it?"

Yuan Xi gritted his back molars, thinking quickly.

In fact, he didn't even think about how to fight.

sloppy.

Yuan Xi exhaled lightly, and said slowly: "How about this, just fight for the amount of alcohol, we each take turns drinking one bowl, and after drinking a bowl, we can ask each other a question."

He did have a lot of things to ask Feng Wanlong.

Feng Wanlong sneered, "What do you think it is? It's just a child's game. Come on, I'll go first."

After speaking, he picked up his own bowl of wine and drank it all in one go. The wine was very full, but not a single drop was spilled.

Feng Wanlong wiped his lips, and asked playfully, "What kind of relationship do you have with Mr. Yan? I heard that they all live together?"

He has always felt that the relationship between Yuan Xi and Yan Heyi is not very innocent, and it is simply outrageous for two unmarried men to live together every day.

Because of this, he didn't like Zhou Ziyu being with Yuan Xi very much. He always felt that if he stayed for a long time, he would learn the same as Yuan Xi.

He has not said a few words, but repeated a few words in his heart countless times, probably shameless, not self-loving, or... loose.

Yuan Xi was also stopped by this question: Yes, what does it matter?

After thinking for a few turns, he came to his senses and said calmly: "Mr. Yan is my benefactor and my husband. I am homeless and he took me in. As for the relationship, what is your business?"

Yuan Xi's mouth was hard, but his heart was pounding.

Fortunately, Feng Wanlong didn't hold on to this question, and said directly: "Okay, okay, it's your turn to drink."

This sorghum wine was much stronger than the green plum wine made by Yan Heyi. Yuan Xi didn't expect Feng Wanlong to take this, but fortunately, he was quite at ease about his drinking capacity.

He picked up the wine bowl steadily, trying to make himself drink as chic as possible, then put the bowl on the table, and asked: "You were so good at Ziyu before, did you pretend?"

Feng Wanlong heard the words and patted the table lightly: "Who pretended? I have done so much work for his family, where did I pretend?"

"He is well-behaved and simple, and his family is good. Several families are rushing to get him! How could I treat him badly?"

Yuan Xi's face showed an obvious sullen look, and he asked sharply, "Why did you treat him like that just now? You know he doesn't know how to drink."

Feng Wanlong poured wine for the two of them with the jar in his arms, and said, "This is another question, we have to ask it in the next round."

He raised his head and drank his own wine, then said: "I have nothing to ask, it's your turn."

Just now he drank the bowl of wine violently, and he didn't expect that the wine was so strong that Yuan Xi was already a little dizzy now that the wine was getting stronger.

He collected himself, raised his head and drank another bowl, heaved a few breaths, and asked loudly: "Tell me, why did you let him drink? And make him work?"

Feng Wanlong shook his wine bowl, and said quietly: "I did it for his own good, to rub him, to make him more sensible."

"They're all betrothed, they don't know anything, they don't understand anything, what are they like?"

"Besides, it's just a glass of wine, what can I do? I've drank almost a jar of wine!"

He stretched out his hand to pick up a piece of meat from a distance and put it into his mouth, then said: "This is an engaged marriage, so I am no longer the original Jiaojiao brother, how can I know nothing?"

"Being a husband, you should be virtuous and diligent, and serve your husband with all your heart!"

"Look at the fourth uncle's house. Do you dare to go out on weekdays? You stay at home to wash clothes, cook meals, and take care of the children. This is a good husband."

The fourth uncle was already drunk and turned into a pool of mud, lying on the table in a disfigured manner, smacked his mouth twice, and echoed vaguely in his throat: "That's right, this is a good... good husband."

After speaking, he moved to the side and continued to close his eyes.

Yuan Xi scolded him countless times in his heart, wishing he could slap him in the face.

Fallacy Fallacy Fallacy!

Nonsense!

He was angry, but he didn't know how to refute.

