The wonderful life of Xu Damao, who is full of love in the courtyard

Chapter 317
Silly Zhu left.

But the gossip mentality of the people in the courtyard did not go out because of Sha Zhu's departure, on the contrary, it became more and more intense.

Silly Zhu is gone, there is still a stick in the courtyard, next to the stick there is the little widow with a persimmon face, the things between the silly and the little widow, the beasts in the courtyard don't want to know, they want to know the stick and the little widow now What happens among widows.

They are all old people in courtyard houses.

Who hasn't experienced the era when Silly Zhu licked Qin Huairu madly.

Even if I haven't recalled it before, now I have experienced a series of twists and turns, and I have gradually figured out the ins and outs of this incident.

No matter how the times change.

There will never be a shortage of widows and dog-licking stalks in courtyard houses.

First there was Qin Huairu, the blood-sucking idiot.

Later, there was a stick stem who was tricked by Persimmon Face.

People felt that things were a little weird, as if they had made a big circle, but in the end they returned to the damn origin.

The stick got the disease of silly licking widows.

People looked at the stick in surprise.

Bang Geng ignored those people who were looking at him, his attention was always on Persimmon Bread Face, and his concentration looked like the charm of silly Zhu staring at Qin Huairu back then.

No matter what.

No matter what.

My head is full of persimmon faces.

"What are you looking at? What's there to see?" Persimmon Bread squinted his eyes and cursed fiercely.

The stick stem is also the cheapest, obviously scolded by the persimmon face, but there is a smile on his face that seems to be praised by the persimmon face, the smile is called a happy one.

"Are you sick? Why are you laughing? My old lady was scolding you just now, and you still laughed when my old lady scolded you. You are such a fool. Stop laughing. My old lady panicked."

"Thank you." Stick said a thank you to Persimmon Face, and then bowed his head shyly. I don't know why, maybe it's the magic of love. When Stick faced Persimmon Face, he couldn't help showing A little bit of inferiority complex.

"Thank you for what?"

"Thank you for helping me just now." Banggen raised his head, said something calmly to the face of persimmon, and then lowered his head like a quail.

"I said you are a cripple, is there water in your brain? When did I help you? Is that you? Don't fucking talk nonsense. When I came in, that bastard named Shazhu stared at you for no reason. I glanced at me, I was venting my anger for myself, don't be sentimental, you cripple, I don't know you well, cripple."

The more ferocious the persimmon face scolded.

The more relieved and at ease the stick stem felt in his heart, the more he felt like a drowning man grabbing the last straw, not caring about anything, just wanting to hold on to this straw firmly, even though this Straw is poisonous, but there is no turning back.

Sticky looked at Persimmon's face with sincerity.

In Stickong's mind, the harder Persimmon Face is to him, the more it means that Persimmon Face looks down on Sticky and doesn't care about Sticky, and the more Sticky feels that he should do something for Persimmon Face.

In the past, Sha Zhu thought so of Qin Huairu, Qin Huairu was a name for a pillar, and the foolish Zhu mistakenly thought that Qin Huairu was different from those people in the courtyard who called him Sha Zhu, because he looked up to Sha Zhu, and Sha Zhu came from the bottom of his heart There was a sense of doing something for Qin Huairu in the face, so as to repay Qin Huairu's attention, and then tossed himself into an extinct household, and there was no place to stand in the courtyard.

The stick is possessed by Shazhu, or the stick and Shazhu are really a pair of people who have no blood relationship but are actually father and son in some respects.

Looking at the strange eyes of those people in the courtyard looking at Persimmon's face.

Like the silly Zhu back then, Banggen thought it was a sign of the people in the courtyard being cold-blooded and lacking in love. Banggen wanted to tell Persimmon Face with his own actions. If you don't help Persimmon Face, I will help you.

The stick has turned into a fool who is not a fool.

What happened to Sha Zhu back then fell on Bang Geng again.

This is fate.

Xu Damao, who was standing not far away, watched all this with trepidation.

Master.

This is Xu Damao's evaluation of Persimmon Face.

In the end.

The moves that Persimmon Face used at this time are similar to those used by Qin Huairu in the past.

The difference is that the face of persimmon is hard and that of Qinhuai is soft.

