She turned bad

Chapter 204 Hello Chen Ming
"Let me tell you, I found someone who matches your brother very well." Tang Yiling said, Zhang Miao, who was driving in the front driver's seat, glanced at the rearview mirror, what?Yan Chengmo's brother?
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Oh, no wonder Miss Tang went to the art village so many times. It turned out that she was looking for Yan Chengmo's brother!Ms. Tang meowed Zhang Miao's eyes, and she immediately dodged to the direction in front of the windshield and continued to drive.

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Yan Chengmo's blood spurted from excitement, but he soon cooled down, and he looked calmly at the front of the car.

Silence in the car...
He broke the silence: "What is the basis?"

"I sensed it from the pipe. It took me many times before I saw his face, and it was very blurry." Tang Yiling spoke in a softer voice, feeling very emboldened, after all, she was just intuition.

"Didn't you say you don't have any pipes?" Yan Chengmo's eyes fixed on her face.

"I...I lied to you." After she finished speaking, she took out the delicate pipe from her bosom, and it was already shiny by her touch. Yan Chengmo stared at the pipe she handed over to her. pipe.

"It was probably made by your brother." She said, and then watched him take the pipe, her eyes were still moist, and Yan Chengmo's eyes were also moist.

Tang Yiling immediately added: "Maybe."

She nodded cautiously: "I don't want to hide it, but I'm not sure yet. I just want you to prepare in advance."

Yan Chengmo squeezed the pipe tightly in his hand, looked at Tang Yiling, said those two words in a low voice with deep emotion: "Thank you."

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The three of them came to the art village. Last time Zhang Miao followed Chen Xuehei to the art village.

This time I arrived at the Art Village during the day. Zhang Miao was naturally familiar with the trails in the village, so he parked the car directly on the side of the roadside of Chen Xue’s family’s house, and went to say hello to Chen Xue’s family. After all, everyone in this village Speaking in tongues, it is impossible to communicate actions without a native interpreter.

"Hello, Auntie." Tang Yiling came over and said, she knew this was Chen Xue's mother, so Auntie responded immediately.

After describing for a long time, Zhang Miao and Tang Yiling took turns describing the person they were looking for to the aunt, but the aunt didn't seem to understand very well, so she smiled and nodded: "I'll take you to see it."

As he said that, Yan Chengmo followed Tang Yiling, Zhang Miao followed behind, and the first one was the auntie. The villagers were doing handicrafts. When they saw strangers coming, they would look up and say something with a smile, probably to say hello. Well, Tang Yiling doesn't care about these things, her eyes are staring at every craftsman carefully.

"By the way, there is a young man who can speak Mandarin in our village." As the aunt said, she smiled and led Tang Yiling forward. Before the aunt introduced her, Tang Yiling saw the young man she was talking about.

Because that young man is the man Tang Yiling met on a street in the art village, he is very similar, and it should be almost him.

Because this village is full of old people and children doing handicrafts, the young man naturally noticed it at a glance.

"Chen Ming..." the auntie shouted at the young man. Chen Ming was also sitting on the low wooden bench at the door, wearing an apron and doing handwork, but with earphones on his ears. He took off the earphones before he looked up at the strangers in the village.

"Chen Ming, they are looking for young people in the village. You are also a young man. You come to communicate with them. I went to cut grass and feed pigs." Aunt Chen left after saying that.

Most of the villagers rely on handwork, but some animals are slaughtered for the festivals, so there are still some pigs, dogs, cattle and sheep at home, which is convenient for slaughtering and worshiping during the festivals.

Unless, for young people like Chen Ming, the yard would be quieter without adults at home. After all, young people don't know how to raise animals.

"Hello." Hearing the greeting from the man-in-law, Chen Ming had to put down the wood and knife in his hands and stood up.

The long-faced Chen Ming has a thin face, but with a straight nose and medium-length hair, he looks quite artistic and handsome overall.

Chen Ming patted the wooden chip on the apron, looking at the three strangers in front of him, he was a little at a loss, but his eyes still stayed on Tang Yiling for a while, because he picked up the bag in the art village Yes, but he doesn't remember, he only knows that this bag looks familiar.

No one noticed Yan Chengmo's wet eyes, he knew very well that his brother also had a long face, obviously similar to Chen Ming, but... also a little strange.

The man in front of him looked so strange to him, he frowned for a while, his eyes stayed on Chen Ming's rough hand, he remembered that his brother had a scar on his left index finger, but at this moment he couldn't say anything, because it was very likely No, it would be stupid to show that he misses his brother. His rationality suppressed the surge of blood, and his cold eyes witnessed all the exchanges between Tang Yiling and Chen Ming.

Zhang Miao retreated far away, guarding Tang Yiling behind her, and looked around. This street is nothing more than a passage between two rows of low tile-roofed houses facing each other. Almost every household has old people sitting at the door, wearing old blue aprons, walking in the street. There are wooden handicrafts here, some old people are embroidering, and some women are knitting sweaters and hooking shoes...
It’s really an art village, even the apron has an ancient atmosphere, secretly the blue apron fabric of the old era, Zhang Miao is afraid that only elementary school has seen it in his village, and now he can’t see this kind of fabric Now, the apron of this blue cloth is even more invisible.

"My name is Tang Yiling, hello." Tang Yiling introduced, silently saying the other party's name, Chen Ming.

"..." Chen Ming didn't seem to know what they were doing here, he thought it was just to visit the art village, and occasionally people would come to visit from the village, because he was the only one who could speak Mandarin fluently, so many times he came again Shy, too lazy to talk, but because of being a member of the art village, he had to be a "tour guide."

"What do you want to see, I'll take you to see it." Chen Ming said as he walked down the steps, stood in front of Tang Yiling and said.

When Tang Yiling stared at Chen Ming, her eyes couldn't help getting wet, her palms were trembling and she searched for the pipe in her jacket, only then did she realize that the pipe was not in the jacket, why it disappeared...

Then Yan Chengmo beside him handed it to her, and she remembered that she gave it to Yan Chengmo in the car just now.

She even forgot that Yan Chengmo was behind her. She pursed her lips tightly, took out the delicate pipe, and handed it to Chen Ming with both hands: "Chen Ming, can you see if it's your handwork?"

what?
Chen Ming looked back at the pipe on her slender white hands...
Yan Chengmo noticed Chen Ming's eyes, looking directly at Ling'er's eyes, which made him feel a little uncomfortable, but he thought that it might be related by blood, so he felt that it was the discomfort before the recognition of blood.

He is the founder of the Qingshan City Family Finding Baby Club. He has seen too many kinds of discomfort and mutual exclusion before the relatives recognize each other. After that, there is a burst of emotion, a burst of blood fusion, and become a recognized relative.

(End of this chapter)