I remember what Xiaoyue said, looking back at the marriages in this area of ​​the mountain, the couple can choose which house to live in at will, even if they move out alone, no one will say anything, it sounds very enlightened, why Feng Wanlong would With these thoughts, it's not like someone looking back at the mountain.

It seemed that everyone at this table surnamed Feng followed this discipline.

Yuan Xi felt a little lack of confidence.

I don't know anything, and I often mess things up, can I be regarded as a good husband?

Where is my brother?What is he thinking?

Is he also planning to find a virtuous and good husband?

When Yuan Xi was in a trance, Feng Wanlong raised his head and drank a big bowl again, and his body shook a little.

I drank a lot with my uncles before, and now I drank a few bowls of sorghum wine, and now I'm not drunk, but I can't find the amount of alcohol.

He half-closed his eyes, waved his sleeves and said, "Yuanxi, you can't even cook a meal. If you follow Mr. Yan in the future, you will suffer a lot."

Yuan Xi was poked in the center of his mind, and gave him an annoyed look, and continued drinking.

Feng Wanlong wanted to pour wine for Yuan Xi, but seeing that he was a little confused, he filled his wine bowl to the brim, but he only drank half of it.

After a few rounds, Yuan Xi really couldn't drink anymore. Holding the wine bowl, he felt that the sky and the earth were spinning, and his hands were trembling slightly.

Feng Wanlong was also drunk, his neck was terribly red, and he pointed at Yuan Xi's nose and shouted, "I can't do it anymore? Drink it quickly! Make a fuss!"

When Yuan Xi was about to drink this bowl, Zhao Jing came over.

He took the bowl in Yuan Xi's hand, smiled at him, and said softly, "I'll do it."

After finishing speaking, he frowned tightly and drank the bowl of wine in one gulp.

The rash just now has almost healed up, but after drinking this bowl of sorghum wine, it may take several days for the new rash to disappear.

He barely stood still, grabbed Yuan Xi's sleeve and said, "Let's go."

Feng Wanlong got up and stopped in front of the two, shouting loudly: "I haven't finished drinking yet! Who dares to leave?"

He put the bowl back into Yuan Xi's hands, picked up the jar and filled it up for him, "What? Kid, admit defeat?"

Yuan Xi's eyes were red, and he raised his eyes and looked at him coldly: "Who surrendered?"

Holding the wine bowl, he kept trembling, only to feel that the people around him were floating in vain, and he seemed to be floating in mid-air.

Zhao Jing patted Yuan Xi's shoulder, and whispered in his ear: "Mr. Yan is waiting for you!"

Upon hearing Yan Heyi, Yuan Xi's eyes lit up for a moment, he put down his wine bowl and said, "That's right, brother is waiting for me, I have to go home."

He staggered a step forward, but was stopped by Feng Wanlong again.

Feng Wanlong shoved the man back hard, and said unsteadily, "Don't go!"

He put the wine bowl back into Yuan Xi's hand, "Drink this bowl first and then talk."

Feng Wanlong is also a strong man, Yuan Xi was pushed back again and again by him, and managed to avoid falling.

In normal times, with Zhao Jing present, Feng Wanlong would not be able to take advantage of it. After all, in front of Zhao Jing, Feng Wanlong's thick arms seemed a bit unattractive, and he was not as tall as others, so how could he dare to be so presumptuous.

However, after Zhao Jing drank a bowl of sorghum wine, it was already very good to be able to stand, but every word and every sentence was trying to hold on, and his consciousness was a little fuzzy.

Yuan Xi struggled to move the wine bowl in his hand towards the front inch by inch, it was clearly in front of him, he opened his mouth a few times, but he couldn't drink it anyway.

Suddenly, the wine bowl in his hand was taken away again.

The visitor raised his head and took a long gulp, and then, with a "bang", the large white porcelain bowl shattered firmly on the ground.

Yuan Xi couldn't see the truth in his eyes, he only knew that the person in front of him was wearing a blue long gown, half a head taller than himself.

elder brother?

