If the fantasy comes true, my wife will be another me

Life can be dull, but there is still a sense of ritual.

For your own special existence, you have to treat it specially, and occasionally spend some money to make the pursuit of a sense of ceremony, that's no problem, because it's worth it, so it's spent.

Xu Mengxian dressed up in the room, made a beautiful ball head in front of the mirror, and put on the clothes she bought a few days ago.

She didn't have any makeup, at most she bought a few lip balms, because it was easy to dry out her lips in winter.

Xu Xian lifted the two chickens from the balcony, and made them cluck in fright, and kept struggling to get out.

He walked outside the door and said loudly to Xu Mengxian: "I'll carry the rooster down first, you will remember to take the squid and beef out of the refrigerator later, don't forget." The

room responded, "Okay, got it."

Before the two of them left the house, they also pasted the couplet by the way, and planned to put up window flowers and door blessings when they came back tonight.

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Yesterday there were quite a lot of people on the streets, but today there are fewer.

Maybe it's because the outsiders who come here to work are all returning to their hometowns for the Spring Festival, or maybe they're all busy working at home.

The two big roosters were on the pedals of the battery car, and they were very alarmed by the traffic around them, and they just stopped making a sound.

There are also occasional firecrackers on the side of the road, although fireworks have been banned in major cities in recent years, but there are still brave people, as long as it is not too much, no one cares.

In the process of being speechless all the way, the two of them thought about their own things in a flickering way, and unconsciously arrived at Lao Xu's house.

The two of them each carried their things upstairs, and the door was open, so Xu Xian led Xu Mengxian in.

Qin Ruyun didn't know what to do in the kitchen, so he changed into slippers and shouted, "Mom, we're here."

After hearing this voice, the mother came out of the kitchen, and looked directly at Xu Xian around Xu Xian, and her heart was full of joy: "Just wait for you to come over, come into the house."

Seeing that Xu Xian was still carrying two chickens in her hands, she then said with a smile: "I wanted to go out to buy chickens and come back just now, but I didn't expect you to bring them over, just right."

As she spoke, Qin Ruyun took the rooster from Xu Xian's hand and put it in the bathroom, then turned her head to Xu Mengxian: "Girl, you go to the sofa to rest first."

Xu Xian asked in a daze: "What about me

?" The mother came over with white eyes: "You must have to help me slaughter the chickens, and you still want to be lazy during the New Year?"

He nodded helplessly and agreed: "Okay."

At this time, Xu Mengxian said: "Auntie, it's better for me to get the chicken with Xu Xian, this is manual work, and I can't do nothing when I come here as a guest, so..."

Qin Ruyun wanted to dissuade her, but Xu Xian echoed at this time and chuckled: "Mom, let Xu Mengxian slaughter this rooster with me, you just go and do your own business." As

he spoke, he gave his mother a look.

Qin Ruyun understood in an instant.

His son wants to have room with Miss Xu.

She immediately smiled: "That's okay, just bother Miss Xu and Xiaoxian to help slaughter the chickens, and I'll brush the pot."

After speaking, I saw my mother returning to the kitchen with a smile, and Xu Xian glanced at Xu Mengxian.

The older generation likes to call young girls girls, not young ladies and the like, and they get used to hearing more.

Xu Zhigui is still worshipping his ancestors with other relatives in his hometown in the countryside, and it may take the evening to return.

This is the traditional New Year custom of the Chinese people, but because of the advancement of the times, the so-called dross of the Chinese people has begun to appear.

This is not dross, but a national inheritance, and if the tradition is abandoned by people, it will lose its meaning.

Xu Xian asked his mother for a sharp kitchen knife, so he walked into the bathroom and squatted in front of the rooster with a smile.

"Get ready, you're coming. The

two guys didn't know the gravity of the matter, and their clucking was very flat, not as high as before.

Xu Mengxian's eyelids jumped: "Can you not be so scary, I don't know and think you are a murderer."

Xu Xian turned his head noncommittally: "Slaughter a chicken today, you help grab its feet, don't let it struggle, and be careful of that barbed claw, don't get scratched." "

When I was helping to slaughter chickens in high school, the rooster resisted when he was struggling to die, and he grabbed a deep hole in his palm with a claw hook, and almost had to go to the hospital for tetanus.

Xu Mengxian also has memories of the other party, she remembers that Xu Xian's blood and chicken blood are mixed together, which is particularly terrifying.

"Uh-huh. As

she spoke, she gripped the rooster's feet hard.

And then he freaked out the big guy.

"Giggles-"

Xu Xian grabbed its neck and pulled it back.

Pull the chicken feathers off its neck, pick up the knife and cut its throat again and again as if it was sawing something.

The blood flowed out.

The rooster struggled desperately, and the chicken leg kept shaking.

Xu Mengxian pushed harder, she didn't expect that this guy's struggling strength almost made her unable to grasp it.

"It's a lot of strength.

Xu Xian responded with a wicked smile while exiled the chicken blood: "Not only is it powerful, but it may also accelerate suddenly." The

other man looked up and glared at him.

He retracted his smile: "I'm talking about the acceleration of the struggle, don't think about it, the violent shaking before death is very fast."

Xu Mengxian stared at him with disdain: "You always say inexplicable things, don't think I don't understand what I mean."

Xu Xian bared his teeth and grinned: "Then what do you mean?"

She looked down at the rooster who was almost out of strength to struggle, and said speechlessly: "Rub the edge, the thinking is not serious." It

was because he was too good at talking that Xu Xian began to be unscrupulous, always thinking about testing himself.

But Xu Xian denied it: "I'm really not very serious, but it's just to see if you will give me these words next, which can prove that your thinking is more serious than mine."

Xu Mengxian let go of her hand, and the rooster was weakly paralyzed on the ground panting, bleeding sideways, and he was not far from death.

She asked suspiciously: "What's the effect?"

The other party smiled hesitantly: "The function is to show that you have an independent personality, and I am just to stimulate your original appearance, we have differences in ideology."

Xu Mengxian frowned: "Why do I feel that you are quibbling?" Xu

Xian did not rush to respond to her words, but shouted to his mother in the kitchen: "Mom, I have already released the chicken blood, you get a basin of hot water, and you are going to start plucking chicken feathers." Then

he turned his head.

Turn on the faucet to wash off the chicken blood on your hands: "What am I quibbling about, talking to you? "

Honestly, he's just talking about it.

It's a bit of a temptation, and it's not right.