What should I do if I found my aunt's towel in Zhuma's schoolbag?

Xiaoli Village is not considered a particularly affluent village. Most people have not yet taken the express train of the new countryside and officially rushed to a well-off society. Let alone installing air conditioners, they usually feel distressed about the electricity bill after watching too much TV.

But Mo Yao, an immigrant, is not afraid of being expensive. Just look at the duplex small western-style house he lives in. In this village, apart from the village committee director and the captain's house, there are not many other houses that can afford it.

Installing an air conditioner is not a matter of minutes.

Shan Linjia's eyes lit up when he heard the air conditioner: "I really plan to install the air conditioner, daughter-in-law, I think I will really move to live with you in the future, watch TV casually, put ice cream in the refrigerator, and now I can still use the air conditioner , the living god is just such a good treatment."

"Otherwise, what do you think I installed the air conditioner for?"

Mo Yao muttered softly and sat up, went to the kitchen to wash her hands.

"Don't leave uncle's for him. He will settle it in the town for lunch. We don't have to wait for him."

"to make."

Shan Linjia brought out the mixed dipping ingredients, and the two of them each had a pair of chopsticks, and within a few minutes they cleaned up a plate of dumplings.

Mo Yao stroked her obviously swollen belly: "Your mother's craftsmanship is still as good as ever."

"She knows that you like this one, and she asks me to bring it to you every time she packs it."

Shan Linjia put away all the dishes, took them to the kitchen, washed them, and put them away. He was a virtuous and virtuous little wife, but he was only virtuous in front of Mo Yao. In his own home, he was his mother. Even if I beg him, I won't see him touch a faucet in the kitchen.

Of course, Chen Rong, who dotes on her children, would not let her precious son do the fume work in the kitchen.

After eating, the two of them nestled on the sofa and played games for a while. The electric fan above their heads was whirling, and the cool breeze didn't help at all. I was sweating.

"Fuck! This damn weather, it's too hot to pay for your life."

Shan Linjia threw down the handle, lifted his vest and wiped the sweat off his face. Mo Yao next to him took a look at his abdominal muscles exposed when he lifted the vest. It had a faint wheat-colored luster, and sweat ran down his waist It slid to the waist, and then slipped into the big pants.

Mo Yao withdrew his gaze, and calmly picked up the watermelon juice next to him to moisten his somewhat thirsty throat.

"It's useless for you to shout any more. You have just entered Futian, and there are still many good days to come."

"Tsk." Shan Linjia frowned, and leaned his elbows on the back of the sofa to support his chin and looked at him: "I said, daughter-in-law, why haven't I seen you sweat a drop, you skinny and tender Shouldn't the young master be afraid of the cold in winter and the heat in summer, so you have to cover yourself in spring and autumn?"

Mo Yao opened his clenched hands and looked at him with the red marks on his face: "I'm born with a cold body, and I'm not afraid of heat in summer, but I can't cover my bed in winter either."

"That's right." Shan Linjia nodded: "Every time you want me to hug you to sleep before it's cold, your little feet are as cold as ice, and my calves are almost frozen and cramp."

"It's not that exaggerated."

Mo Yao burst out laughing, stood up and tidied up his crumpled clothes: "It's fine at home anyway, let's go to Li Yiming's house to play."

"Also."

Shan Linjia followed suit and stood up: "That kid's house is air-conditioned, so don't rub it in vain, daughter-in-law, let's go."

The two locked the door of their house and walked east along the small river behind the mansion. Li Yiming's house was in the middle of the river.

Li Yiming was their classmate, who had been with Shan Linjia since childhood. Because he admired Shan Linjia's prestige among his peers, he specially worshiped him as his eldest brother, and walked around in front of Shan Linjia like a dog's leg every day.

But this dog leg is not an ordinary dog ​​leg, he has a rather amazing identity, the only seedling of the village head of Xiaoli Village, he can be regarded as the second generation of officials no matter what.

The family is rich and powerful, and the most important thing is that they are good-looking, typical tall, rich and handsome, but they are stared at by the little girls a few kilometers away, for fear that a male god who doesn't pay attention to them will be taken off somewhere. The goblin that came out was hooked away.

It was hot, and when the two walked to Li Yiming's house side by side in the shade, they still couldn't help sweating.

He Man was watering the vegetable garden in the yard, when he saw them, he hurriedly put down his things and called them in.

"Come into the house, it's too hot, there's air-conditioning in the room, go in and blow it."

Although she is the wife of the village chief and the mother of the village, she is well known in Xiaoli Village for her hospitality and her lack of airs.

Shan Linjia glanced at the vegetable field next to him, and couldn't help shaking his thumb: "Aunt He, the vegetables you grow are getting more and more ostentatious, look at these tomatoes and green peppers, they are all very beautiful , much more energetic than that malnourished little thing my mother grew."

"I just take good care of it when I have nothing to do."

Even though he said so, He Man still couldn't help laughing happily. This thing he planted was just like another son, and he couldn't stop being praised.

The two of them followed He Man into the hall, and the air-conditioning blowing towards their faces instantly made them feel alive, and the pores of their comfortable bodies were constantly clamoring for refreshment.