His legs went limp, and he fell forward uncontrollably, and then he was firmly caught by the man in the long gown.

Everyone present was startled, and instantly fell silent.

The fourth uncle was awakened by the sound of the wine bowl falling to the ground, raised his head and rubbed his eyes, and said with a playful smile, "Hey! Mr. Yan is here!"

The people at the table at the door saw that just now Yan Heyi ran in angrily as if she had changed, and slammed the wine bowl at Feng Wanlong in front of her.

He embraced the limp Yuan Xi in his arms, and said coldly to Feng Wanlong: "It's not that he is protected by no one, and you can bully him like this."

Although Yan Heyi was serious on weekdays, her face was still somewhat friendly, but now she seemed to have no warmth at all.

Feng Wanlong reached out and pushed Yan Heyi, but instead of pushing him, he staggered back a few steps.

He stepped forward again, grabbed Yan Heyi's arm, and said loudly, "Who do you think you are?"

Then, he shoved Yuan Xi again, and said insistently: "Kid, if you have a taste, just keep drinking!"

Yuan Xi's headache felt like it was going to explode, and he shrank subconsciously into Yan Heyi's arms.

Yan Heyi's heart was slightly tugged.

He raised Yuan Xi's arms, wrapped around his waist to protect Yuan Xi firmly, then bumped into Feng Wanlong who was standing in front of him with his shoulder, and said "Get out" coldly.

Then, he supported Yuan Xi and went out the door without looking back.

-

The sound of Yan Heyi throwing the bowl also alarmed the people in the main room.

It was already afternoon after the banquet, and Zhou Ziyu's parents and Feng Wanlong's parents had already had a good meal in the main room, and they had already talked for a long time.

Aunt Zhou saw Zhao Jing who was propping up on the table with a painful face at a glance, trotted a few steps, stepped forward to support him, and asked with concern: "Xiao Jing, what's the matter? Have you been drinking?"

She lifted Zhao Jing's collar slightly, only to see that his neck was covered with red rashes, and there was no good spot at all.

She turned around and said to Uncle Zhou who was at a loss: "What are you doing in a daze? Come quickly and help the child in."

The two brought Zhao Jing to the main room, asked him to lie flat, brought a bowl of warm honey water, and fed him a few mouthfuls.

Zhao Jing closed his eyes drowsily. Aunt Zhou took out some herbal ointment and carefully applied it to the rash on Zhao Jing's neck.

I just painted halfway, only to hear the noise outside, it seems that Feng Wanlong is calling Zhou Ziyu.

Aunt Zhou handed the herbal ointment to Uncle Zhou, and after a few more instructions, she went straight out of the main room.

In the yard, Feng Wanlong was standing outside Zhou Ziyu's house, knocking on the door repeatedly.

Surrounded by relatives from both sides, there were those who spoke kindly to dissuade them, and some who watched the fun, but most of them were drunken uncles who made a fuss.

At first, Feng Wanlong knocked on the door lightly, but then his hand became heavy behind him, making the door shake.

He was also quite drunk, and his feet were a little unsteady, so every time he knocked on the door, he slammed his upper body against the door, looking scary, and kept yelling: "Zi Yu? Zi Yu -"

"Open the door, Zhou Ziyu! Zhou Ziyu!"

The door of the house was bolted inside, Zhou Ziyu was still leaning against the foot of the bed, the tears that had stopped for a long time flowed down uncontrollably again.

The Zhou family has a good temper, the elder brother is a very kind person, the sister-in-law is as gentle as water, not to mention the elder sister, who is famously virtuous and gentle.

Uncle Zhou is honest and honest, sometimes he is a bit dull because he talks less, but those who know him well know that he is a warm-hearted person who talks less and does more.

Probably only Aunt Zhou was different. She was very quick to do things, and she was a rare impatient person.

Although sometimes she was a bit aggressive when talking to Uncle Zhou and the children, but this woman with a sharp mouth and a bean curd heart was the backbone of the Zhou family. She devoted herself to tending the tea garden for more than ten years, so that the family could live such a good life.

