Relying on the system of criticizing people to become a god in farming literature

Chapter 128
It was rare for Xiaocui to see Shen Feng's bored look, and she felt a little strange.

However, the top priority right now is not to break up with him.

It was already late at night, so we had to take Cheng Yao and the others to rest quickly.

"Leave him alone, let's go!"

Xiaocui motioned with her eyes to Cheng Yao and others to follow, while she jumped to the front.

Qiu Wanying looked at the direction Shen Feng left for a moment, then shifted her gaze and followed Xiao Cui's footsteps.

I don't know if it was her imagination, but she always felt that Shen Feng was secretly watching her?
Qiu Wanying quickly drove this idea out of her head.

She is not a love brain. She can make random thoughts with just one look, thinking that the other person likes her.

On the contrary, Qiu Wanying is now 100% wary of men.

Rather than thinking that Shen Feng likes her, Qiu Wanying prefers that this kid wants to be with a rich woman after knowing her identity.

After Xiaocui made arrangements for Qiu Wanying and Tingyu, she took Cheng Yao to her bedroom.

In the center of the room is a mahogany table, which is clean and tidy, with tea and pastries placed on it.

Directly above the table is a painting with green mountains and green waters, which is uniquely elegant.

In the corner of the room, there is an antique bed with a pink curtain hanging over the bed, which can tell the thoughts of the owner's little daughter.The quilt on the bed is a fluffy quilt, which makes people feel extremely comfortable.

There is an open book placed on it, which seems to be a popular conversation book at the moment.

Cheng Yao took a few steps forward curiously, and Xiaocui realized that she had forgotten to put away her things.

Those books... are not great!

An alarm bell rang in Xiao Cui's heart, and she quickly stepped forward with three steps and two steps at a time.

Before Cheng Yao was about to see it, he closed the book and put it behind his back.

"Ayao, this is just an ordinary book, nothing interesting."

"Look at me, I didn't clean up the house today. It's a bit messy. Don't mind."

"I'll tidy it up right away and get you a new, clean quilt."

"Let me tell you, this quilt is very comfortable. I just made it a while ago..."

While Xiaocui was talking, she took the notebook to the other side and stuffed it into the cabinet.

Then, he turned around and took out a brand new quilt from another large cabinet.

Moderate thickness, warm and breathable.

"Look, this quilt is pretty good!"

"I'll lay it down for you, and you'll be able to have a good sleep tonight!"

Seeing Xiaocui's embarrassed look, Cheng Yao immediately smiled and couldn't help but joke.

"Don't be so nervous. I know it's a storybook. I usually like to read it."

"We can also communicate with each other. Which one do you prefer?"

"Of course, if you don't want to talk, then we'll stop early."

Cheng Yao wanted to relieve Xiaocui's shy mood, so she deliberately brought up this topic.

Sure enough, Xiaocui's eyes immediately lit up.

After a while, she picked up the quilt and walked closer to Cheng Yao's side.

"The books I read are a bit miscellaneous. I read love stories, weird legends, and some anecdotes. Anyway, as long as they are interestingly written, I like to read them all."

"But most people think that reading these idle books is not doing their job properly, so I'm afraid of affecting your impression of me."

"In addition, the room has not been carefully tidied up today, and I am even more afraid that you will think that I am unreliable and that you don't want to be friends with me." Seeing the bright and generous Xiao Cui looking worried about gains and losses, Cheng Yao Somewhat at a loss, he hurriedly comforted him.

"How could that happen? Don't think blindly!"

"I think you are very good. Reading the storybook is not unprofessional, it is purely a personal hobby."

"And your house is not messy at all, it is very well decorated."

"Xiao Cui, don't worry. Making friends depends on one's personality, not on being picky about these things."

"If I have a problem with you because of this small issue, it just means that these two people cannot be friends."

"Just relax, it's okay!"

After receiving some comfort from Cheng Yao, most of Xiao Cui's worries disappeared, and her tone became much livelier.

"Hehe, Ayao, you are right!"

"If someone doesn't like me because of this, then she is indeed not suitable to be my friend."

"Making friends depends on your own will. Only people who can appreciate and tolerate each other can come together."

"Ayao, you are so kind! I really did not misjudge the person!"

Seeing that Xiao Cui no longer bothered about the matter, Cheng Yao also smiled from the bottom of her heart.

"Besides, if you want to read it, why are you embarrassed to take it out?"

"If you ask me, the story I read is definitely more explosive than yours!"

When Cheng Yao said this, Xiaocui's interest was aroused.

He casually put the quilt on the bed, pulled Cheng Yao to sit down, and asked curiously.

"What story? I like to hear stories the most. Please tell me."

Cheng Yao saw Xiaocui's expression of thirsty for knowledge, so she started searching hard in her head.

She remembered that she had read a collection of ancient short stories, and the twists and turns of the stories in them were no less complicated than today.

If you ask her to tell you, the stories now are all leftover from the ancestors' fun.

"I won't repeat the original text, but just extract the important parts."

"The main thing is that there is a family with a daughter who is as beautiful as a flower and she is old enough to get married."

"Two men expressed their love for her and said they wanted to claim her."

"It's just that the conditions of these two people are very different."

"The men in the eastern villages are ugly and short, but their families are very wealthy."

"The men in the western village are very handsome and tall, but their families are very poor."

"Parents naturally want their children to suffer less and live in a rich family to enjoy happiness, but they also love their only daughter and don't want her to spend her life with someone she doesn't love, so they give her the power of choice."

"Guess who she will choose in the end? Or, if you bring yourself into it, who will you choose?"

This was a good question, and Xiaocui, who had always acted decisively, couldn't help but ponder.

Cheng Yao saw her troubled appearance and didn't bother her.

Instead, he took advantage of this gap to lay out the bedding on the bed neatly so that he could lie down and rest for a while.

After everything was arranged, Cheng Yao approached Xiao Cui and asked with a smile.

"What do you think about it?"

(End of this chapter)