Let's live with the farmer [Traveling]

Only these two points, the result is already obvious.Brother Zhou Yun had to admit that Xue Ming was more suitable for Song Pingan than himself, but that didn't mean he would give up just yet.

Pressing the index finger on the slightly swollen cheek, Xue Ming raised his eyebrows, proudly as if he had done something very intimate with him.

Before the party reached its climax, Mrs. Xue brought Xue Youcai and rushed over from the mountain aggressively. She raised the walking stick in her hand and hit Song Wenge on the head who was smiling and flamboyant.

This action of his made the surrounding men stand up angrily, picked up the guys on the ground, and reasoned: "Old lady Xue, what do you mean? The big guys are having fun, and you hit people when you come up. Don't blame the big guys, you are merciless."

The old lady Xue is used to being cruel, and she doesn't feel that she is wronged when she hits someone. With her hands on her hips, she scolded Brother Song Wen, "You took 300 taels of silver from our Xue family, and you are still here to hook up with men. Look at me!" I won't beat you to death, you bastard."

His words broke the hearts of the men around him. They never thought that this beautiful and beautiful brother would follow a cripple.

Even the man who was just in his early years looked at Brother Song Wen who was covering his head and weeping in disbelief.

Brother Song Wen didn't expect that Mrs. Xue would also come to this Qixi Festival party, so he secretly glanced at Song Shengwang who was sitting opposite.

The food in his mouth will never be as delicious as that in other people's bowls. Song Shengwang is not a dedicated person. When he saw Brother Zhou Yun today, he was full of calculations about how to get him. Seeing him sitting with Song Ping An Talking and laughing happily together, how could they care about Brother Song Wen.

Song Sheng looked back at him with a look of "you can solve it yourself", and then he lusted after Brother Zhou Yun in his heart.

Brother Song Wen opened his mouth and wept into tears. He raised his sleeve and wiped the tears from his cheeks: "Auntie, didn't you say that I'm not worth the 300 taels, and you still want to bargain with my elder brother?"

Seeing the tears falling down his face, the man beside him was so distressed that he couldn't breathe, and he ran down his back comfortingly, "The gift money hasn't been sent yet, so you have the nerve to say that Brother Wen is already married?" When you go to Xue's house, you don't even look at your crippled eldest son."

Xue Youcai's scars from the last beating hadn't faded, his face was covered with scabs, and he carefully searched for Xue Ming's shadow in the crowd.

Xue Ming has always been not very interested in their kind of bullying, and all eyes are on Song Ping'an.

Song Ping'an didn't have much intention to attend the good Qixi Festival party, but now he just wanted to leave early.

But Brother Zhou Yun was still sitting beside him, and he didn't intend to leave. He was too embarrassed to say go directly, so he simply raised his head and looked at the star that Xue Ming pointed to just now.

Xue Ming turned his head and whispered in his ear: "If you are bored, let's go first, and I will take you to a good place."

The cool wind blew over, which made him wake up a lot, but it didn't mean that he could figure it out now and sort out this complicated relationship, and said: "You have to go by yourself, I won't go."

The scolding between old lady Xue and brother Song Wen continued, Xue Ming stood up, stretched out his hand in front of him, and said, "In this case, then give me my lantern, and I will go alone."

The lantern was at Song Ping'an's feet. He could have kicked it at this time, but he didn't want to do that, so he slapped off the hand in front of him: "Why should I give you my lantern?"

"This is mine." Xue Ming looked at his slightly red hand, his fingertips were a little numb, and he was really happy in his heart. This wood finally got the hang of it and knew that he cared about him.

The hand that appeared in front of him again, half of the palm was red, Song Pingan knew that he was strong, but he didn't expect it to be so strong, and felt a little guilty in his heart, but it didn't mean that he was going to hand the lantern to Xue Ming.

"Which of your eyes sees that this is your lantern, this is what I brought here."

Xue Ming smiled, with some helplessness: "Your name is on it, I wrote it."

Song Ping'an froze, snorted, and said a little proudly: "My name is naturally written on my lamp."

"Oh." Xue Ming suddenly realized, "Then you mean that you wrote the 'Love Xue Ming' behind this?"

"What?" Song Ping'an stared down, and kicked the lantern lightly with his toes. Sure enough, although he didn't know a few characters written inside the lantern, he should know his own name and count them one by one. Isn't it "Song Ping'an loves Xue Ming"?

"Fuck!" Song Ping'an almost jumped up and pointed at his nose, "Did you fucking do it on purpose? There was no writing on it when I took it."

The last sentence he said was really a misunderstanding. Xue Ming wrote on the lanterns he bought from Zhang Shuwen when he went to town a few days ago. The other one that was thrown away read "Xue Ming loves Song Ping'an".