There are many people in the family, and there are many things, but they have never quarreled and blushed.

Zhou Ziyu is the youngest child in the family. The whole family is as precious as something. No one has ever hurt him when he grows up to this age.

Just now, when Feng Wanlong called him in the yard, Zhou Ziyu was terrified, but it was Xiaoyue who was smart enough to run over and pull the latch.

If the elder brother and elder sister were present, they would not have allowed Feng Wanlong to mess around like this, but something happened to the elder sister's in-laws, and it has not been resolved until now. The elder brother and sister-in-law went to help, but they couldn't make it back today.

Feng Wanlong slammed the door loudly outside, and Xiaoyue shouted loudly from behind the door: "You are not allowed to come in."

Feng Wanlong gave the hammer a few more times and shouted, "I'm his man! Why can't I go in?"

Xiaoyue kicked the door and replied: "You are not!"

With this posture outside, Xiaoyue was not scared to cry, she always remembered her brother's instructions and protected Zhou Ziyu with all her heart.

Feng Wanlong wanted to knock on the door, but his arm was tightly grabbed. He turned around and said angrily, "Don't pull me!"

La Feng Wanlong poured a bowl of water on his face and said sharply, "Look who I am!"

Feng Wanlong was chilled by the cold water, sobered up by two minutes, rubbed his eyes and saw that it was Aunt Zhou.

He took a step forward and said with a playful smile, "Auntie! No, no, it should be mother!"

Unsteady on his feet, Feng Wanlong staggered forward and called affectionately, "Mother!"

Aunt Zhou's expression was colder than that bowl of well water, and she stepped back with a look of disgust: "Who is your mother?"

Feng Wanlong's parents were also nearby. At this time, Feng Wanlong's mother—let's call her Aunt Feng, looked very ugly, and said to Feng Wanlong in a low voice: "Why do you drink so much? It's okay, don't make trouble anymore."

Uncle Feng—that is, Feng Wanlong's father, pushed Aunt Feng back, and said in a low voice with a stern face: "Today we are engaged, we should drink some wine, what do you know?"

He changed his gentle expression again, and said to Aunt Zhou: "Mother-in-law, Wanlong drank too much, what's wrong with you, don't take it to heart."

Aunt Zhou snorted coldly, waved her hands again and again and said, "Don't, don't call me mother-in-law. The two children are not married yet, so I can't afford to be called that."

Uncle Feng's face changed slightly, but he still maintained that decent gentleness, and asked in a low voice: "Mother-in-law, what do you mean?"

Aunt Zhou leaned against the door frame and said word by word: "It means that our family has to reconsider this marriage."

Upon hearing this, Aunt Feng became a little anxious, and stepped forward to grab Aunt Zhou's sleeve: "His aunt, the child is not sensible, and he drank some wine. Please bear with me. It is not easy for the two children to get to this point."

Uncle Feng pulled Aunt Feng away again, and whispered in her ear: "Okay, how can you speak here?"

Aunt Feng retreated resentfully, not daring to speak any more.

Uncle Feng spread his hands, and said to Aunt Zhou, "What else is there to consider? Everyone in the village knows that Ziyu is engaged to my family, Wanlong. Is there any reason to go back on it?"

"If this marriage is a scandal, I'm afraid your family will be accused of going back on its word. Will there be a matchmaker who would dare to come to the door to propose marriage in the future?"

He raised his voice, and continued: "Furthermore, this brother has been engaged and then divorced, and his reputation is not good!"

"Mother-in-law, don't you think so?"

"Don't worry, I will teach this kid well when I get home, so that he will never dare again."

Aunt Zhou rolled her eyes countless times when she saw him spitting and saying these words, but she still cared about her face and didn't show too much on her face.

She crossed her arms on her chest, and said calmly: "It's just an engagement, it's not sold to your family, why can't I return it?"

