Dressed as a peasant girl, she pampered the powerful villain

Xiao Yuan was stunned: "Why?"

Erlang also heard: "Sister Le, aren't you playing with us all the time?"

Feng Lexing was so worried that she finally managed to get her face in front of her 'master', and she was willing to teach her kung fu. Now she and Yuan Zheng have been doing sandbag physical training for more than half a month, and they have just learned how to fight in close quarters and Self-defense is about to go away. How can she be willing to do this, how can she be happy?

The little girl looked at Xiao Yuanzheng and Erlang, her eyes sparkling and asked, "Are you particularly reluctant to let me go? Can't you do it without me?"

Xiao Yuan was stunned by her question. After all, he and she received sister's "training" every day, and he was used to her chattering on the side. Naturally, he would be a little reluctant to part with it, but it wasn't to the point where he couldn't do it without her. superior.

Erlang nodded heavily: "Sister Le, you are a nice person. We all like you."

This is what she says from her heart. Although she mainly pesters her sister, she also helps them with a lot of work.

And with her around, kicking shuttlecock has become much more fun.

Xiao Yuanzheng directly ignored her question and used the most heart-wrenching angle to persuade her to stay: "Sister seems to be teaching us new moves tomorrow. I guess you won't be able to learn them when you go back."

San Lang looked at the food on the table and was wondering whether he should eat together while everyone was chatting. Hearing their conversation, he casually agreed: "Yes, yes, I can't bear to let my sister Le."

Who wouldn’t like the little sister who brings snacks every day?
  If so, it must be because she didn't take enough and he wasn't stupid.

When Feng Lexing heard this, he happily said to Duosun, "Look, I said they would be reluctant to leave me, and Sister Yan must not be able to leave me either. You said it would be unfilial if I left."

Duosun: ...Isn't the word "unfilial" appropriate here? How old are you, Sister Yan? But her external brain couldn't say anything, so she could only nod violently in agreement.

Feng Lexing had already imagined that if he bid farewell to his 'master' later, the two of them would hug each other and cry.

The little girl narrowed her eyes and immediately knelt down towards her third uncle.

Holding Zhou Songqing's thigh, she cried loudly: "Third uncle, I don't want to go back. I want to stay with you until the Chinese New Year. I can't bear to leave you..." As he said this, he burst out crying like a mourner.

Xiao Yuan was staring blankly, Er Lang was shocked, Duo Sun was ashamed, and covered his face as if he couldn't see it.

Sanlang took advantage of the fact that no one was paying attention to him, stretched out his hand and stuffed it into his mouth, with a satisfied look on his face, the cakes brought by Uncle Li Zheng were so delicious.

Zhou Songqing and Mrs. Zhang were frightened. Mrs. Zhang looked confused. Zhou Songqing felt extremely embarrassed. She pulled Feng Lexing's hands hard but did not pull them off. Her face was ashen and she said, "What are you doing? Get up quickly."

Mrs. Zhang turned to look at the little girl who was crying with sadness. She looked at Zhou Songqing who was blushing inexplicably, and asked quickly: "Le'er, you...if you have something to say, please tell me. Your third uncle will definitely help you." The Lord’s.”

Feng Lexing cried sincerely, hugging his third uncle's thigh with all his strength and not letting go: "I won't, unless you let me stay until New Year's Eve, otherwise I won't get up. Third uncle, I can't bear to leave you. You said you How can I leave at such an old age and still be alone, when you only have a niece..."

Zhou Songqing's face was gloomy after being stabbed, "What do you mean by being so old?" ’

Is he that old?

Because Mrs. Zhang couldn't scold her so much, he said angrily: "No matter how old I am, I can still be self-reliant, but your mother has been sending people to urge you to go back from time to time. You should have gone home today." It’s the Mid-Autumn Festival. If you put it off again and again, it’ll be tomorrow. How long do you want to wait?”

He had never felt so embarrassed, and he really wanted to throw this stinky girl out. "Third uncle, you are my only third uncle. After being out for so many days, my father will definitely lock me in the room when I go back. I am only thirteen and will not leave the house until I get married. This Is this how people live? You don’t know how hard it is for us to be women."

