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Fujiko didn't know what she was doing, and went back to this mountain village in the dark where even cars couldn't get in.

Seeing the man squinting at her, Fujiko was so angry that she snatched the big bowl of dried noodles that the man was holding in his hand, and then gave the man a big supercilious look, then buried her head Lihulu started to eat.

Not to mention, that person's cooking skills are really nothing to say.Although it was just a bowl of noodles with nothing good to eat, Fujiko felt something warm flowing in his body when he ate it.

Fujiko sneaked a glance at that person...it seemed...it seemed...it was a little bit pleasing to his eyes, really, just a little bit, just a little bit.

That night, Fujiko didn't sleep in the room full of pickles and salt water. In the new bamboo building, he actually had a room of his own. (Employee benefits are good~~~╮(╯▽╰)╭)

It's still the same wooden bed that I slept on before, although the bed is still so hard and uncomfortable, but I don't know why, it smells of the sunlight on the thick and heavy quilt, and the light and dry green bamboo in the new room The scent... Fujiko suddenly felt relaxed.

The white eyes and contempt she has suffered since returning to Yingdu in the past month has become insignificant at this moment, even... Fujiko feels that the city's glamorous luxury is compared with the simple life of this poor mountain valley... Here, it should be his paradise, at least here, there is a feeling of peace of mind for him.

Hmm... of course, without that person, it would be a real paradise on earth.

The carriages and horses were exhausted, and the journey was tossed and turned. After turning over a few times, Fujiko was wrapped in a thick quilt and let out a slight grunt.

When Yan Guoqiang woke up in the morning and found that there was one more person at the dinner table, and that person was the "long-term worker with a stomachache" who he was glad to have finally left, he was really surprised: "Stomach, uh... Fujiko, when are you coming back?" yes?"

Hululu drank three big bowls of corn porridge, ate six pieces of corn tortillas, and then Fujiko raised his head from the bowl and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, revealing his white teeth: "Uncle, what is it?" My son is all right."

"Uh..." Yan Guoqiang held the bowl, and ended his sentence at the "long-term worker" who was grinning so brightly that he was called a sunshine.

When Yan Che baked a few more cornbreads and came in, he found that half of the original breakfast for three people had been wiped out by Fujiko. Belching and picking teeth at the table.

Looking at Yan Guoqiang, who was eating porridge with shredded kimchi in his hands, Yan Che's cheeks squirmed for a while. After all, his lower face gradually turned to a hideous expression, and he put the corn tortillas in front of Yan Guoqiang...the father and son continued their breakfast.

As soon as he picked up the bowl, Yan Che saw Yan Guosheng also entered the gate carrying a hoe.

He hurriedly got up to serve Yan Guosheng porridge, but was stopped by Yan Guosheng: "I have eaten."

When Yan Guosheng saw Fujikodu sitting at the table, he was slightly taken aback, a little surprised.

Speaking of it, Yan Guosheng had a pretty good impression of this "long-term worker" Fujiko. Although his identity was a little suspicious and he was a little "stupid", but fortunately he was "motivated". If you don't understand, just ask and be careful. What a "time bomb".

Ever since, Yan Che and his son were fighting over the breakfast on the table, while Yan Guosheng and Tengzi sat leaning on the table, drinking water as tea, spitting flying together.

Yan Guosheng pretended to inadvertently ask about Tengzidu's family background, but Tengzi pretended to be crazy and fooled, and went around with Tai Chi. Instead, he talked about anecdotes and anecdotes all the way back, and successfully led Yan Guosheng to digress seriously.

Although Fujiko has been immersed in the playboys for several years, he has also practiced one thing-that is, Fujiko has a mouth that can speak well, and it can be said that the tongue is so brilliant that it can bring the dead to life.

In Fujiko's own words, just relying on one mouth, that is the ultimate weapon that he has been invincible in Yingdu for decades, and has been invincible to girls all over Yingdu. (... Don't look at me, just be a stallion at a certain point, everything is an illusion... -_-|||)

Fujiko, who was talking about anecdotes, was full of energy, sensuality, fascinating, ups and downs... Even Yan Guoqiang, who was drinking polenta, slowed down his chewing speed, and followed him with a bowl to listen to his nonsense.

Yan Che was really itchy with hatred, the knee ligament under the table was "out of balance", and accidentally...cough...he kicked hard on the calf of the dancing "Mr. Storyteller".

Grinning his teeth in pain, the "storyteller", who dared not speak out in anger, restrained himself angrily.

After breakfast, Yan Che, who was tidying up in the yard, was followed by a tail holding a piece of foxtail that he didn't know where to fold.

The stupidity of this tail is outrageous.