"I think it's your door that matchmakers dare not enter."

"Besides, so what if you have been engaged? Is it inferior to others?"

"Even if my son never gets married, I can afford to support him. I will definitely not let him suffer from this kind of spoilage!"

Hearing this, Feng Wanlong who was next to him finally regained his senses, pulled Aunt Zhou's sleeve and said, "Auntie, it's all my fault, I poured a few more bowls of yellow soup, and did such a ridiculous thing, you must not Retire us."

Actually, Aunt Zhou was very satisfied with Feng Wanlong.

He has great strength, works very quickly, and looks quite energetic. Although Wen is not as elegant as Mr. Yan, and Wu is not as burly as Zhao Jing, he is also quite well-behaved. Among the men in Ping'an Village, he should be very eye-catching. one.

He often came to work for the Zhou family, and soon became acquainted with Uncle Zhou and Aunt Zhou.

Therefore, when discussing Zhou Ziyu's marriage, Feng Wanlong became the No. 1 choice in Aunt Zhou's heart.

Of course, what's even more rare is that my own son also likes him, so this marriage is a matter of course.

The matchmaker drank too much at the banquet and went home to sleep long ago, but now he was suddenly woken up again and trotted all the way to Zhou's house to make peace.

He talked so much that his throat was smoky and his lips were pimples, and finally he persuaded Aunt Zhou, and promised not to resign the marriage for now, but to talk about it later in the evening after asking Zhou Ziyu what he meant.

-

As soon as he walked out of the alley where Zhou Ziyu's house lived, Yuan Xi squatted on the ground and refused to leave.

Yan Heyi stretched out her hand to touch Tan Yuanxi's flushed cheeks, feeling scalding.

"Yuanxi, what's the matter?"

Yuan Xi's whole face was twisted into a ball, and he said weakly: "I feel uncomfortable."

Yan Heyi only felt that the heart in her chest was also twisted together, she was so affectionate and distressed.

He gently supported Yuan Xi, and whispered softly in his ear: "I'll carry you, okay? Let's go home."

Yuan Xi shook off his hand, squatted down on the ground again, pouted and said, "I want to go home by carriage."

Yan Heyi squatted down beside him, pointed to her shoulder, and said patiently: "Okay, take the carriage, come up quickly."

Yuan Xi tilted his head and watched for a while, then suddenly smiled with crooked eyebrows, he got up and lay on Yan Heyi's back, wrapping his arms around his neck.

Yan Heyi supported Yuanxi's leg underneath, stood up steadily, and said softly, "Hold me tight."

As expected, Yuan Xi tightened his arms obediently.

The sky turned red, and the dusk of looking back at the mountain came again.

As the night wind blew, Yuan Xi's hair gently brushed against Yan Heyi's face.

Yan Heyi felt itchy on her cheeks, and also itchy in her heart.

The person on the back was rarely quiet, obediently sticking to him, as if he had endless dependence.

Frankly speaking, Yan Heyi likes this kind of dependence.

If one day, Yuanxi can calmly fry a few dishes by the stove, and the laundry will be clean without bubbles, won't get into trouble, and won't make a mess of herself, Yan Heyi feels that she is afraid that it will be easy To be lost.

But like today, Yan Heyi definitely didn't want to see Feng Wanlong choking alone and drinking so much sorghum wine until he was so uncomfortable that he couldn't get up.

According to medical science, excessive drinking can damage the spleen and stomach, and the head will also hurt, so it takes a long time to recuperate.

As Yan Heyi walked slowly, she was thinking about the food list for Yuan Xi in her mind.

Halfway through, Yuan Xi seemed to have woken up. He was still lying on Yan Heyi's back, but he put his head closer, talking vaguely.

Yan Heyi couldn't understand a single word of these words, but she patiently responded to each of them.

On the way home, the two walked together countless times, and crossed a stone bridge, which was the alley where they lived, and a camellia tree grew at the entrance of the alley.

