Fresh wife is amazing

Chapter 463 Red crispy hands, yellow wine, full of spring palace wall willows

Get out of the quilt, just got out of bed and took two steps, Shisan quickly turned around again, lifted the quilt, and pulled out the little trousers that were held down by Yang Fan from under Yang Fan's body.

Yang Fan lifted his body, but he didn't notice that he was holding Shisan's trousers.

It turned out that this girl not only didn't take a shower after she came back, she didn't even put on her trousers, she only put on a nightdress.

Yang Fan's eyes fell on Shisan's silky nightdress.

Thirteen's face became even more ruddy, and he left in a hurry.

Yang Fan lay back down again.

There were several lights in the room. He turned off the big lights and only turned on the small light by the bedside for simple lighting.

This kind of small light is just for people to walk around the room without tripping.

When making out, if you want to see each other clearly, it is not enough.

After adjusting the temperature of the air conditioner, Yang Fan stuffed Guoguo's exposed little hands into the quilt.

In the living room, the wax gourd raised its "ears".

It's not that it wants to listen to the voice of the thirteenth sister, but that it does its duty and is on standby 24 hours a day, waiting for the call.

It doesn't have the vulgar taste of human beings, trying to spy on other people's privacy.

Sister Thirteen's scratchy voice wouldn't make Donggua feel that it was different from her usual voice.

It's fair and treats everyone equally.

In Aunt Thirteen's room.

"Red crisp hands, yellow vine wine, two orioles singing green willows. Outside the long pavilion, beside the ancient road, a group of egrets climbed into the blue sky." When Shisan came back from the shower and lay back on the bed, Yang Fan held her with one hand to play with.

Although both of them were a little tired after the exercise, the warming up of their relationship made them reluctant to sleep now.

"Why do you feel that your poem is a bit wrong?" Shisan, who was hiding in Yang Fan's arms, raised his head, but when he saw him looking down at himself, he quickly lowered his head again, his eyes dodging.

She was still embarrassed by her previous "gaffe".

"The meaning of the original text is not good, so I changed it temporarily." Yang Fan held the catkin, which was very delicate, slippery and very soft.

"What's the original text?" Aunt Thirteen's other hand was not idle, she was unconsciously playing with the flesh on Yang Fan's body.

Yang Fan was shirtless and shirtless.

"Red crispy hands, yellow wine, and willows on the palace walls full of spring..." Yang Fan told Shisan the original text.

Thirteen after he recovered from his illness, his memory is jaw-dropping.

After listening to it only once, she memorized the song "The Hairpin Phoenix·Red Crisp Hand".

"... The east wind is evil, and the love is weak. I am sad, and I have been away for a few years. Wrong, wrong, wrong. Spring is the same as before, people are empty and thin, tears are red and silky. Peach blossoms fall, Xianchi Pavilion. Although the mountain alliance Here, brocade books are difficult to entrust. Mo, Mo, Mo!" She repeated word by word.

After repeating, she agreed with what Yang Fan said before, the original text was really out of date.

It should be the feeling in his heart when he was sitting on the balcony.

At that time, the mood of the two of them was completely opposite to what it is now.

"Now I believe even more, Twelve is a godlike girl." Yang Fan marveled, Thirteen's memory is so strong, and Twelve, who is better than her learning ability, is unimaginable to what extent it is terrifying.

Just looking at the smart elves compiled by Donggua, you can see how talented she is.

"What about me?" Thirteen asked, she wasn't jealous of Twelve.

Twelve is indeed very strong. When others study a scientific research project, one study will last a lifetime.

And she not only participated in several, the time is far less than other people's lifetime.

"You are a girl like water." Yang Fan said.

"Ah—" Thirteen immediately retracted his head into the quilt to hide, and a muffled voice came: "Don't say any more, I'm so ashamed."

As she spoke, she was still pinching the flesh on Yang Fan's thigh under the quilt.

Yang Fan lifted the quilt, Shisan snatched it back immediately, and covered himself under the quilt again.

Yang Fan carried her out of the quilt and said, "Don't think so..."

After Yang Fan's explanation and enlightenment, Thirteen was dubious: "Really?"

"Yes, you can easily achieve the highlight moment that other women can't get in their lifetime. You should feel lucky and proud. Why do you feel ashamed?" Yang Fan said.

Thirteenth Aunt blushed: "I just feel ashamed."

"You don't like this highlight moment?" Yang Fan asked.

Hearing this, Aunt Thirteen buried her face in Yang Fan's arms again and did not speak.

"Do you like it?" Yang Fan asked.

After a while, Aunt Thirteen nodded and whispered, "I like it!"

How can you not like it?
After finishing speaking, she lifted up the quilt again and covered her head, very shy.

"That's good." Yang Fan said, "I've devoted myself and thought to myself, and what I'm trying to pursue is not just wishing you happiness and bright spots in your daily life?"

