Scumbag Petitioner [Transmigration Book]

Since then, there has been a touch of bright duck yellow in the green farm. On this day, Gu Xuanlang came back from the town with Lang Qinghe on a motorcycle.

Tang Kele, who was weeding in the vegetable field, stood up immediately when he heard the sound, and took the initiative to go out of the vegetable field to help Gu Xuanlang and the others, "Oh, you two bought a lot of things this time, didn't you just buy them for use?" What about the iron nails and turnbuckles used to build farmhouses, what are these drawing boards and drawing pencils used for? Are you two trying to develop a hobby?"

"It's for Qing He. He ran out of the drawing tools he used before. I think this drawing board is also pretty good, so I thought I'd buy it all for him." Gu Xuanlang didn't ask Tang Kele to help him with the things, but Signal Tang Kele to help Lang Qinghe.

Tang Kele, who got the hint, immediately went to help Lang Qinghe with things like a dog, and followed behind Lang Qinghe, talking curiously, "Qinghe, I don't even know you like painting unless you tell me Xuanlang. "

"It's not like I like it. It's just that I learned it when I was a child, and I learned related majors when I grew up, so I never left it." Lang Qinghe has always been reluctant to communicate with others, but Tang Kele is very annoying and extremely loving. For those who chat, even if he doesn't answer, Tang Kele will chatter beside him until he grinds his mouth.

Tang Kele followed Lang Qinghe closely into the room, and Lang Qinghe fell silent again. He put down the things in his hand with a smile, and watched Lang Qinghe who put down the things and began to untie his helmet.

This Tang Kele laughed so that Lang Qinghe felt uncomfortable. He put down the little yellow duck's helmet and said, "What are you laughing at?"

"Hey, the little yellow duck who laughed at you looks good, and the bright yellow color is so cute." Tang Kele smiled very sincerely, and then added, "It suits you very well."

"..." Lang Qinghe raised his eyebrows, his face couldn't be said to be good or bad. He recalled the scene where Gu Xuanlang boasted that he was wearing a little yellow duck helmet that day at the motorcycle supply store, and the corners of his mouth curled up quietly, "I It also looks pretty nice."

"Yeah." Tang Kele didn't want to be a topic stopper, and when Lang Qinghe was sitting on the sofa drinking tea, he hurriedly joined him, "Qinghe, you've been talking to Brother Xuanlang all day, why don't you talk to me?" It's boring, why don't we both have a good chat."

"What are you talking about? Didn't we chat just now? I'm not very talkative." Lang Qinghe put down his teacup, looked at Gu Xuanlang who was still arranging the toolbox outside the door, and couldn't help but take a second look.

Tang Kele followed Lang Qinghe's line of sight, and didn't see any mystery, so he quickly moved on to the next topic, "Since you said you are not interested in painting, what are you most interested in? Well, that is Your hobbies, as for me, apart from making game videos every day and occasionally playing games live, I don’t have any special hobbies.”

Lang Qinghe withdrew his gaze, there was a little impatience in his amber eyes, but when he thought of Gu Xuanlang's words to persuade him to make more friends, he still endured it. He lowered his eyes and thought carefully for a while, but didn't notice that Gu Xuanlang, who had already entered the room, replied self-consciously, "I actually like dissection."

"..." Gu Xuanlang who had just entered the door suddenly stopped in his tracks, pretending to be looking at his mobile phone, standing at the entrance, listening to what Lang Qinghe said next.

"!!!" Tang Kele was far more surprised than Gu Xuanlang. His mouth was wide open, and his face was no longer as relaxed as before. His nervous little paws began to scratch the sofa, and he lowered his voice and asked again: "You What do you like about anatomy? You... You have to make it clear, you didn't study architectural design, how could you be interested in anatomy?"

"I didn't take the anatomy major because my parents blocked it. As for why I was interested, it dates back to when I was young." Lang Qinghe rarely laughed at outsiders, let alone now. With a coquettish smile, he drank another sip of herbal tea, sighed in relief and sat back on the sofa, holding his little yellow duck helmet in his arms, as if he was stroking a precious treasure, "My family is a remarried family. I run a slaughterhouse. My mother married and had my younger brother. My stepfather couldn’t do it alone, so I replaced my mother from early morning to late night to help. At first, I helped collect change, then gradually I helped pass tools, and finally waited When I was old enough to handle animal carcasses with my own hands, I gradually found that when I took a knife to cut open an animal carcass, it felt really good."