Now the branches and leaves are luxuriant, and the flowers are light red.

Yuan Xi patted Yan Heyi's shoulder suddenly, shouting:

"Stop! I'm going down! Driver! Stop!"

Yan Heyi didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and stopped walking as she said.

Yuan Xi jumped off Yan Heyi's back, walked unsteadily to the side of the flower tree, stood on tiptoe, and picked a well-blooming camellia.

Yan Heyi opened her arms, vainly protecting him beside her, not knowing what this little ancestor was going to do.

Yuan Xi patted Yan Heyi again, and Yan Heyi squatted down slightly, letting Yuan Xi get on the "carriage".

He asked with great interest as he walked, "Young Master, what are you doing picking flowers?"

Yuan Xi put his hands on Yan Heyi's chest, tightly squeezed the camellia, and said cheerfully: "Give it to my brother!"

Yan Heyi smiled uncontrollably, subconsciously slowed down, and asked again: "What kind of person is your brother?"

Yuan Xi tilted his head to the side, and said crisply: "I won't tell you, that's my brother!"

"He's waiting for me at the door now!"

"look!"

Yuan Xi pointed his hand forward, squinted his eyes and looked carefully, but found that no one was at the gate of the courtyard.

Why isn't my brother waiting for me?

Yan Heyi wanted to tease him, so she smiled and said, "Where's your brother?"

Yuan Xi frowned slightly.

When he reached the gate of the courtyard, Yuan Xi yelled to get out of the car, then pawed at the gate and searched back and forth several times, but he didn't see his brother.

He glanced at the camellia flower in his hand, and suddenly stretched out his hand to pluck out all the petals, and stuffed it all into his mouth, filling it to the brim.

Yan Heyi stepped forward to support him, and said helplessly: "Isn't it going to be given to brother, why eat it?"

Yuan Xi pouted: "He didn't wait for me!"

After finishing speaking, he suddenly took a step back and shook off Yan Heyi's hand: "Don't touch me, brother will be angry!"

"Let me tell you, my brother is cute and angry!"

"However, every time he finishes his life, he will be very kind to me."

He waved his hand again, sat down on the stone bench in the yard, and said to Yan Heyi, "Go home, I'm going to wait for my brother here."

Yan Heyi sat down on the stone bench next to her, and looked at him with her chin resting.

Seeing that he still didn't leave, Yuan Xi continued, "My brother is here, and he made me a Zizhu pen. You know Zizhu, right? It grows on the cliff! It's dangerous!"

"My brother broke his leg because of me."

Yan Heyi smiled foolishly, not to mention how beautiful she was.

The two sat opposite each other for a couple of minutes, Yuan Xi babbled endlessly with a small mouth, telling all the things Yan Heyi had done for him.

Yuan Xi raised his head to look at the darkening sky, his face changed into a worried expression, he got up on his own, and was about to go out to find Yan Heyi.

Only then did Yan Heyi panic, and hurriedly grabbed the little ancestor's arm, then stepped forward to hold his shoulder, and said softly, "Yuanxi, it's me."

Yuan Xi raised his somewhat confused eyes, leaned his head closer, looked at Yan Heyi carefully, and said after a long while: "Brother? You're back!"

"I thought you didn't want me anymore."

"If you don't want me, then I don't want you either!"

Yan Heyi rubbed Yuan Xi's head, and said very gently: "I'm always here, Yuan Xi, I won't want you."

He added: "You can't let me go."

Yuan Xi frowned and said, "You swear!"

Without hesitation, Yan Heyi really raised her palm: "I, Yan Heyi, will never let Jiang Yuanxi go. As long as he is willing, I will take care of him for the rest of his life!"

It has to be said that it is normal for Yan Heyi to bury such sour words in her heart for the rest of her life.

Could it be that that sip of sorghum wine was so strong?

Or, could the smell of alcohol exhaled by the person on the opposite side be intoxicating?

Yuan Xi raised his chin, opened his arms and said to Yan Heyi: "I'm sleepy, I want to sleep!"