Song Pingan had no intention of going on a blind date at all, he was upset as soon as he got the lantern, he would not read the words on it, and threw the lantern away as soon as he got there.

This meeting directly made a big joke, but he regretted it to death.All that was left was to tear off Xue Ming's triumphant face.

Seeing him blushing, Xue Ming went up to pick up the lantern, deliberately pointed to the words on it and said, "I wrote it myself!"

"Fart!" Although no one around him noticed anything, Song Pingan couldn't help but defend himself, "When did you fucking know how to write!"

Xue Ming really wanted to go up and rub his hair, but then he thought about it, it would be a month or so later, if he beat him again, his face would be unreadable, and his memory would be flawed.

"I really don't know how to write, but I can learn it. If you want to write, I can teach you. I'll go up..."

Before he finished speaking, Song Pingan snatched the lantern and said arrogantly: "This is my lantern, and it was taken by you little man to write."

Xue Ming laughed out loud. It seems that he is cute and smart. Now that he admits that he can write, he can say that he picked up the lantern and wrote on it.

Brother Zhou Yun, who was standing aside, watched the lantern being snatched from their hands, and he could guess who it belonged to with just a little brainstorming.

Since Song Ping'an hated Xue Ming and beat him, why did he go to grab the lantern instead of returning the treasure.

There is only one answer, he likes Xue Ming, but he just refuses to admit it.

It seems that I am late.All the self-confidence before coming here has disappeared at this moment, and the heart of the man I have liked for more than ten years is already in someone else's place.

He tried his best to smile, even though the smile was a bit bitter, he didn't want to lose too badly, so he handed out the lantern in his hand: "Brother Pingan, I have a lantern here, do you want it?"

Xue Ming dragged the lantern with his hand, looked at his flushed cheeks reflected by the lantern, and a smirk appeared on his face: "Brother Yun's lantern is much better than mine, don't you want it?"

Lantern!Lantern!Fuck your fucking lanterns!

Song Pingan yelled at him: "I don't want it, I want my own lantern!"

"Oh, okay!" Xue Ming nodded with his lips pursed, and then pretended to be uncomfortable, "Since you like it, then you can put it away."

The lantern slipped from his palm, shaking.

When she gets older, she likes to join in the fun. Mother Song here is happily watching the old lady Xue who bullied her quarrel with a group of reckless men. She takes a moment to glance at her son's progress, and immediately finds out that something is wrong. She was stopped by Zhou's mother before she lifted her foot.

Mother Zhou had another explanation for this scene, mistakenly thinking that Xue Ming and Song Pingan were competing with Xue Ming to give the lantern to his son, and his son was "difficult" and didn't know who to give the lantern to. .

She was biased towards Xue Ming in her heart, and Xue Ming followed her wishes to develop the plot.

Once you've got the hang of it, it's time to add fire, Xue Ming turned his head to look at the lantern being carried by Brother Zhou Yun.

Brother Zhou Yun is a brother, he has a daughter's tenderness in his heart, the appearance of the lantern he is carrying is much more beautiful by Zhang Shuwen, and there are some paper-cuts and one or two flowers he made on it.

Compared with Xue Ming's, this one is much better-looking. Brother Zhou Yun couldn't help but feel a little disappointed when he was rejected by Song Pingan. The lantern became his pain, and Xue Ming's gaze at this time made his heart tingle even more.

Sure enough, Xue Ming walked across from Song Ping'an to his side in two steps. The two happened to be side by side, and they couldn't see each other's faces.

Xue Ming's finger landed on Brother Zhou Yun's weighing pole, and his brows and eyes were full of anger: "It happens that he doesn't want it, can you give it to me?"

"Ah?" When his finger came down, Brother Zhou Yun thought that he was going to snatch his own lantern, and then throw it away or trample on it.He didn't expect that he wanted his own hanging lamp, he was stunned for a while, and then saw the side face looking at Song Ping'an with his head tilted, and he was convinced that he was angry with Song Ping'an.

Song Pingan held the lantern, his fingers trembling, and the weighing pole was shortened after two strokes. He held the broken piece in his hand, and there were little bits and pieces of sadness in his eyes.

There was still some sadness, which Xue Ming could see, he pressed his fingers down again, and although he turned his head to look at Brother Zhou Yun, his eyes were empty, without any sincerity.

"Your lantern is exquisite and gorgeous. The lantern is like a person. It is more beautiful than you. I wonder if I have the blessing to get this lantern and light it with you?"

Song Ping'an looked down at Suran's red light, gritted his teeth for a moment, and then suddenly...