As a last resort, Yan Guoqiang and Yan Guosheng exiled this "tail" to Yan Che's side.

Well, the reason, uh, this has to be said slowly.

After Yan Che's father and son had breakfast, Yan Guosheng, who came out of the bamboo building, saw that Master Teng was "well-informed", thinking that he could listen to people's stories while working, so he decided to take Master Teng to the pond to feed the fish.

Master Teng also found it novel: the pond was an empty pit a month ago, but now it is filled with water, and many seedlings have been thrown into it.

The fish pond, that was the place where Mr. Teng spent money to go in for entertainment, but now it is free, and he can still see the "childhood" of the fish he caught before.

So Young Master Teng hummed a little yellow tune and followed Yan Guosheng to the pond.

result……

Within half an hour, Yan Guosheng exclaimed from the direction of the pond: "Fourth brother, third son, quickly bring the bamboo pole, the little vine has fallen into the pond."

It turned out that Master Teng threw fish food into the fish and threw himself into it. (... ╮(╯_╰)╭)

Looking at Yan Che, who had changed into dry clothes, was sneezing, was suppressed in anger, his teeth were grinding, and his forehead was twitching, staring at Young Master Teng who was drinking ginger soup, his small eyes were innocent.

Well, seeing his son in such a difficult situation, Yan Guoqiang felt distressed for a while, and waved his hand: "Let's go, stomach... Zidu, follow me to the mountains and spray water!"

Before Yan Che's eyes caught him, Master Teng jumped up from the stool and quickly caught up with Yan Guoqiang. He yelled "Uncle" from the left and "Uncle" from the right, and grabbed a relatively large sprayer on his back. Twelve obediently followed Yan Guoqiang's footsteps.

Well, escaped from Yan Che's sight at the fastest speed.

result……

In less than an hour, Yan Guoqiang came back with a sullen face, carrying the sprayer on his back, and followed behind him holding the handle of the sprayer that had "detached from the organization" in his hand, and followed behind with an aggrieved expression. (...(╯﹏╰))

Thus, Young Master Teng became Yan Che's tail.

Glaring at a certain tail, the tail keenly sensed the murderous intent, shuddered, spit out the dog's tail grass in his mouth, and gave a twisted dry smile: "Yan Che, hehe... what are we going to do? "

"Hmph." Yan Che snorted, "What do you think you can do?"

"I……"

"Aside from eating, drinking and having fun, bullying others, bullying the weak and fearing the evil, throwing stones at others, and refusing to save you, Master Teng, what else can you do? What else can you do?" Yan Che's mouth curled up, his eyebrows and eyes curved, revealing a sweet smile. A smile that made people bewildered and confused, even the dimples that appeared on the corners of Xuan Shao's mouth also floated out.

The so-called "beauty smiles and loses pearls", but a certain tail is under this smile, her hips are closed, and her chrysanthemum is tightened. It feels that what is opened is not the pearls, but the cold gate to the eighteenth hell: "Severe , Yan Che, hehe, hehe, let’s talk if we have something to say, ah, a gentleman uses his hands but doesn’t speak, ah no, a gentleman uses his mouth but doesn’t move his hands.”

A certain tail with eight teeth exposed as far as possible stepped forward carefully, and pressed down the hand of the beauty who laughed so hard that his liver and gallbladder were splitting... the kitchen knife in it: "Let's talk about it, um, hehe, I don't know how to do it, you teach me, I must study hard, really. You see, I’m back after my word, and I’m sure I’ll do my best this time, right?! Hehe!”

The beauty held back her alluring smile, frowned, and snorted coldly again, cast a sidelong glance at Young Master Teng, and shook her head: "Tengzidu, this is how you will be for the rest of your life!"

Yan Che picked up the fine iron kitchen knife that was pressed on the cutting board, sideways sideways to avoid Fujiko, pinned the kitchen knife to the knife holder, and continued to tidy up the end of the kitchen.

The Chinese New Year is coming soon. Clean up the kitchen so that we can worship the God of the Kitchen, and pray for a bumper harvest in the coming year, and no worries about food and clothing—this is the most important thing for every farmer.

As for the troubled young master... Yan Che laughed at himself: I don't know what to get angry with him, it's not worth it.If people don't love themselves, they can only be like that for the rest of their lives.

The movements of his hands froze, and Yan Che was a little stunned: What's wrong with me?What does it have to do with me whether he loves himself or not?Do you still hope that he will cheer up and bully people again?Just for fun and curiosity, can you bet on the fate of a completely irrelevant person?Can you push an innocent person into the abyss of eternal doom? !

Haha, it turned out to be like this, it turned out to be like this!

