The Pioneer of the Rebirth Era

　　 In the evening, Yang Dongxu drank a little rice wine again. There was no way to always think of messy pictures in his mind. In the previous film, the plump body of the goddess always dangled in his mind, making him very crazy.

　　 Therefore, drinking some rice wine makes me sleepy and sleepy. Before rebirth, Yang Dongxu didn't like drinking too much. At most, he had a beer in summer. At the end of the year, his relatives had to deal with a few glasses, so the amount of wine was very shallow.

　　He said that at this time he was only an eight-year-old child, so after a few glasses of rice wine, he lay on a bamboo board bed that had been smoked by wormwood without mosquitoes and soon fell asleep.

　　 There seemed to be a person smelling fragrant beside him, so he subconsciously hugged and seemed to grab a group of things that made him very comfortable, adjust the posture and continue to sleep sweetly.

　　 After taking a shower, my hair still stayed behind my head. I was afraid that my hair would be messed up tomorrow and I would wash my hair. Anyway, the height of the tray will not affect the sleeping Zhou Ya. I just felt that Yang Dongxu had come over.

　　 Even more embarrassing to her, Yang Dongxu's small hand was directly caught on her chest, and her face was hot immediately, and there was also a feeling of heat in the whole body.

　　 Turned his head slowly. Then the bright moonlight glanced at Yang Dongxu to see how sweet he was sleeping, and even a hint of saliva hung at the corner of his mouth, so Zhou Ya was relieved and moved his body quietly.

　　Yang Dongxu in his sleep just came together subconsciously, so it felt hot for a long time. After all, although it has entered the autumn at the end of September, the autumn tiger is still powerful. So when Zhou Ya left, Yang Dongxu took a few mouthfuls of mouths and didn't know what delicious food he had dreamed about and didn't join in.

　　 It was not the first time for two people to sleep on a bed. In the former large-scale yard, the house could not sleep at all in summer. Therefore, when cooling in the yard at night, the two people lay on a mat.

　　Sometimes in winter, Zhou Yiren will not come overtime. There is a rope under the small bed. There are holes in the hole and it is not insulated at all. She will also sleep with Yang Dongxu under a blanket.

　　 A 7-year-old little fart child, a 16-year-old girl with dysplasia like bean sprouts, in Zhou Yiren's view are all children, he does not care about the two sleeping together.

For example, there is only one large bamboo slab bed in the Siheyuan. When the old man Xuan didn’t move to the big Siheyuan before, like Zhou Yiren, a person spreading a mat on a cold stone slab was very comfortable. , Yang Dongxu and Zhou Ya lay on the bamboo bed.

This habit has been formed so no one cares, even if Zhou Ya is no longer the bean sprouts a year ago, ample food and a safe environment, and the busy work gives her hope for the future. Now that she has developed It's good.

　　 or the old man Xuan discovered that he didn’t even care about Tong Yang’s daughter-in-law and Yang Dongxu, and Zhou Yiren was still in the habit of forgetting and was too busy every day and didn’t care.

After all, when the child is not around, he suddenly feels a lot taller when he sees it. Zhou Ya dangles in front of him every day. Even if he grows a lot, his body can develop gradually. With the prototype of a big girl, he does not feel anything. Abrupt place.

　　 Pulled some crumpled clothes on his body, a pair of thin shorts on the lower body, and relaxed and short-sleeved upper body. Zhou Ya measured over Yang Dongxu, eyes constantly looking on his small face.

　　Looking at her, she can't help but stretch her finger, gently touch Yang Dongxu's eyebrows, touch his eyelashes, and then a smile appears on his face: "Eyelashes are long."

Yang Dongxu actually looks pretty good, not to mention that he is better than Pan An, but he has a little cheeky and fat face, and he is more confident and calm when he is in his forties. This makes his temperament look different from other children, plus the fairly good facial features, so the more you look, the more you look.

　　 "Growing up must be a bad embryo." It seemed to think of Yang Dongxu's small hand grasping her chest just now. Zhou Ya reached out and squeezed Yang Dongxu's fat and chubby face to show a spoiled look.

　　Although Yang Dongxu usually behaves like an adult, he is only an eight-year-old child after all. Zhou Ya, from a country child who is extremely insecure and alert to the outside world, has become a small owner who is now in charge of the entire Yang family banquet and does everything in an orderly manner.

　　All of this is related to Yang Dongxu's contact. It is this little fart boy who gave her confidence and hope for her survival in the period of her most panic and helplessness. So I don't know when, even though she and Zhou Yiren have restored their normal father-daughter relationship, she is still closer to Yang Dongxu.

After pinching Yang Dongxu’s small face, Zhou Ya seemed to be relieved, and rubbing in the pinched place again. Although he didn’t work hard, he was still afraid of pinching Yang Dongxu. He kissed Yang Dongxu’s forehead and Zhou Ya looked like this. Yang Dongxu slowly fell asleep.

　　 She didn't feel embarrassed that Yang Dongxu had just grabbed her chest, nor did she feel angry or angry, or there was nothing wrong with continuing to sleep with Yang Dongxu, everything seemed so natural and without any slighting.

The next morning I woke up and Yang Dongxu stretched a lazy waist and looked at Zhou Ya. Although I saw the white and slender thighs and the developed breasts, I didn’t seem to wear underwear and white flowers. Yang Dongxu didn’t have yesterday. Look at Jin Qiaoqiao's restlessness.

Everything seemed so natural. I jumped out of bed and washed first. I ran to the door and opened the door. Old man Xuan soon arrived. I did some stretching exercises, and then divided my breath into several beats. fist.