When Qin Huairu sucks the vampire Shazhu, she usually pretends to be a cute and pitiful weak woman, so that her helpless appearance can stimulate Shazhu's mentality of wanting to protect the weak to the greatest extent, and add a certain amount of good words and flattery , to achieve the goal of hanging Shazhu's appetite, and making Shazhu willingly pay for the Jia family.

Persimmon Face didn't adopt Qin Huairu's method of dealing with Sha Zhu, she ignored the routine of pretending to be pitiful and saying good things, and instead gave Bang Geng a tough show.

Using scolding and all kinds of unfriendly words and attitudes towards the stick to satisfy the stick's appetite, let the stick's heart become the cow of the persimmon-faced family, and after hard work, it is still an extinct end.

This is the reason why Xu Damao commented that Persimmon Bread Face is a master, and he firmly grasped the kind of mentality of the stick, which made the stick unable to stop.

It is also a strange thing.

Stick stems seem to have this poor disease.

The persimmon face's scolding words became more beastly, the stickier's mood became happier, and the feeling of being inseparable from persimmon face became more apparent.

develop to the end.

Persimmon Face scolded him for 15 minutes with all kinds of bad words, and he insisted on helping Persimmon Face because of his dog-licking disease. He said that he was grateful to Persimmon Face for his kindness to him just now, and he would help Persimmon Face no matter what. Clean up the house.

"I'll do rough work and heavy work." Sticky's words showed a flattering taste, and the expression on his face was also the begging expression that you asked me to do these things for you.

Everyone in the courtyard saw the shadow of Shazhu licking Qin Huairu in Banggen, and Qin Huairu's style in the past from Persimmon Breadface.

Persimmon face didn't give BangGiao a good look.

Standing in front of the stick with his hands on his hips, he looked up and down a few times at the stick, and opened his mouth again to speak impolitely.

"You do the rough and heavy work, why do I let you do my job? Who are you?" Persimmon Bread impatiently drove away the silly pillar, and the gesture of putting his hands on his hips also changed into a gesture of waving his hands to let the stick go away. Be patient, "Let's go, don't bother me."

"Let me help you, really, I really want to help you." BangGou seemed to have made up his mind, looked at the persimmon face, and then at the two children with persimmon face, "You still have children, you rest , you take care of the children, I will do things for you, and I promise to do it beautifully."

"Pretty?" Persimmon Face pushed the stick away and raised his voice, "Get out, I'm annoyed at you, a cripple who keeps dangling in front of my eyes, get out quickly, or I'll beat you up. "

Bang Geng smirked a little bit, he didn't become unhappy because of Persimmon Face's choking, on the contrary, he was excited because of being pushed by Persimmon Face, his hands were at a loss and there was no place to put them, drooping It's not true, and it's not good to put it in your trouser pocket, so you simply went to help Persimmon Bread clean up the house with a calm face.

Everyone in the courtyard who witnessed this scene.

There was a hopeless thought in their hearts.

The current situation of Banggen is exactly the same as the silly Zhu who helped Qin Huairu without complaint or regret.

Literally rushing to lick.

BangGeng hurriedly helped the persimmon face to clean up, and said flatteringly, "You take a break, I'll do it, I'll do the work, I can do it."

"What are you here? What are you here for? What does it have to do with you? Do I have anything to do with you? Why are you an outsider getting involved in our family affairs?"

"Aren't we neighbors?"

"Get out, don't get close to the fuck, I don't care."

"Hehehe."

"Are you out of your mind? Are you still laughing when I scold you? What is a cripple busy with? Lame, do you think I, a widow whose husband died, need your help?"

The stick was shocked.

When Persimmon Face said that she had killed her husband, it inexplicably aroused a bit of joy.

I learned that Persimmon Face is a widow.

The restless heart of the stick stem suddenly became solid, and the work in his hands became numb. When he had time, he smiled at a son and a daughter with a persimmon face, teasing the two with grimaces. Baby, the two babies leaned forward and back together with laughter, with persimmon faces with angry faces, witnessing this scene, their cheeks staring at sticks gradually eased a little.

Sticky, who has been silently paying attention to Persimmon Face's every move, felt so excited that he wanted to shout out.

His efforts were not in vain.

Persimmon Face's impression of stick stems has changed, even though he is still cursing, but he doesn't have the title of this cripple.