"Get out, go back to where you should go, don't get in my way here! This is a rural area, and I can't afford to support a delicate and expensive young master like you." Throwing the rag in his hand, Yan Che slammed Turning around, pointing at the door, eyes of disgust and hatred were like sharp knives, stabbing at Fujiko mercilessly: "Get out, get out."

Yan Che's sudden move made Fujiko stay where he was.

half an hour.

"Yan... Che, you..." Fujiko was startled by Yan Che's expression.

He didn't know what was the purpose of Yan Che's sharp reprimand, let alone the reason for the deep and insane disgust and hatred in Yan Che's eyes?

Seeing Yan Che like this, Fujiko's mind quickly ran through the few times he met Yan Che, except for a few malicious ridicules, it seemed...he didn't offend Yan Che much, right?no? !

Although he looked down on Yan Che, even though he felt that he was not like a man... But it wouldn't make him show such anger as if facing the killing of his father and enemy, right?

"Yan Che, I... haven't done anything too outrageous to you, have I?" Fujiko put away all her sloppy nature, looked at Yan Che very seriously, and asked very seriously: "I admit, I used to It was rude to you, I apologize. But, you..."

Yan Che was stunned for a moment, his crazy and ferocious face seemed like an old rice paper painting, which collapsed in an instant and turned into dust. He looked at Fujiko in a daze, gave a soft "ah", shook his body, and subconsciously stretched out his hand Holding on to the stove.

The out-of-focus eyes looked at Fujiko.

With that direct glance, Fujiko felt her heart tremble, and with a dull pain, she stepped forward to support Yan Che: "What's wrong with you?"

Fujiko felt that such Yan Che was too strange.

Before touching Yan Che, Fujiko felt a sharp pain across his face, and reached out to touch the source of the pain on his face.

Hot, hot and sticky... Put it in front of your eyes, and you can see a trace of bright red on your fingertips.

With a pause in his hands and narrowed eyes, Fujiko raised his head.

At this time, Yan Che's eyes are clear, the madness is gone, and the daze is not there, as if the previous scene was just a hallucination of Fujiko... The eyes that met Fujiko's eyes are a little dodge at the moment, and there is a sense of struggling guilt in the eyes, which is fleeting.

"What's the matter with you?" Fujiko sneered and said, "I came back here as promised, but it doesn't mean I can scold you like a grandson. I'm useless, I'm a waste, but it seems that it's not my turn. Come and scold me?!"

In the kitchen, apart from the sound of Fujikodu's heavy breathing, there was also the sound of Yan Che's index finger picking at the gap on the chopping board, and the atmosphere was once on the verge of breaking point.

for a long time.

"Fujikoto." Yan Che's voice sounded in the empty kitchen: "You... know how to plan the ground?"

Fujiko frowned, took a deep breath of the cold air mixed with bacon, closed his eyes, and suppressed the anger in his eyes.

When he opened it again, the cruelty in his eyes no longer existed: "I'm sorry, but if you teach me, I will study hard."

"Yeah. Come and dig the vegetable field with me later." Yan Che's voice drifted out softly.

"Oh." The corners of Fujiko's mouth twitched, and he responded, "What do you want to bring?"

"Hoe." Yan Che's voice was soft and soft: "Basket, go and order something for lunch when you come back."

"Is it in the yard? I'll look for it." While speaking, Fujiko was about to turn around and leave the kitchen door.

"Tengzidu..." Hearing Yan Che's voice again, Fujikodu stopped at the door, put his hands on the door frame, held the door frame tightly, and looked back at Yan Che's back who had never looked back: " Just now……"

"It's nothing, I'll go find a hoe and a basket." Before Yan Che could finish speaking, Fujiko had already walked out of the kitchen.

The vegetable field that Yan Che is going to is in Jizuipo.

Yan Che, who was empty-handed, followed Teng Zidu, who was carrying two hoes and twisting a bamboo basket, and set off from Wuxu Mountain, crossing Yanjiawan Wangjizuipo.

Neither of them spoke, neither questioned nor apologized.

At this moment, Fujiko was walking, admiring the apprentices who cultivated land, and smelling the fragrance of the soil. Although the two hoes hurt his shoulders, he felt that his soul was washed in the air mixed with the fragrance of the soil. .

Yes, very comfortable, very comfortable, very peaceful.

"Yan Che, this place is very good. Thank you for taking me here." Opening his eyes, Fujiko looked at the mountains in the distance and the green vegetable crops nearby, saying so.

"Well, yes... very good." Yan Che raised his head, staring at the back of Fujikoto in front of him... His brows and eyes were light, and his expression was light, as light as the chilly wind blowing across their cheeks.