　　 Old man went to the kitchen to boil water, and then slipped the bath tub into the yard with one hand, and poured boiling water into it to start soaking herbs.

　　It has been more than an hour since the snake-shaped hit, and now the big joints of Yang Dongxu who are playing the snake-shaped are just sore and no longer painful, soaked in the medicine barrel to relax the whole body, instead of suffering again.

　　 When Yang Dongxu was taking medicine, Zhou Yiren got up and began to wash. He greeted the old man Xuan who was watching Yang Dongxu's tuna rhythm next to the medicine bucket. After washing, he played a set of five-bird play. This is the health boxing technique taught by old man Xuan.

After the medicine was over, Yang Dongxu just came out and put on his clothes. Zhou Ya also woke up and sweetly shouted Grandpa Xuan, so that the old man Xuan added a few wrinkles to the eyes, then washed it, and then put his hair down and returned to the house to change his clothes. .

At this time, the old man had brought the steamed buns in the pot when he was boiling water to the stone table. The fragrant millet porridge was served with crunchy radish pickles, and he ate a few big meat buns with rich gravy. Delicious breakfast is very happy.

Zhou Yiren went to work, Zhou Ya packed up the mess, old man Xuan was sitting where he didn’t move, a pot of tea had been brewed on the stone table next to him, he was holding a book that he didn’t know from Zhou Yiren’s room while reading, It's easy to sip a tea.

　　Zhou Ya packed all the dishes and chopsticks. If Wu Aibing didn’t come, she would send Yang Dongxu to school. After all, Zhou Yiren’s work direction was in the southeast, and Yang Dongxu went to school in the northwest.

　　 Riding a bicycle to Yang Dongxu to school, Zhou Ya will come back to clean the small courtyard inside and outside, and then go to Yang family feast to help, this is a hardworking girl.

When she cleaned the yard and was ready to drop the lock to Yang Family Banquet, Old Man Xuan also drank a pot of tea. If the book in her hand was interesting, she took it to Yang Family Banquet and continued to read it. She didn’t want to throw it into Zhou Yiren’s house. This other.

　　 At this time, Zhou Ya would clean up the teapot on the stone table. The two went to Yang Family Banquet together. She did all the preparations before lunchtime. If Old Man Yi would play chess with Old Man Xuan.

　　 If he had no time, the old man would walk around. If someone came to find him, he would leave and continue to help Yang Dongxu collect things. At the beginning of the day it looks plain, but everyone has a smile on his face, maybe this kind of plain is also called happiness.

　　Yang Dongxu, who finished his meal on Saturday morning, did not go to the Yang Family Banquet to see it. Instead, he took the public car and the old man to the big courtyard.

　　 At this time, the courtyard house can already live, and the old man Xuan lives here. In fact, the entrance to the basement is very secret, and no one needs to look at it. It's just that Old Man Xuan said that the house is unsustainable and easy to panic, so he moved from the small courtyard.

"Are you sure you are not being fooled?" Yang Dongxu looked at the cue in his hand and the stone ball on the table. Next to it was a face of "Maru Jing Shang Juan" written in traditional characters. Dumbfounded.

"Lao Tzu never looked at things. The cue and the stone ball are not easy to say. The patterns and markings on it are a bit wrong, but this picture is definitely authentic." Old Man Xuan snorted, apparently questioning Yang Dongxu's professional ability. .

　　 But this thing is too speechless? Because the thing Yang Dongxu holds is not something else, but a golf club. Yes, it is a golf club. He has never played it, but he has watched it on TV.

And that picture is called "Ming Xuanzong's Music Picture", which means that golf is not an elegant sport that he has imported from abroad in his impression, but that our ancestors started playing as early as the Ming Dynasty, which is too Ruined three views. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com

　　 "But this thing, this thing..." Yang Dongxu didn't know what to say for a while.

　　 The ancestors had already started to play golf. Not only did they play, but there were also game guides such as the "Maru Jing Shang Juan" scroll. Yang Dongxu became stuttered for a while.

"Hammer pill, use the stick to beat the stone ball, don't talk nonsense, question Laozi's eyesight." Old man Xuan glanced at Yang Dongxu with his chin on his goatee, and a pair of experts looked at Turtle's eyes, but Then he became confused again: "You have seen this thing, otherwise how do you know it is fake?"

　　I was confused by Yang Dongxu's question just now. Old Man Xuan only reacted at this time why Yang Dongxu said that this thing was fake. It stands to reason that Yang Dongxu, who has no knowledge of antique appreciation, should not know what this thing is.

　　 "I haven't seen it very much, I haven't seen it very much, even if I was a little surprised that the ancestors would play like this. What material is this club?" Yang Dongxu confused and dismissed the topic.

　　 He can't always say that he has seen golf, or see it on TV. Now this sport is not popular in the world, it is regarded as a high-pressure sport.

"The wood is simple, made of southern bamboo, and then reinforced with beef tendons and rubber. The material is not precious wood. After all, this thing needs to be picked up and beaten. Although the wood of Huanghua pear is hard enough, it is too heavy and inconvenient." Old man Xuan glanced at Yang Dongxu and didn't find anything wrong, so he didn't ask.

　　 "Oh." I heard that it is not precious wood Yang Dongxu was disappointed.

　　 But if this "Ming Xuanzong Xing Le Tu" is true, then it is also antique, and it is still very difficult to preserve the antiques of paintings and calligraphy, which is also very valuable, so he is happy again.

　　 Then Mr. Xuan took out some antiques to introduce to Yang Dongxu.