"Okay, okay, don't be brave."

"I'm a man, I should do these things for a living." BangGou deliberately straightened his back to show his majesty and strength.

"Let me come, your legs and feet are inconvenient, and it will be troublesome if you fall off."

The heart of the stick stem is like eating candy with honey, and the whole person is sweet from the inside to the outside.

In the eyes of the stick, the words of the persimmon face are an expression of concern for the stick.

Stick grinned, hehehe said: "I'm not tired, I'll do it, as a man, I should do more."

"Take a break." Persimmon Ginger looked at the stick, and said in a drawn-out tone, "There's never enough work to do."

"Not tired." Stick stem wiped the sweat off his face, and said to Persimmon's face, "I'll do more, you should do less."

"Here you are." Persimmon Face handed a towel to Stick.

Looking at the clean white towel, Stick was hesitant, he was worried that he would dirty the towel.

"It's okay, just wipe off your sweat, you can wash it if it's dirty."

"What's your name?" Bang Geng paused, and said his own name, "My surname is Jia, my first name is Jia Geng, everyone in the courtyard calls me Bang Geng, you can also call me Bang Geng. "

"Widow." Persimmon Bread's face darkened, "Little widow."

"Haven't you ever thought about finding one? It must be very hard for you to raise two children by yourself. Finding a man to help you can relieve the pressure of life, and you don't have to work so hard."

Sticky's words seemed to touch the most painful memory of Persimmon Face, the cheeks that were fine just now were replaced by this coldness in an instant.

No nonsense.

Persimmon Face pushed the stick out of the house, and then closed the door viciously.

"I'm sorry, I don't mean anything else. I just see that it's not easy for you to pull two children by yourself. It's very hard. I want to help..."

"Get out, don't get out of my old lady's face again."

"I don't mean to look down on you. In my heart, you are a strong woman. I vaguely see the shadow of my mother from you. To tell you the truth, my mother is also a widow. It's not easy for the three of us, I know it's hard for my mother to pull us, and I don't want you to go through the same experience."

The door opened.

The indifferent cheeks of the little widow with a persimmon face came into the eyes of Stick.

"I, I, I." Facing the cold face of the little widow with a persimmon face, the heroic stickman just now suddenly turned into a frost-beaten eggplant, and the bold words brewing in his heart suddenly flew away. Out of my mind, I babbled for a long time, but I didn't utter a complete sentence.

"What about me? What does it matter if I work hard or not? Do we have a relationship? Who are you? I need you to care about me?"

Stick opened his mouth wide, and he couldn't utter a single word. The words swirling in his mouth seemed to be blocked by invisible palms.

"We are neighbors, and distant relatives are not as good as close neighbors. We all live in the same compound. As neighbors, I, I, I just want to help you. I hope... you can... live... better." Stick's voice gradually turned into a stutter, and the intermittent words and vocabulary did not express the meaning that Sticky originally wanted to express.

A self-deprecating expression appeared on Persimmon Face.

"Neighbor? Sorry, I'm not that cheap, so I don't need it."

The door was closed again.

"I."

"Fuck off."

"I apologize to you, I have no other meaning, I just want to care about you."

"Get out, if you don't leave me, I will move out of the courtyard immediately. Who are you? Why should I want you to care? Do we have a relationship?"

Sticky, who wanted to apologize to the little widow with persimmon face at the door, became at a loss, and the threatening words of persimmon face from the courtyard hit the weakest part of sticky.

Move out of the courtyard.

Can we still meet every day?
In order to see the little widow with a persimmon face every day, Bang Geng retreated to the middle courtyard of the courtyard facing the little widow step by step.

This is also the base of the people who eat melons in the courtyard.

The big guy saw the scene of the little widow licking the persimmon face just now.

Mixed flavors.

Don't know how to rate this.

If they had to find an evaluation, they could only use the idiom of reincarnation to describe it.

"That stick."

"Three masters."

"Bang, you are a good boy, you are more caring than us, you taught us a lesson, do what you think, do it bravely, people have dreams, the third master supports you .”

Everyone in the courtyard felt a little weird.

Yan Fugui's words sounded familiar to them.

hold head high.

Back then Yi Zhonghai was such a comforting idiot.

(End of this chapter)