Speaking of this, Lang Qinghe actually laughed out loud, that kind of clear laughter with a unique youthful tone, definitely not pretending, he was really happy, "I found that even if there are different animals in appearance, they can be cut open. The internal organs and structure of the corpse are the same as those of its kind, not only animals, I think people are also like this...but the souls of people are different, I am sure of this..."

Lang Qinghe thought of Gu Xuanlang and subconsciously smiled again, then went to look at Tang Kele who had lost his voice, and suddenly found that Gu Xuanlang was standing in the entrance, looking at him intently, only then did he realize that he seemed to be That's a little too much talking, and he wants to explain.

But at this moment, Tang Kele on the opposite side suddenly approached Lang Qinghe, sniffling his nose, and patted Lang Qinghe's shoulder comfortingly, "Qinghe, I'm sorry, I shouldn't ask you these things, I'm sorry, I have touched on your sad things, although your hobbies are a bit perverted, but I know that you are not to blame for these, I am sorry."

"..." Lang Qinghe wanted to cough after being photographed by Tang Kele. He carefully turned his head and looked at Gu Xuanlang, who had been silent all this time, from the corner of his eye. If he realized that Gu Xuanlang was there earlier, he would not have said these things at all. What if Gu Xuanlang misunderstood that he was a disgusting pervert in the future?

He never cared about other people's opinions before, but this time he cared especially, and he didn't know why.

The more Lang Qinghe thought about it, the more he regretted it. He quickly turned his head to meet Gu Xuanlang's deep and emotionless eyes at this time, and pretended not to care, pushed Tang Kele away from him, and looked at Tang Kele and explained loudly, "What are you apologizing for? It's not you who ruined my family. Besides, my childhood life was very good, and my mental state has always been very good. Otherwise, how could I survive until now? I have never done anything other than dissecting animals. Now, and I don’t really like anatomy, you just think I’m joking to tease you, hehe.”

Gu Xuanlang shook his hand holding the phone, thinking that the original body was probably the first person Lang Qinghe used to practice his hands, and he looked at Lang Qinghe who glanced at him from the corner of his eye from time to time. throbbing.

In the original text, the author only briefly mentioned what happened in Lang Qinghe's childhood, and did not over-describe it. He only knew that Lang Qinghe was kidnapped when he was a child, and his father died at that time. I really don't know.

So Gu Xuanlang didn't understand what happened to Lang Qinghe in his childhood, but now he heard what Lang Qinghe said, he finally understood.

A young master of the Lang family, who was living a carefree and affluent life, was forced to hide from debts with his mother due to a sudden change in his family. His hands that were supposed to describe all the beautiful things in the world were also gripped with butcher knives. the blood of various animals.

Such a painful and helpless childhood seemed normal under Lang Qinghe's description. Gu Xuanlang could no longer bear it and stepped forward, interrupting Tang Kele's next words, and rubbing Lang Qinghe's head, Half-jokingly encouraged, "The past was the past, and the present is the present. We all have to look forward. Of course, Boss Lang, our family will raise chickens and various animals in the future. You are not allowed to assassinate them behind my back. I found out that I will punish you."

"Pfft, don't worry, I promise." Seeing that Gu Xuanlang was still the same as before, Lang Qinghe felt relieved, and changed the subject wittily: "The animals in the past were not my family's, of course I don't care. The animals on the farm are different, not only will I not kill them, but I will also help them build a nest."

Speaking of building a nest, Gu Xuanlang remembered the system task he had just received in the morning. He wanted to build a chicken coop that could accommodate fifty chickens. Not only that, the chicken coop was also novel and beautiful. Gu Xuanlang said that everything was too difficult. After thinking about it, he handed over this important task to Lang Qinghe, "Well, I believe you will help them build it."

"Hey, Qinghe, do you want to draw a picture? When will it start? Can I watch your painting process?" Tang Kele became more attached to Lang Qinghe after learning about Lang Qinghe's childhood.

