Era Space: The darling of the rough man is sweet and flirtatious

Chapter 5 Kneeling on the ground so loud

Following her memory, Lin Yuzhu walked around the small slope of miscellaneous trees next to her house and stepped into a large yard.

"Hey~ Isn't this the toad who wants to eat swan meat?"

A crisp female voice came, and Lin Yuzhu turned her head and glanced at the door of the main room.

Song Yi's niece, Song Zhaodi.

With a square face and big eyes, two braids hanging from his chest, he was sitting on a low stool with a chisel and a shoe sole in his hand, raising his eyebrows and laughing with his sister next to him.

"Cough~" She cleared her throat, clasped her hands on her lower abdomen, and raised her chin, "You are the one in the sky... the house grace wheel, the bright moon. Zhiaozhao, it is my heart. I am So happy...Xi Yixi, Wen...the house is warm...it's over, I love every leaf...the house is safe."

"I'm laughing myself to death, writing a love letter to Zhou Zhiqing just after learning a few words, shameless!" She smiled sarcastically, her eyes full of joy.

Lin Yuzhu clicked her tongue irritably, that's all the fun left for these boring and hot-blooded girls.

The so-called love letter with two sentences, four typos and pinyin was not written by the original owner.

It was written by the original owner's sister.

Because of the rain, her trousers were dirty during menstruation, and the trousers were dry under the eaves, so she took Lin Yulan's trousers hanging by the bed and wore them before going to the village school to study.

It is undeniable that I went early to meet that educated youth Zhou earlier.

A group of people surrounded Zhou Zhiqing to watch him draw on the blackboard, but he didn't draw anything artistic, it was just a European-style building, and his drawing skills were so-so.

A group of people were amazed that Zhou Zhiqing lived in such a beautiful bungalow!

Zhou Zhiqing uses paintings to show various things in his big city every day, and the members also like to see new ones.

When drawing the sycamore tree at the door of the room, she ran out of chalk, so she habitually took out her pocket.

She often carries half a piece of chalk in her trouser pocket, and always silently hand it over when he doesn't have enough chalk.

It doesn't matter if she didn't take out the chalk, she took out a ball of paper, she opened it suspiciously and looked at it, completely forgetting that the pants were not her own.

Before the chalk was handed over, Zhiqing Zhou looked back at her, and everyone looked at her too.

Then, inexplicably, she took the blame for her younger sister.

"What is the toad doing at my house? Some people with problematic thinking don't dirty my house!" Song Zhaodi pointed at Lin Yuzhu rudely while holding a chisel needle.

Lin Yuzhu didn't want to talk to this little sister who vented her personal anger under the guise of justice, so she took off her bamboo hat and walked around her directly to the main room.

There was a thud behind her, and hurried footsteps sounded, just as a hand touched her shoulder, she rolled her eyes, staggered a few steps and threw herself into Song Yi's arms with precision.

boom!
Boom!
The pottery bowl fell to the ground and fell to pieces, the bamboo hat was thrown far away, and Song Yi landed firmly on the back of his head.

Lin Yuzhu lay on his chest in embarrassment and cursed in a low voice: Fuck him, you're so careless!
Forget about old-fashioned buildings and thresholds!

Thanks to the fact that the adobe houses in the countryside are all rammed mud floors, Song Yi is not bloody, but it is enough to annoy him.

"Zhaodi! Are you idle?"

He clutched the back of his head and pulled Lin Yuzhu away with one hand and pushed him aside. He sat up with a livid face, glanced at Lin Yuzhu who was rubbing her knees with her face full of pain, and stared at Song Zhaodi with a much more severe tone.

"What are you pushing her for!"

"I, I didn't. I didn't make any effort." Song Zhaodi lowered his head, holding the chisel needle, and unconsciously scraped the tip of the needle back and forth with his thumb.

In the whole family, she is not afraid of her parents, but her uncle.

I really didn't put in any effort just now, the ghost knows that she is so careless...

"She knelt on the ground so loudly, how hard do you want to throw her to death!" Song Yi pointed at Lin Yuzhu, staring at Song Zhaodi sharply.

As soon as he came out after feeding his mother breakfast, he heard his niece laughing at Lin Yuzhu in front of her.

Improper thinking should be criticized, so you shouldn't read other people's love letters and sarcasm face to face!

The strangle marks on her neck are still very conspicuous, do you want to drive people to death!
Lin Yuzhu paused for a moment when she rubbed her knees, and silently moved to the side, away from the straight line of the finger.

There is no need to emphasize kneeling and ringing...

Mrs. Song rushed over upon hearing the sound, glanced at the angry brother-in-law and Lin Yuzhu who was silently rubbing her knees, her eyes fell on the broken pottery bowl, she stretched out her hand to grab her daughter's arm and reprimanded her in a low voice.

"What kind of drama are you singing at this A Ji A table in the early morning! It's time to go to work later, why don't you pack up your sewing basket and change your straw sandals?"

After speaking, he stepped into the main room to help Lin Yuzhu up, and patted the mud on her pants, "Is it hurting a lot, why don't you wait for me here, and I'll get the medicinal wine and give you a push."

Lin Yuzhu regained her strength, the pain in her knee was no longer so severe, she glanced back at the two sisters who ran away, and said calmly, "No need, it's fine."

No apology, the popularization of quality education is really necessary.

She went to the side to pick up the bamboo hat, looked at Song Yi who was squatting on the ground picking up the pieces, "Captain, my mother was so scared last night, she didn't sleep all night. I came to you to ask her for half a day off, is that okay?"

"Okay, I see." Song Yi didn't look back, his brows were furrowed.

It’s okay to lose half a day’s work points in other people’s families. The key is that her family doesn’t have a strong labor force, and they can’t even score the lowest 6 points for women, only 5 and a half points.

Every year, the production team is upside down.

Transplanting rice seedlings is a very important labor in spring. If you don’t go to work, you will definitely be blamed.

She knocked so hard just now, she swallowed her breath and didn't complain, and said that she wanted to ask for leave, but he was really embarrassed to refuse.

Song Yi handed the fragments to Aunt Song, motioning for her to take it out and throw it away.

There were only two people left in the main room. He looked at Lin Yuzhu who was standing in the corner and kneaded her knees, pursed the corners of his mouth, and asked in a firm tone, "Do you want to take the medicinal wine back?"

Glancing at Lin Yuzhu's fingers rubbing her knees, she looked away uncomfortably and added: "Don't delay going to work."

Just now she rushed over and hugged his waist.

The chest seems to still have a plump and soft touch.

Lin Yuzhu lowered her head, the playfulness in her eyes flashed, and the corners of her mouth slightly curled up.

The Straight Man of Steel's self-disguise is really awkward and cute.

After brewing for a few seconds, he raised his head and slowly straightened up.Misty mist floated on her beautiful eyes, and her eye circles were red. She bit her lower lip and watched him without speaking.

Song Yi's heart twitched with a look of grievance on the verge of crying, "Wait here for me, I'll get the medicinal wine, you take it back and wipe it off." He turned around and strode inside.

Soon, he took out a shochu bottle, the mouth of which was plugged with a discolored and yellowed plastic cloth, and it contained a small half bottle of brown medicinal wine.

"Here, loose silt is very useful, and it can also be wiped on the neck."

Lin Yuzhu reached out to take it and hugged it in her arms, thanked her, sniffed, turned around and walked out.

After walking two steps, he stopped and whispered in a crying voice: "I didn't write a love letter to Zhou Zhiqing, I don't have that kind of thought for him." After speaking, he raised his legs, crossed the threshold, put on a bamboo hat and walked quickly.

(End of this chapter)