The husband of the time-travelling ruffian

Standing behind Cheng Yufeng is a group of younger brothers, each with infinite style, looking at Wang Yunda shyly and timidly.

Wang Yunda was taken aback, and subconsciously went to look at An Tian, ​​and saw that the little brother seemed to be shocked, his eyes glanced over a bunch of brothers, his mouth was half open and he couldn't speak, this is the An Tian that Wang Yunda saw The biggest expression.

Wang Yunda stood up, grabbed Cheng Yufeng's arm and took it to the side, growling: "Why did you bring them here!?"

Cheng Yufeng grinned out two small canine teeth, and Wang Yunda, who looked bad, wanted to beat him up: "I just want to see that brother who is chasing you, you've been lying there for so long, if you don't let my brother out, I won't be called Cheng Yufeng! "

Wang Yunda pinched his fan and stared at him fiercely: "I've never seen you so narrow-minded!" He also became a little angry, "What's more, I'm with him...I'm with him, you don't know, you What do you mean!? Take down my platform!?”

"Oh, are you really going to get along with someone?" Cheng Yufeng said, "Then you have to thank me even more, the brother who doesn't care how much you were an asshole in the past is the one who really loves you, why are you so flustered!?"

Wang Yunda pushed him away: "There is no such fallacy as you!"

"Why did I get it wrong? In the future, even if the two of you are really married, how can he not know about your past?"

An Tian knew that when An Tian proposed marriage to him for the second time, he knew that Wang Yunda liked to go shopping, but what he said was the same, but it was another thing to see with his own eyes that Wang Yunda was better off with so many brothers.

Wang Yunda was really angry: "Cheng Yufeng, you are going too far."

He got up and went to call the boatman to dock, and wanted to take An Tian away, but An Tian actually chatted with those little guys!

Wang Yunda stood aside anxiously and listened.

"Young Master Wang likes to hear me play the pipa the most." The little brother smiled shyly, revealing two dimples, "He said I was the most unique when I played the pipa."

"Young Master Wang likes to eat the plum cakes I made. When he wasn't eating wine at my place, he even asked the boy to come over and bring some snacks." His face must be showing off.

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An Tian sat there steadily, listening to them one by one. It was obvious that others were protesting with him, as if he was listening to his subordinates report on work.

Cheng Yufeng was quite happy to see it, and moved closer to Wang Yunda: "Young Master Wang, this brother is really special."

Wang Yunda glanced at him, without the usual joke in his eyes: "Cheng Yufeng, don't say I didn't warn you, don't touch him."

Cheng Yufeng was noncommittal, the boat docked, and Wang Yunda pulled An Tian away.

On the way, he passed the music workshop, but An Tian stopped, went in and bought a pipa.

Wang Yunda's head hurts when he saw it.

When we got back to Fulinmen, the little brother held the pipa in his hand and began to clang and clang. His hand was already disabled and he couldn't even hold down the strings. What kind of pipa should he play?Nine of the ten sounds were not complete, and one was lucky enough to be correct.

After listening for a long time, Wang Yunda finally couldn't bear it any longer. He slapped the table and stood up: "Stop playing!" He stood so hard that the chair behind him hit the display shelf behind. On the shelf was a bright ceramic vase It fell to the ground with a bang and was smashed to pieces.

The vase is the last batch of Anqing Tongjia Porcelain. After the extinction of this family 300 years ago, no one can make such an exquisite vase. There are not many of these bottles in the world. How many can be sold outside? Thousand taels of silver.

Normally, Wang Yunda must be so distressed that he would die, but right now, the sound of the bottle falling made him stunned for a moment, and the next moment Wang Yunda pointed to the pipa in An Tian's arms, and said irritably, "Put that thing away, I don't want to see it!"

The little brother sat quietly holding the pipa, a little dazed, and after a long time he said: "Don't be angry."

"I'm not angry!" Wang Yunda poured a cup of herbal tea, pinched the cup as if he was going to crush it abruptly, held it back for a long time, finally couldn't hold it anymore, and cursed, "There are so many brothers on the painting boat Surrounding you with sour words, you ask me what to do if I am angry, and you are not angry yourself?"

"Angry." With a calm face, the little brother said he was angry, and said again, "But you don't like me, I don't seem to have the right to be angry."

Wang Yunda opened his mouth, holding the cup in his hand, neither putting it down nor holding it: "So you just want to learn the pipa?"

The little brother nodded seriously and lowered his eyes: "I know I can't play well, but I will learn it well in the future."

"Aren't you going to marry me?" Wang Yunda said, "Do you think that the young owner of my dignified Fulinmen needs his husband to learn the pipa to listen to the music?"

An Tian's eyes lit up: "Have you decided to marry me?"

Wang Yunda was dumbfounded. How long have they been together, and it's time to talk about marriage again?

"...I just said, my husband, don't learn this!"

The light in the little brother's eyes slowly faded again, and he said: "But I am not your husband yet, you seem to like the brother who plays the pipa very much, I will learn to play the pipa first, and be the brother you like, maybe You would consider marrying me."

The little brother spoke very calmly and firmly.For a moment, Wang Yunda almost blurted out that he would marry him.

The little brother put down his pipa, and looked straight at Wang Yunda with dark eyes: "The plum cake I made is also delicious." building.

Wang Yunda looked at the little brother's back and didn't understand what was going on, so he looked at the pipa on the table and poured himself another cup of herbal tea.

When the light was turned on at night, the little brother came back with a plate of plum cake in his hand.