"I've already finished the drawing. I'm afraid it's impossible for you to see my on-site design." Lang Qinghe ignored Tang Kele's instantly collapsed face, but looked at Gu Xuanlang who was already showing doubts at this time, turned around and walked up. Lou took down the blueprints he had designed and handed them to Gu Xuanlang, "Sometimes I suffer from insomnia at night, so I can think wildly. When you said you bought this farm, I designed it. There are many different styles of farmhouses, you can take a look first, if you are not satisfied, I will redesign."

"..." Gu Xuanlang flipped through the various blueprints in his hand, looked at Lang Qinghe who was waiting for his answer in disbelief, and said with a little excitement in his voice, "Every blueprint is very novel and very unique. Looks good, I have a bit of choice difficulty."

"Wow, let me take a look, let me take a look." Tang Kele moved closer to Gu Xuanlang, read each design drawing with his mouth open, and whistled in surprise, "My mother, Qinghe, you are a high-yield Like a sow."

"Oh, a dog can't spit out ivory." Lang Qinghe glanced at Tang Kele in disgust, turned his head and smiled at Gu Xuanlang with a 180-degree turn: "Brother Xuanlang, why is it so difficult to choose? Our family’s farm is so big, the place used to raise animals is already dilapidated, you can dismantle them all, you can use every picture, make a different style, and it’s over? Besides, you just By the way, we don’t just want to raise chickens, these pictures can be changed into stables and pigpens, isn’t it great?”

"Well, you're right, we'll start building this afternoon." Gu Xuanlang put away the design drawings like a baby, got up and was about to go out to prepare building materials, but stopped because he thought of another problem. Turning his head, he looked at Lang Qinghe and Tang Kele who had already started talking, "Qinghe, Ke Le, while everyone is here today, I want to come up with the name of our farm with everyone."

After Gu Xuanlang said this, Lang Qinghe realized that the farm he had been running for a long time had not yet been named, and he immediately stopped talking to Tang Kele, and nodded in agreement, "Well, it is really time to think about it. Our farm will contact more and more merchants in the future, and if it is done well, it will have a brand in the future.”

"What you said is what I've been thinking about, so I want to decide on a resounding and good name through everyone's opinions." After Gu Xuanlang finished speaking, he began to raise his eyebrows in thought.

After the scene was quiet, Tang Kele said quietly, "We all use the boss's surname to name the business store. Why don't we call it Gu's Farm?"

Lang Qinghe was noncommittal, while Gu Xuanlang shook his head, "Ke Le, have you forgotten Qinghe, the second boss of our farm?"

"Then it's called Xuanlang Farm. Xuan is your name, Boss, and Lang is Qinghe's surname." Tang Kele didn't know what to think of, and then laughed cheaply, "Boss, I just discovered your name." It's just confession."

"Huh? What do you mean?" Gu Xuanlang, who was named waste, couldn't keep up with Tang Kele's rhythm. He looked at Lang Qinghe, whose ears were red for some reason, as if asking for help, and was even more confused.

The smile on Tang Kele's delicate face gradually deepened, "You see that your surname is Gu, Qinghe's surname is Lang, and your name is Xuan Lang. Isn't this just telling everyone that you Xuan (like) him?"

"..." Gu Xuanlang suddenly lost his voice, thinking to himself, why didn't he find out that his name was full of adultery?

Tang Kele saw that Gu Xuanlang was ignoring him, so he started teasing Lang Qinghe, and Tang Kele and Lang Qinghe's laughter rang out again in the room.

This clear and warm laughter made Gu Xuanlang lose his mind for a moment, and then he seemed to have a burst of inspiration, and said, "How about Sunny Farm? The weather is sunny and sunny."

Lang Qinghe did not immediately express his opinion, but recalled that when his father taught him to introduce himself in kindergarten when he was a child, he would always tell him that their surname was Lang Qinglang. He lowered his eyes and remained silent for a moment, then nodded, "Yes. "

"I totally agree. This name is optimistic and positive, which is completely in line with socialist values, yes!" Tang Kele also echoed.

Just when Gu Xuanlang was about to further explain the name of the farm, his video doorbell rang. Through the video doorbell, he saw a stranger standing at the door waiting for him to open the door.