Aunt Thirteen lightly punched Yang Fan's chest twice, and asked shyly, "Do you like... me like that?"

"Of course, I have always been afraid that I would not be able to give you happiness. Your response is very important to me." Yang Fan said.

Only then did Aunt Thirteen feel relieved.

As long as he likes it.

Afraid that he would make fun of her.

In fact, how could Yang Fan make fun of Shisan, it was too late to be happy.

Between lovers, language communication is very important.

So, after some enlightenment and communication, Aunt Thirteen's worries gradually disappeared and her knots were opened.

"Outside the long pavilion, beside the ancient road, where is a group of egrets going up to the blue sky?" While talking, Aunt Thirteen brought the topic back: "There is no such passage in "Red Crisp Hands."

"Oh, the original sentence is 'Outside the long pavilion, by the side of the ancient road, the green grass and the sky are green', not in "Red Crisp Hands." Yang Fan explained.

"Are there any more?" Thirteenth Aunt asked.

"The sound of the willow flute is blown by the evening wind, and the mountains are beyond the sunset. At the end of the sky, at the corner of the earth, half of the best friends are scattered..." Yang Fan added the complete "Farewell".

This is a poem written by Li Shutong, also known as Master Hongyi.

Li Shutong can be called a great talent in the world, rich, famous, and especially popular with women.

He has two wives.

But at the age of 39, to everyone's surprise, he became a monk.

In the spring of that year, a Japanese woman named Chengzi searched all over the temples in Hangzhou, and finally found her husband in a temple called "Hupao".

At this time, her beloved husband had already been ordained and became a monk. He was dressed in gray-brown monk robes, his expression was calm and indifferent, and he had completely lost the glory of the past.

She immediately burst into tears.

"Shutong!"

"Please call me Hongyi."

"Master Hongyi, please tell me what is love?"

"Love is mercy."

"Be merciful to the world, why hurt me alone?"

This is the last conversation between Master Hongyi and his Japanese wife.

Facing his wife's questioning, he did not answer, and any expression might give her a hopeful misunderstanding.

He turned around silently, and left in a flat boat.

That is the most beautiful season in Hangzhou.

The sky is blue and dark, the water is rippling, the smoke is dark and the rain is thick, the water and the sky are the same color.

The emaciated background gradually faded away, and the weeping of eternal fare continued.

The two people who once loved each other finally stood in two different worlds.

"Life is short for dozens of years, and the deadline is always coming. Now it is just advancing it. We will part sooner or later. I hope you can see through it." This is a letter written by Li Shutong to Chengzi.

In the fourth year of his monkhood, in the first lunar month, before the firecrackers of the New Year stopped, his first wife, Yu Shi, passed away at the age of 45.

This is not too old a age, most of her life was spent in long waiting, that winter didn't seem to be any colder than usual, but she couldn't make it through.

The Yu family went to the ground in desolation, and lived alone in the vacant house for the rest of her life. After death, she will still live in a cave alone.

No one in the world could understand why Li Shutong, a well-known figure in the literary world, insisted on becoming a monk.

"To study Buddhism, you don't have to become a monk." His close friend Xia Mianzun persuaded him.

"It's the same for practicing at home." Another friend also advised him in the same way.

A female reader, even after he was ordained, went to the monastery to look for him every day, begging him to return to lay life.

But Li Shutong was very firm.

For the next 26 years, he gradually cut off all contact with the secular world. When he died, he ate only one meal a day. Except for a few clothes and quilts and an umbrella, he gave up everything in the secular world.

However, Master Hongyi, who is well-known all over the country, did not really let go of the world until his death.

Before he died, he wrote four words: Mixed sorrow and joy.

Later generations will sigh endlessly, if you really let go, why would you be sad, why would you be happy?

Perhaps, what he is sad about is that he has let down his wretched wife who has been waiting for him to go home until his death, and the Japanese wife who has traveled far and wide and followed him back to China without hesitation, but he abandoned him.

Rejoicing, probably life can finally enter a new cycle.

The love talk between lovers is mostly nonsense, but even if it is nonsense, lovers are happy.

So when Yang Fan told Li Shutong's story, Aunt Thirteen listened to her and was as happy as eating candy.

The only reason she was happy was because the storyteller was Yang Fan.

As for the characters in the story, she didn't like it.

"I can't understand Li Shutong's choice." This is Aunt Thirteen's impression after hearing it.

Yang Fan nodded: "Me too, so I can't achieve Li Shutong's achievement."

Aunt Thirteen suddenly fell silent, thinking quietly. After a while, she said nervously, "Xiaofan, are you telling the story of your future?"

Li Shutong has two talented wives, isn't it very similar to Yang Fan's situation now?
Yang Fan shook his head: "No, I don't have Li Shutong's ability, and I can't see through it."