He Man went to the kitchen and cut a fruit plate, and handed them some ice along the way: "Go upstairs, Yiming and Xiaoqin are studying there, you should go and have a look too."

study?Shan Linjia and Mo Yao next to him looked at each other in blank dismay. This summer vacation has just gone for a little while, and they are studying so hard now.

"Actually, the two of you came at the right time. Go and review with them. Mo Yao's grades are good, and you can also help Yiming, a stupid boy who doesn't understand."

He Man's voice with a smile came from behind, and the two of them turned their heads to look at her smiling expression, and suddenly a cold sweat broke out from Da Xia's back.

They now know who the two boys upstairs are actively showing to.

In addition to being handsome, unassuming, and not usually fond of flirting with little girls, Li Yiming probably only has bad grades, which is still in line with his dandy's setting.

Before the two went upstairs to Li Yiming's room, they heard the vague sound of someone reciting poems.

"The spring scenery in the garden can't be closed, the next sentence."

"A branch of red apricot came out of the wall."

Well, it's okay to pick up.

"Business girls don't know the hatred of subjugation, next sentence."

"A branch of red apricot came out of the wall."

Ok?

"Dongfeng doesn't agree with Zhou Lang, next sentence."

"A branch of red apricot came out of the wall."

Uh……

The other person who proposed the poem probably collapsed like the two of them, and continued to mention it after a while.

"Mochou has no confidant in the future?"

"A branch of red apricot came out of the wall."

"Peach Blossom Smiling Out of the Fence?"

"A branch of red apricot came out of the wall."

"Two orioles singing green willows?"

"A branch of red apricot came out of the wall."

"Picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence?"

"Hongxing came out of the wall."

There was no sound in the room for a while, and after another pause for about five seconds, there was a sudden roar.

"Li Yiming, I'm fucking you! If I don't beat you to death today, my surname is Qin!"

When Shan Linjia and Mo Yao heard that something was wrong, they hurried over and pushed the door open. As expected, the room was a mess. Li Yiming, who had been cheating all the time just now, was being pressed on the bed and served by family law. The pants are almost ripped off.

Li Yiming yelled like a pig butcher. When he saw the two of them coming in, it was like seeing a savior, and he yelled at them for help: "Brother Dajia! Little Santu, save me, come and save me!" Qingqing is crazy, come and save me!"

Little Santu is Li Yiming's nickname for Mo Yao, because his name Yao is composed of three soil characters.

Mo Yao picked out the ear that was shocked, and turned to look at Shan Linjia next to him: "Can you help?"

Shan Linjia clung to him in a doggy manner: "Listen to my wife."

Mo Yao smiled in satisfaction, walked to the side and sat down, and waved him over by the way: "Good guy, there are so many more comic books, which volume did I see last time?"

"Let me see, it seems to be this volume..."

Unexpectedly, they were so ruthless and ungrateful, they actually watched him being bullied like this, Li Yiming's tears were really about to fall, and he continued to howl at the top of his throat.

"Help! Murder!"

There was a lot of fussing about, and finally Qin Tan stopped when he was satisfied. He got off the bed, rubbed his wrists and looked at Li Yiming who was crying on the bed like a wronged little daughter-in-law.

"You still have the face to cry, hurry up and memorize those few poems just now."

Li Yiming pulled his clothes that were messed up under the struggle, pointed at him with a flushed face and complained: "Devil! Qingqing, you are a fucking devil, devil!"

Qin Qin frowned, raised his foot angrily and kicked his ass again: "My name is Qin Qin, it's not for affection, can you pronounce it more accurately."

There is another fatal reason for Li Yiming's poor Chinese performance. The indistinguishable nasal sounds are extremely serious. During the exam, he often makes mistakes in words because of this. For example, he has been calling Qin Qin's name Qingqing for so many years. Didn't change it.

"Qingqing, Qingqing, don't you just call it Qingqing, where did I call it wrong?"

"You..." Qin Tan almost spat out a mouthful of old blood, and exhaled a few breaths, trying not to get angry.

"Come on, Lao Qin, it's not like you don't know about his problem since he was a child." Shan Linjia thought that the two of them were too noisy for his wife to read cartoons, so he reluctantly told Li Yiming Affection.

"Yes, yes!" Seeing that Shan Linjia was willing to stand by him, Li Yiming immediately jumped up from the bed and jumped behind him. It seemed that he really regarded Qin Tan as a devil: "Brother Da Jia is right, I It's been called that since I was a child, if I can't change it, what can I do, if you don't accept it, come and bite me, bite me."

Seeing him flirting with him when he thought he had found a backer, Qin Tan felt annoyed. He sat on the bed and raised his legs, and looked at him from above: "□□."

"You also apologize to Lao Qin quickly." Shan Linjia never gave in, and grabbed Li Yiming's ear and sent forward: "He came over to give you tutoring on a hot day, and you kept going out of the wall with Hong Xing, and Hong Xing came out of the wall." Annoyed by the wall, I don’t want to embarrass you.”

"But I think the poem he mentioned can be connected no matter how you use the red apricot out of the wall."

Li Yiming was also aggrieved, rubbing his red ears and muttering in a low voice.