Feng Lexing's "Bitter Sutra" came to him as soon as he opened his mouth. He pinched his thigh so hard that it hurt and squeezed out a few tears. In short, no matter how miserable it came, he didn't show mercy to himself at all.

Zhou Songqing didn't feel the same, but it made Mrs. Zhang's eyes red. She reached out and touched Feng Lexing's little face, crying: "Poor Le'er, Auntie understands your suffering. Auntie understands. Auntie had to That’s how it came here.”

The past was too painful to look back on, both bitter and sweet. When sad things were brought up, she had to express them. She took out the handkerchief and couldn't help but cry, as if she didn't want money.

Feng Le Xing:……

Zhou Songqing:......

Erlang and Sanlang were frightened and rushed over to comfort their mother. They were not afraid of being scolded but most afraid of her crying.

Even Xiao Yuanzheng was at a loss. Why was my aunt crying?
  Duosun was shocked, and winked at Feng Lexing, reminding her to seize the opportunity quickly, as this was going to turn things around.

Feng Lexing's brain was pounding, and he tried hard to search for the plot in the storybook. In an instant, he seemed to be opened to the Ren and Du channels. He let go of Zhou Songqing's thigh without hesitation, and pounced on Zhang's thigh.
  She raised her tear-stained face: "Aunt, woo woo, you really understand me. I'm suffering... My father and brother don't love me. They scold me every day. They just don't want to see me well. They just want me to marry after my hairpin." A merchant with a pockmarked face has been arranged for me when I am only thirteen. This is disrespectful to me. Is the only way for a woman to get married?"

Zhou Songqing's anger was rising, and her plan could not be discerned.

Mrs. Zhang wiped the tears from her face with a handkerchief. In fact, she liked this little girl quite a lot. She was sweet and well-spoken. Although she was a little bit tough, she was very lovable. Suddenly, when she heard her talk about her difficulties, she became even more interested. She expressed pity: "Oh, we women are so helpless. How many years older than you are, your sister should actually find someone to marry, but... I am really afraid that she will marry someone wrong. My aunt has a bad life, and she will marry someone wrong." People, down to the last children, suffered with me."

Zhou Songqing's anger was extinguished by Zhang's tears. Fearing that she would become even more sad, he hurriedly said to Fenle, "Okay, I'll tell your mother tomorrow to let you stay until the Spring Festival."

Then he said to Mrs. Zhang with a confused look on his face: "Mrs. Zhang, please don't be sad. It's all in the past. Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, so everyone should be happy. Sister Yan is a good girl, and there will definitely be something wrong." A good marriage is waiting for you." He stared at Feng Lexing, his eyes full of warning.

Feng Lexing's back tightened, and he stopped as soon as he saw the good news. He immediately said coquettishly to Mr. Zhang, "Thank you, aunt, for caring about Le'er. My aunt is more beautiful than Chang'e. She cries like pear blossoms and rains, which makes me lovable. If you continue to cry, my third uncle will You want to drive me away."

Mrs. Zhang burst into laughter, her depression disappearing immediately after being praised by the little girl. She nodded her forehead and said, "It feels like honey has been applied to your mouth."

Feng Lexing giggled, his face turned red after crying, his eyes were very bright, and he said proudly: "I'm not talking nonsense. If you don't believe me, ask my third uncle."

Mrs. Zhang glared at her with an angry look, and her face turned even redder.

Seeing that Ms. Zhang didn't cry anymore, Zhou Songqing's face softened, and she frowned and interrupted Feng Lexing: "Go to the stove and help you, Sister Yan."

Feng Lexing knew he didn't have to go home, so he led Duosun and left excitedly.

Xiao Yuanzheng also went to the stove to help, and Erlang and Sanlang also followed after seeing this.

Suddenly, Zhang and Zhou Songqing were left cheering in the main hall.

The two looked at each other, their smiles awkward.

I felt like there was something winding in the air, swirling between the two of them, something that couldn't be driven away. (End of chapter)