Thirteenth Aunt worried: "You can't see through it now, but in the future..."

She wants to say, it's not like I don't understand anything, if men play with women too much, they will get bored and won't be as enthusiastic and enthusiastic as they were at the beginning.

Don't look at how rare you are now, after a long time, you will no longer be rare.

At that time, it may not be seen through.

"Don't think in a bad direction. My future mood and any decisions are not entirely under my control, but related to my experience and the influence of people around me." Yang Fan said.

Aunt Thirteen nodded, and she would try her best to make it impossible for him to see through.

Liu family.

The little girl was asleep, and so was the husband.

Only Mama Liu was sitting by the bar on the first floor, drinking red wine alone.

The eldest daughter hasn't slept yet, due to professional reasons.

Mama Liu is talking on the phone with her eldest daughter right now.

"Yueyue, how are you getting along with your boyfriend?" While chatting, Mother Liu asked her eldest daughter.

Liu Yueyue is a little reluctant to talk about her boyfriend with her mother, because this relationship is a bit weird.

But mother opened the mouth, and she couldn't keep talking, so she had to perfunctory: "I'm still here."

"No progress?" Mama Liu asked boldly, "Have you used the box I gave you?"

Liu Yueyue blushed: "Mom, can you stop caring about such things?"

Mother Liu snorted coldly: "I don't care who cares? Mom told you frankly that she doesn't object to you doing this kind of thing before marriage, but before marriage, you have to protect yourself. Did you hear me?"

"I know, I'm not a child." Liu Yueyue said angrily.

Liu Ma said earnestly: "Mom is someone who has been there before, and she knows very well that girls in love are easily deceived by men's sweet words. When things like that happen, they always lose their minds and let the other party manipulate them. You have to keep one eye open and be vigilant." Okay. Don't be like mom back then, only to find out your dad was playing tricks when it was over. I was lucky at the time, and I didn't expect to have you, so I had to agree to marry your dad in a hurry..."

Liu Yueyue was shy and embarrassed at the same time, it became more and more natural for her mother to say this kind of thing.

"Mom, I want to sleep." After listening for a while, Liu Yueyue finally couldn't help but want to interrupt the call.

Liu Ma sighed, but stopped talking.

What she is most worried about now is her little daughter.

The relationship and marriage of the youngest daughter are indeed as the fortune teller said, it is too rough and difficult.

Until now, the youngest daughter doesn't know that her boyfriend has been having an affair with Thirteenth Aunt long ago.

After hanging up the phone with her eldest daughter, Mama Liu fell into loneliness.

No matter how hard she defended, no matter how hard she tried, she never expected that Wenchu ​​brought about her little daughter's calamity.

Destiny.

Mama Liu sneered.

As long as Wenchu ​​doesn't let go, the Wen family will definitely support him with all his strength.

As for the Liu family, it is considered to be only a collateral branch of the Wen family.

How does the collateral line compete with the direct line?

"If you can't fight, why don't you fight?" Mama Liu's temper was the same as Mama Wen's, not very good, a stern light flashed in her eyes.

The next moment, the wine glass fell to the ground, making a mess.

The sweeping robot moved upon hearing the sound, rolled over and recovered all the shards of wine glasses on the ground.

The wine on the floor was also sucked clean by it.

"Yueyue has a boyfriend, it's a headache." Mama Liu thought about all kinds of conspiracies, and even thought of using her eldest daughter as a bargaining chip.

Unfortunately, the eldest daughter has a boyfriend.

In memory, the eldest daughter has a very good impression of Yang Fan.

The two sisters have been inseparable since childhood, and they have the same hobbies and values.

I remember that when the two sisters were very young, they said they liked the same boy in the class.

Of course, when the former Liu Ma heard this, she had the right to take it as a joke and not worry about it.

Now, she actually had such an idea that she hoped that both sisters would fall in love with Yang Fan.

Two to one.

Liu Ma did not believe that Yang Fan would not know that one plus one is greater than thirteen.

the next day.

Yang Fan got up as usual and made breakfast for the mother and daughter.

After finishing, he returned to Thirteenth Aunt's room.

Aunt Thirteen still slept soundly.

In order to let her sleep for an extra minute or two, Yang Fan first yelled at Guoguo who was full of sleep.

"Dad, wait a minute, I haven't finished eating the ice cream yet, call me up after I finish eating."

After opening his eyes, Yang Fan was stunned by the little girl's words.

Dreaming about eating ice cream?

Yang Fan, who loves the girl and is crazy, agreed to the little girl's request.

After waiting for a while, he shook Guoguo awake again: "Honey, are you finished eating?"

"Ice cream..." Guoguo woke up again, with disbelief and pain on his face: "It's gone!"

(End of this chapter)