Yan Heyi went to help his arm, but Yuan Xi twisted his shoulder and shook it away.

Yuan Xi still opened his arms, his eyelids were half-closed, and his lips were slightly opened and closed, panting.

Yan Heyi didn't know why, so she said softly: "Aren't you sleepy? I'll help you to sleep on the bed."

Yuan Xi snorted and looked at him resentfully.

Yan Heyi understood somewhat, but she was not very sure, her raised hand stopped in mid-air.

Yuan Xi saw that Yan Heyi was unmoved, and his upper body limply leaned towards Yan Heyi, maybe he wanted to take a step forward, but he was so drunk that he forgot to lift his foot.

Yan Heyi hurriedly caught Yuan Xi, and was thrown into the arms of this little drunk.

He had never felt this way before, and for some reason, he wanted to cry inappropriately, as if he was moved, excited, or heartbroken.

He supported Yuan Xi's shoulder with one hand, reached out to Yuan Xi's leg with the other, and hugged him preciously.

Yuan Xi hugged Yan Heyi's neck, pressed his head against his chest, closed his eyes quietly, smacked his mouth a few times, and fell asleep.

Yan Heyi hugged Yuan Xi, walked lightly, bent her knees and pushed open the door, making a "squeak".

Yuan Xi moved in Yan Heyi's arms, and buried his head even deeper.

Yan Heyi paused for a while, then stepped into the house.

The door should be repaired tomorrow, the bearing is aging, and it always rings when the door is opened and closed.

He supported Yuan Xi's head, and gently placed him on the bed, then took off his coat, shoes and socks, and covered him with the quilt.

After finishing all this, Yan Heyi took out the torch again, lit a candle, and put it on the table beside the bed.

Yuan Xi fell into a deep sleep, breathing like a kitten with beautiful patterns on its body.

Yan Heyi thought to herself, this is probably the best time for the little ancestor.

In the past, Yan Heyi was afraid that the burning candle would dazzle Yuanxi's eyes, so she always put the candle farther away.

This time, he fell into a deep sleep relying on Yuan Xi's high light, so he moved the candle forward so that he could see Yuan Xi's face more clearly.

The candlelight was dim and warm, reflecting on Yuan Xi's face, the shadows of his eyelashes were stretched very long, hitting the bridge of his nose, upon closer inspection, it seemed that he was still shaking slightly.

After Yuan Xi fell asleep, his cheeks tended to turn red, and today, when he was drunk again, his cheeks became even redder and more moist.

It was only then that Yan Heyi realized that what was said in the book that her face was like peaches and plums, like flowers with dew, was not a lie.

He stood by the bed and watched for a long time, suddenly felt that he was a little ridiculous, and rubbed his eyes hard a few times.

When he came back to his senses, he was about to go to sleep on his floor, but Yuan Xi on the bed suddenly trembled, then sat up, stared at Yan Heyi in a daze and said, "Brother, I don't want to sleep."

Yan Heyi sat on the edge of the bed, pulled up the quilt for him, and said in a warm voice, "Does the headache hurt? Do you want to drink water?"

Yuan Xi shook his head first, then nodded again: "Headache, brother, don't drink water."

Seeing that he answered obediently, Yan Heyi couldn't help raising her hand, and gently scratched the bridge of his nose.

Yuan Xi pulled Yan Heyi's sleeve, his eyes reflected the bright candlelight: "Brother, I'm thirsty."

Yan Heyi smiled dotingly: "Then I'll get you water."

He wanted to get up, but Yuan Xi didn't let go, so he had to sit back again: "What's wrong?"

Yuan Xi tilted his head: "Thirsty."

Yan Heyi let out a "puchi" laugh, and said softly: "Then you wait for me, I'll get water, let go, be good."

Yuan Xi shook his head like a big rattle, and his hands gripped even tighter.

He moved forward, put his face close to Yan Heyi's ear, and softly called "Brother".