The little brother has bad hands, so he does things slowly, and he does it meticulously, so he is even slower.

Wang Yunda was rolling on the bed in his underwear, he was about to fall asleep, but An Tian hadn't come back yet, and the person sleeping beside him suddenly disappeared.He is not used to it.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, Wang Yunda breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that his bad temper in the afternoon had scared people away.

The little brother called softly: "Are you asleep?"

Wang Yunda didn't say anything, when he heard something being placed on the small table beside the bed, he turned his head to see that there were cakes on the small table in a square shape on a porcelain white plate.

The little brother said: "Haven't slept yet?"

"You did it?" Wang Yunda asked.

"Yeah." The little brother nodded, "Would you like to try it?" He was about to go to bed at night, and he shouldn't be eating anymore, but An Tian still wanted him to try it.

Wang Yunda sat up cross-legged, picked up a piece and put it in front of his eyes. It looked ordinary, just a boxy snack, nothing fancy.

I opened my mouth and bit it, it was soft and sweet, and the taste was quite good.

Wang Yunda ate a piece, and went to get it again: "It's delicious." After thinking about it, he added uncomfortably, "It's better than the one made by the man on the painting boat."

With the candlelight shining in the little brother's eyes, he faintly smiled.

Shopkeeper Wanda felt that he was very upset, and there were many things about Fulinmen, so Wang Yunda didn't worry about talking about love.It was so easy to peep through the crack of the door to see that there was nothing wrong with Wang Yunda, he felt that his hair was going to lose a lot of worry.He was unhappy, and he didn't want others to be happy, so he held back his bad moves at night, thinking about how to deal with Zhao Daliang.

No matter how good his information collection was, he couldn't possibly know that the old Zhao's family had conflicts and wanted to separate.

That afternoon, Zhao Daliang drove Xia Chun away and went back to the house, even Zhao Qingxiang ignored him, seeing that Zhao Daliang was angry, Zhao Qingxiang didn't dare to open the door for his grandma, he dragged Zhong Xiaoping back to the house, took out the medicine bottle Apply medicine to Zhong Xiaoping, his husband never fights since childhood, this is probably the first time he was injured.

Zhong Xiaoping was a little nervous, and Xia Chun's slamming on the door and sharp crying could still be heard outside the door.He also didn't expect the matter to develop to such an extent. His father, who has always been easy to talk, was more frightening than anyone else when he got angry.

"Well, can I just ignore you?" Zhong Xiaoping tugged on Zhao Qingxiang's sleeve, and when he spoke, the wound on the corner of his mouth was touched, and he couldn't help taking a breath.

"It's okay." Zhao Qingxiang lowered his eyes and carefully applied the medicine to Zhong Xiaoping. There were a few scratch marks on Zhong Xiaoping's face, which were already bleeding. If he didn't touch the medicine well, he might leave a scar.

Zhong Xiaoping was silent for a while, but still asked: "You really want to split up..." In fact, it's good to think about splitting up, to live your own life behind closed doors, without having to look at your father's face.But if it is divided, it will really make the villagers laugh.

"You don't want to divide?" Zhao Qingxiang said.

Zhong Xiaoping was a bit conflicted: "You decide."

Zhao Qingxiang was silent and said nothing more.Xia Chun made a noise for a while, and then there was no sound.Many people in the village were attracted by his voice, and because of Zhao Ruyi's matter, they were pointed out by the villagers, and now they were driven out by Zhao Daliang.No matter how shameless a person is, he can't help wanting face.There were more and more people, and Xia Chun saw that the gate of his house had made it clear that it would not be opened, so he left quickly. He had no other place to go, so he could only go to his mother's house in the end.

The Zhao family didn't go out that day, and finally there was no curse from Xia Chun in his ears. Zhong Xiaoping breathed a sigh of relief, and felt a rare quietness.

There was another knock on the door, and when no one opened it, the people outside shouted cautiously, only then did Zhong Xiaoping realize that it was Gu Qiuliang who had returned.After Zhao Qingji took away the money from the family, Gu Qiuliang became more and more ruthless in his work. He would work as soon as he was given the money.

A little brother in his family was always watched by Zhong Xiaoping, but Zhong Xiaoping couldn't stand him, and the little brother ran out of the house from time to time and disappeared.Zhong Xiaoping still had his own work in hand, so he saw that his little brother could come back by himself after going out, and then he didn't care about it.

When Gu Qiuliang came back, it was basically the time to take money home.

He also grew thinner and thinner, his already thin face was almost skinny, with faint wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, Gu Qiuliang was only in his twenties, Zhong Xiaoping actually saw a few white hairs on his head.

Gu Qiuliang was holding a wooden basin full of clothes, and he just came back from helping someone wash clothes.Zhong Xiaoping frowned: "Sister-in-law, take a break, don't work so hard, your body is broken, what's the point of making money."

Gu Qiuliang laughed twice: "It's okay." His gaze stayed on Zhong Xiaoping's face, "What's wrong with your face?"

"It's okay, I was scratched by a branch." Zhong Xiaoping went to snatch Gu Qiuliang's clothes basin, his body was still injured, and this end of the basin had a pain in his lower back. He let Gu Qiuliang in under cover, "on the stove You still have leftover food, you go and eat some, and I'll help you hang your clothes."

Gu Qiuliang responded and went to the kitchen. Zhong Xiaoping hung the clothes and couldn't help but think, if a person like Gu Qiuliang were separated, what kind of life would he live with Zhao Qingji?Everyone has their own destiny, and he can't control it.