The little man on the apex

Once a person gets anxious, he will often scold others when he curses.

In fact, to be fair, Yan Heyi always felt that Wang Ba was quite innocent.

It's nothing more than scolding bastards, and scolding other people's assholes, which is even more insincere.

However, what Feng Wanlong and Lu Yun did, even Yan Heyi felt worthy of this scolding, and even scolded it too lightly.

He secretly thought: Why are people scolding people in the book?

Clothes beasts.

Remove the word "clothes and crown", and the two should be a pair of beasts.

Yuan Xidang even jumped up, angrily going to find Feng Wanlong to argue, but was stopped by Yan Heyi.

He led the two agitated people back home, each of them wiped their face with a water-soaked veil, barely controlling their emotions.

Yan Heyi asked warmly: "Ziyu, what do you plan to do? Are you going to divorce?"

Zhou Ziyu bit his lip and didn't speak.

Yuan Xi got angry again, stood up and shouted: "Retreat! Idiots don't retreat!"

Yan Heyi pressed Yuan Xi's shoulders, pressed the little ancestor on the stool, and then said: "If you want to divorce, go home and talk to your parents, and find a matchmaker to return the birthday card."

"Let Yuanxi take you home, okay?"

Zhou Ziyu shook his head lightly, and said after a while, "I don't know what to say when I get home."

"Can I... stay here for a while?"

Yan Heyi nodded, took out the fried sunflower seeds bought in the town, poured hot tea for the two of them, and went to the kitchen to cook.

Before leaving the room, he turned around and said, "Yuanxi, don't run around."

Seeing that Yuan Xi agreed, he went out with confidence.

Today is Lixia, Yan Heyi prepared the southern candle leaves yesterday, because she was only busy with her little ancestor, she forgot about it, and only remembered to smash the southern candle leaves in the morning, and added water to make southern candle leaves. Candle leaf juice, soak the glutinous rice.

It has been soaking for nearly six hours now, and the glutinous rice is soaked in color, and it is already black and blue.

Southern candle leaves are also called black rice leaves. On the day of Lixia, people in Ping'an Village will use southern candle leaves to make bowls of black rice. They say that they can dispel wind and detoxify, and if you eat them, you will not be bitten by mosquitoes for a year.

Pour off the excess water from the soaked glutinous rice, leaving just enough to cover the rice, then steam it in a pot, and you will have a fragrant black rice.

This trace of fireworks can always soothe people's hearts, whether it is sad or angry, it can be temporarily diluted.

Yuan Xi and Zhou Ziyu, one raised his eyebrows angrily, and the other had tears on his face, but they didn't blame themselves, they were both eating rice obediently.

There is a small bowl of sugar on the table, which is just right for dipping the black rice. It is soft and glutinous, and it is full of sweetness.

Zhou Ziyu's mouth was stuffed, and he said vaguely: "Mr. Yan, the food you make is really delicious."

Yan Heyi smiled embarrassedly, and raised her hand to wipe away the rice grains from the corner of Yuanxi's mouth.

Zhou Ziyu seemed to have thought of something, swallowed the rice in his mouth, and asked softly: "On weekdays, is it Mr. Yan who cooks?"

Yuan Xi nodded vigorously: "That's right, it's my brother who cooks. I've only cooked it twice. Either I put too much seasoning, or I made things mushy."

Yan Heyi thought to herself from the side: more than that?Literally set the kitchen on fire.

Zhou Ziyu made a surprised expression, lowered his voice and said, "Actually, I don't know either."

"People say that after getting married, husband is required to cook, and he must be able to do all the housework. I don't know anything, and I won't be able to do it in the future."

Yuan Xi patted the table, tilted his head and asked, "Feng Wanlong said this?"

Zhou Ziyu nodded slightly.

Yuan Xi blurted out: "Fart!"

Yan Heyi covered her mouth at the side, and coughed lightly. Yuanxi knew that Yan Heyi didn't like swearing, so she shrunk her shoulders and made a guilty face at him.

He continued: "I don't know how to cook or wash clothes. I cut firewood once and almost hurt my toes. I couldn't dig wild vegetables whole, let alone transplanting rice seedlings and picking tea. gone."

Yuan Xi raised his chin and glanced at Yan Heyi, and continued: "I don't know anything, Mr. Yan also treats me well and doesn't dislike me at all?"

Speaking of this, he felt a little guilty, and whispered to Yan Heyi: "Is that right, brother?"

Now Yan Heyi really can't hear Yuan Xi calling him Mr. Yan, as long as he hears these three words from his mouth, he will immediately think of that ridiculous night.

Then, he just wanted to take this little thing who pretended to be a fool when he got out of bed, kiss him madly, and then beat him up hard.

He reluctantly suppressed his impulse, smiled gently at Yuan Xi, and replied, "That's right, even if you don't know anything, it doesn't matter."

Zhou Ziyu nodded half-understood, and then said: "But, your relationship is different from ours."

"Yuanxi is not Mr. Yan's husband."

Yan Heyi and Yuan Xi choked at the same time.

Yan Heyi: That's right, Yuan Xi is not my little husband.

Yan Heyi: It would be great if it is.

Yuan Xi: That's right, I'm not my brother's little husband.

Yuan Xi: It would be great if it is.