A burst of charming warmth hit Yan Heyi's ears directly. Yan Heyi unconsciously clenched the quilt tightly and breathed restrainedly. Every part of her body seemed to be straightening upright.

Seeing that Yan Heyi didn't respond, Yuan Xi moved forward again.

Suddenly, something soft touched Yan Heyi's ear.

Yuan Xi stuck out the tip of her tongue and licked him lightly.

Yan Heyi shuddered all over, like firewood that had been dried out in the sun, and when it encountered a spark, it was "boomed" and ignited.

He just feels hot.

heat.

It's only the end of March, and it's getting hotter.

The grass unfurls its leaves, straightens its waist, and the flowers bloom one after another, revealing their delicate pistils.

Even at night like this, with the breeze blowing, it doesn't feel cold anymore.

Yan Heyi's panting became very, very long, and every breath took a lot of effort.

He was trembling slightly, and his voice trembled:

"what are you going to do?"

Yuan Xi exhaled a scent of flowers, exhaled warmly, and sighed:

"Don't you know, brother?"

Yan Heyi's Adam's apple moved slightly, and swallowed twice in succession.

He felt that he couldn't breathe, and his mind was in a daze until he opened his mouth slightly to make himself feel better.

Yuan Xi tapped Yan Heyi's ears a few more times, and then stopped leaving, but meandered along the back of his ears and neck, and pressed his lips against his.

Then, Yuan Xi stopped moving, his eyes opened and closed in a daze.

He suddenly raised his eyes again, stared blankly at Yan Heyi, and said in a long way:

"Brother, I like you."

When he said this, his lips gently brushed Yan Heyi's lips following the shape of each word.

Yan Heyi opened her eyes in horror, and had already forgotten how to breathe.

Before that, for a long time, Yan Heyi felt that she was sick.

My heart is always beating wildly, my body is prone to heat, my thoughts are always erratic, and it is difficult to concentrate.

As for Yuan Xi, when they first met, they seemed to feel sorry for him, and that's why they kept him.

But after thinking about it carefully, for this kind of person who fell from the sky and whose identity is unknown, it is probably the most comprehensive way to send it to the government.

Yuan Xi always played with the children, and he regarded him as a student, taking care of him habitually.

However, when facing a student, why would he feel uncomfortable seeing him with the man next to him?

How could he have such a dream for several days, and the person in the dream is still him?

He didn't dare to face these for a long time, but his body couldn't be fooled.

Just like this moment, when he heard the phrase "I like you", he felt that his whole body was about to explode.

Do you also like Yuanxi?

Yan Heyi is still not sure.

Yuan Xi slowly withdrew his hand from Yan Heyi's waist, and grabbed his collar again.

This is a long gown made of cotton, not like silk, the threads are not densely woven, so it doesn't need to be pulled, and Yuan Xi has no sense of measure in his hands, so it collapses loosely after being pulled a few times.

Country people don't have any silk clothes to wear, even a wealthy family like Zhou Ziyu doesn't often wear these, because there is always farm work in the field, so it's too obstructive to wear.

Yan Heyi is the most clean one in the village, it is so clean that it is a bit abnormal, her clothes and shoes are always freshly washed with a light fragrance, and she never likes to be touched by people.

Perhaps, an exception can be added now, and that is Jiang Yuanxi.

Yuan Xi always made himself sweaty, and recently he learned how to climb trees, and his clothes were always rubbed in the mud.

Yan Heyi didn't dislike him either, and even felt that the faint smell of sweat on his body was very pleasant.

He would always boil a pot of hot water after dinner, adjust the water temperature, and then call Yuan Xi to take a bath.

Sometimes, when he raised his head inadvertently, he could see Yuan Xi's shadow cast on the window paper.

Despite his skinny appearance, the flesh on his body is very sensible. Except for the slightly bulging stomach after eating, the rest is very well-proportioned. Therefore, the shadow cast on the window paper is also very good-looking.