Cousin fierce

"I hate that this room is too small, and I'm tired of living in it." Wang Xifeng shrugged and said in a relaxed tone.

Jia Baoyu knew that she was accommodating him. Although this room is small, it is definitely enough for one person.Moreover, housing prices in Hangzhou are so high, where can I find such a cheap house.

"It's pretty good here. Besides, the air conditioner has just been installed, so there's no need to move it." Jia Baoyu looked around and said.

Jia Baoyu said that there is no need to move away, so Wang Xifeng has no plan to move away. People who live in a place by themselves will be lazy and don't want to move out.

"Hi, me too." Wang Xifeng replied lazily.

Chapter 20

20.

When she was still in junior high school, the only Chinese teacher who gave her a good face asked her a question, what is your goal in life?

Of course, this question is a composition topic, everyone has to answer it, and it is not aimed at Wang Xifeng alone. Every candidate has done such a cliché proposition composition countless times, and they can do it with their eyes closed. This is the last composition I wrote, so I remember it best.

Wang Xifeng's goal in life is to bloom like a flower.

The flowering time is not long, so it blooms to its heart's content, attracting bees and butterflies, and occasionally the flowers and branches tremble.

Now, Wang Xifeng is realizing her other goal, the upper bedroom, the lower hall, improving skills, and striving to feed her future lover.

While Wang Xifeng was busy making relationships with the kitchen, Jia Baoyu also got involved with the old ladies and gentlemen in the community. Jia Baoyu was always a pain in the ass, especially the adults. He must be holding something, either plum watermelon or yellow pumpkin, and sometimes he can bring back a child, saying that the aunt on the floor asked her to bring it.

Wang Xifeng has lived in this community for such a long time, but no one has ever called her by her name. She is upside down day and night and she is independent. In the eyes of those old-fashioned aunts, Wang Xifeng has long been regarded as inferior. As soon as the card was played, everyone's hearts were conquered, so when someone knocked on her door and said that she would invite Jia Baoyu to sing an opera, Wang Xifeng's eyes widened.

The eyes of an aunt standing at the door, who was similar to a teacher, scanned her whole body with eyes tempered by life, which was more penetrating than the X-rays in the hospital.

Wang Xifeng held her head up and held her chest high, she was not afraid at all, she was just a human being, an upright woman from a good family, she had nothing to be afraid of.

"Does Jia Baoyu live here?" Auntie asked suspiciously.

Wang Xifeng said: "You are looking for the wrong person, there is no such person here."

Unfortunately, Jia Baoyu came out from the inside, saw Auntie outside, went up to say hello enthusiastically, and called Aunt Qin kindly.

One cannot lie, and after lying, one must be prepared for the lie to be exposed.

Wang Xifeng didn't blush and said, "I forgot about it just now."

Jia Baoyu didn't know that the turmoil outside was caused by her. After talking to Aunt Qin a few times, he agreed to go to the central garden of the community to gather in the evening.Before Aunt Qin left, she turned her head and gave Wang Xifeng a triumphant look.Wang Xifeng was so angry that he almost vomited blood.

"What do you sing, send each other off at eighteen miles, or sing about a sister Lin who fell from the sky?" After closing the door, Wang Xifeng asked Jia Baoyu. Just like a primary school student going to school.

"It's the Pearl Tower."

"Which role are you singing? Fang Qing, or that beautiful cousin?"

"Fang Qing." Jia Baoyu was a little shy, took the key from Wang Xifeng's hand, said goodbye and went out.

Seeing her leaving back, Wang Xifeng thought of singing Shibali to see her off.

In the evening, at exactly nineteen o'clock, we will see each other under the yellow flower tree.

The sound of the news broadcast that appeared on time at seven o’clock began to crow like a rooster raised in a rural backyard, urging the end of the day, and Jia Baoyu disappeared in a flash. Gan hand, also followed out.

Walking into the balcony, you can hear the babbling of the erhu. A few middle-aged people and some old people gathered here to sing, Yueju opera and Huangmei opera.

When Wang Xifeng was young, she was taken by her family to listen to Xiaobaihua’s opera in the village’s sun-drying field. When she grew up, she had no chance to experience it. The rhythm of modern music is clear. If you love me, you can sing for a few minutes before stopping. It's a simple story, but it can be sung for three or four hours. Who would have the patience to listen carefully.

Wang Xifeng found a seat on the side and sat down. He didn't enter the gazebo, but just watched from afar.

Jia Baoyu stood out among a group of old men, old ladies and middle-aged aunts, because she was the youngest, with red lips and white teeth, and a pleasant face.

Holding a script in his hand, he raised his hand and sang a few words with his throat hanging. Although it was jerky, it was a naturally good voice.

After singing a few words, Jia Baoyu stopped. It seemed that he was not very proficient. Teacher Qin gave some guidance, and she nodded obediently when she saw her. Wang Xifeng was also impressed by her smile when she saw her smile so brightly in the crowd Infection, joy written on the face, I didn't realize it.

Jia Baoyu saw Wang Xifeng at this time, and called out: "Cousin." The voice could not be changed, like the call in the play.