Yan Heyi hesitated for a moment, then blushed and said, "If, I mean if."

"If Yuan Xi was my little husband, I wouldn't despise him, and treat him the same as now."

Yuan Xi didn't expect Yan Heyi to say this, and he was quite flattered, and asked tentatively, "Is it true?"

Yan Heyi nodded: "Yes."

In fact, what Yuan Xi really wants to ask is, can I really be your little husband?

Of course, if he could ask such a question, he might have become Yan Heyi's husband long ago, and Yan Heyi wouldn't have to worry so much.

The three of them were embarrassed for a moment, Yan Heyi straightened his collar, and said solemnly: "Ziyu, no one has to know how to do a job, everyone has strengths, and naturally there are also weaknesses."

"It's like Yuan Xi, although he can't work, but he...he is very cute, he can...sometimes take the initiative to wash the dishes, and always pick flowers for me, and...he is also very caring, wrapped in gauze Very good, very good at tying bows..."

The more Yan Heyi said, the less confident she was. The strengths he thought of in Yuan Xi didn't seem to be any strengths, and it was obviously not convincing enough here.

Yuan Xi enjoyed hearing it very much, and unconsciously straightened his back, feeling that he was really very useful.

Zhou Ziyu inevitably got some goosebumps, and thought to himself: "Mr. Yan is obviously talking about love openly."

Yan Heyi paused, adjusted her thoughts, and continued: "Actually, even if Yuan Xi becomes bad-tempered, does nothing all day long, is not caring, and is not cute, people who like him will still like him. "

"Sometimes, what you do well or not will not affect other people's minds."

"If you think that person doesn't care about you that much, it's not because you didn't do well, and there's no other reason, it's because his mind has changed."

"Some people will always find all kinds of excuses to forgive themselves, but some people will get used to taking all the faults on themselves, which is not good."

"Ziyu, don't be too harsh on yourself, and it's best not to wrong yourself for someone."

"Life is very long, full of ups and downs, joys, sorrows, sorrows, and joys. You have to think about what to eat, what to wear, and what work you haven't done."

"These are enough to keep people busy, so why bother?"

Yuan Xi was listening, and felt that Yan Heyi's words were very reasonable.

However, his thoughts turned a corner and seemed to be a little off:

Since my brother doesn't mind that I don't know anything, can I just be lazy in the future?

Sleep until the sun is three poles every day, open your mouth when you eat, and stretch out your hands when you come to clothes.

If you want to buy something, you just need to play tricks and frown.

That being said, what does it matter if you are my brother's husband or not?

He thought happily, his eyes were shining brightly, and he looked at Yan Heyi.

Seeing Yuan Xi looking at her with such adoring eyes, Yan Heyi felt extremely beautiful in her heart.

Seeing that Zhou Ziyu didn't speak, Yan Heyi didn't try to persuade him any more, and went to the kitchen with the remaining black rice.

Wrap ground peanuts in black rice, knead them into small balls, throw them into a flat plate filled with soy flour and roll them around. It is fragrant and sweet, making people salivate.

People in Ping'an Village always say that eating something sweet can make you feel better. Yan Heyi couldn't help but add another sentence: Watching people munching on something you made can also make you feel better.

Both of them ate until their cheeks bulged, and Yan Heyi held her chin and squinted at the two of them...Looking at Yuanxi, I felt warm in my heart.

Zhou Ziyu didn't seem so sad after eating two stuffed black rice balls with his head buried.

Suddenly, he raised his head, wiped the soybean powder from the corner of his mouth, and said firmly, "I want to divorce!"

Yuan Xi was stuffing black rice balls into his mouth, and he couldn't help nodding his head when he heard this, almost wanting to applaud him.

After making such a decision, Zhou Ziyu seemed to have let go of a big rock in his heart, and he was no longer as preoccupied as before, and gradually had a smile on his face.

After eating Yan Heyi's cooking for so long, Yuan Xi seemed to have gotten used to it, so he didn't feel that it was so special. Subconsciously, he thought that everyone was the same as him, and someone would cook hot meals for three meals.

At this moment, he felt that he owed Yan Heyi a "thank you".

Some things, after you have been doing them for a long time, others will not care so much. If one day, you stop doing this, then people will think that you are not as good as before.

In fact, no one has to do anything for you.

Yuan Xi raised his head to look at Yan Heyi, and found that the man was also holding his chin on the opposite side, staring at him blankly.

He gently put a black rice dumpling that hadn't been put into his mouth on the plate in front of Yan Heyi, and smiled crookedly at him.

If Yan Heyi knew that Yuan Xi thought so, she would definitely say, "Yuan Xi, I am willing."

-

After eating black rice, it's summer.

The plantains on the side of the road are green, and the leaves grow wildly, wide and big. One leaf can be used as a strong fan, and it can also be used in emergency when it rains.

Of course, some people have used it to pave the way.

The plantain leaves belonged to Zhao Jingpu, and the road was walked by Zhou Ziyu.

This was many years ago.

Now, one is no longer a willful and arrogant little doll, and one seems to have no position to do these things for others.

On the bedside of Zhou Ziyu's room, there was a round wooden doll. The person who made this doll was scratched twice with a carving knife, and not a single drop of blood stuck to it.

On this day, the weather was neither cold nor hot, so Zhao Jing decided to beat Feng Wanlong.