passionate youth

Chapter 21

Had lunch.

Jiang Pingan continued to write the application in the study.

He actually knew how to write, but he was just doing foreign work there, and would tease Chen Xiuzhen a few words from time to time, which confused her heart.

"I'm asking for leave this time to go back to my mother's house, and I can only stay for two or three days." Chen Xiuzhen lowered her head, her little face was flushed, and she twirled her fingers.

Jiang Pingan nodded and asked, "Are you still living in your in-law's house?"

"No, I live in the house allocated by the unit." Chen Xiuzhen shook her head and said.

"My man's hometown is Bingcheng, and I don't know where my husband's family is."

"I've always planned to go, but I never made the trip. It's meaningless to go now."

After a pause, she said embarrassedly: "This time I went to the countryside and brought back thirty catties of stick noodles."

"Take some with you when you leave later, don't be embarrassed, it's true when you eat it in your stomach."

Jiang Pingan shook his head and said, "How can this be done? I'm really embarrassed to have dinner at your house today."

"If you still take food away, what will happen? I appreciate your kindness, and I can't take food."

Then with a smirk on his face, he leaned closer and said, "If you're really mean, let me smell the scent of snowflake powder."

"You, you, you...why are you so bad?" Chen Xiuzhen was so ashamed and flustered.

Seeing that she didn't run away this time, Jiang Ping'an had something to do secretly, so he hurried forward and sniffed her flushed face.

"It smells so good! Not only the smell of snowflake powder, but also other smells." Jiang Pingan said intoxicated.

Chen Xiuzhen blushed deeply, her eyes drooped, her eyelashes trembled slightly, she dared not dodge, her hands were tightly clenched, very nervous.

A strong masculine breath came to the nostrils, with a natural fragrance, which was particularly pleasant.

Chen Xiuzhen sniffed secretly, and immediately fell in love with the fresh smell, and couldn't help but look up at Jiang Ping'an.

I saw him with thick eyebrows and big eyes, handsome facial features, calm temperament and full of masculinity.

Chen Xiuzhen was actually bewildered, and there were rippling autumn waves in her clear eyes.

Even the hair of this man grew on her heart.

Suddenly, there was warmth from her lips, and Chen Xiuzhen woke up instantly. Just as she was about to escape, Jiang Ping'an hugged her waist.

"Woooo..." He wanted to speak, but his small mouth was blocked, he struggled for a moment, and then became addicted to it.

a long time.

The two separated, and Chen Xiuzhen lay in Jiang Ping'an's arms in shame, not daring to raise her head.

Jiang Pingan smacked his mouth, and after thinking about it for a while, he smiled and said, "Running!"

"You're necrotic!" Chen Xiuzhen thumped him lightly, her ears turned red.

Then he took a few steps back, pointed at the application form on the table, blushed and said angrily:

"Aren't you going to concentrate on writing? Are you going to stay at my house tonight?"

Jiang Pingan laughed, took her little hand and asked, "I want to live here, will you accompany me?"

"Go to hell! You took advantage of me just now, and I haven't settled with you yet!" Chen Xiuzhen gritted her teeth and stared.

Then he turned around and walked out, and when he reached the door, he stopped again, turned around and said:
"I'll give you another hour. If you still can't write the application well, I'll drive you away and stop Dad from helping you!"

"You bitch is so vicious!" Jiang Ping pretended to be frightened, and glared at her and cursed.

"Heck... I still don't believe that I can't control you!" Chen Xiuzhen wrinkled her nose and said arrogantly.

After finishing speaking, the corners of his mouth hooked up, and he turned and left.

Jiang Pingan laughed, read the application form, calmed down, and copied it seriously.

In fact, the application was written in the morning, and after two or three revisions, it was short of a final copy.

Jiang Ping'an's pen and running script is still very beautiful, with iron and silver hooks, vigorous and powerful, and the pen and ink are horizontal, majestic!
After a while, the application was written.

in the kitchen.

"Why do you want to give Ping'an stick noodles? My daughter..." Jiang Xiaofang looked at her daughter suspiciously.

Chen Xiuzhen shyly said: "Mom, don't think about it."

"Jiang Ping'an is my classmate in elementary school and junior high school. He is in trouble now, so I want to help him."

Jiang Xiaofang glanced at her sideways, and said angrily, "You came out of my stomach, I don't know what kind of temperament you are?"

"Don't blame Mom for not reminding you. Although Ping An is a rare young man, he has a rural household registration."

"So if the two of you want to succeed, I'm afraid there will be many difficulties. You have to be careful and think carefully about this matter."

If it weren't for her daughter being a widow now, as long as there is the slightest sign, she will stop whatever she says.

Even so, she still hopes that her daughter can find a man from the city to remarry instead of marrying a countryman.

After a pause, Jiang Xiaofang frowned again and said, "Ping'an looks honest, it's a real person who doesn't show his face!"

"For a long time, my daughter was fascinated. It's really unexpected."

Chen Xiuzhen stomped her feet, and said softly: "Mom, I've already told you that I have nothing to do with him, so don't make wild guesses, okay?"

"Okay, okay, ouch, my daughter has grown up, I can't control my wife anymore!" Jiang Xiaofang sighed, patting her thigh.

Chen Xiuzhen blushed, gritted her teeth and said, "Anyway, no matter what you say, I want to give Ping some stick noodles."

"Send it, I'm not reluctant to part with the stick noodles, I'm afraid that there is a gap in your identities that will affect your happiness."

Chen Xiuzhen took a deep breath, and pondered: "We haven't reached that point yet, let's go and see!"

living room.

Chen Zezhong sat in front of the brazier, put on glasses, and read the application carefully, while Jiang Pingan sat beside the fire.

After a while, Chen Zezhong finished reading the application form, then took off his glasses, and said to Jiang Ping'an:

"It's very well written. I really can't tell. Your writing is good. It's a pity to patronize farming these years."

"Next, when you go back, study the book I gave you carefully, and it's best to recite it backwards."

"When the branch meets next time, I will mention your application to join the organization."

"You have a good mass base, so you should be able to pass the application without accident."

Chen Zezhong watched Jiang Ping'an grow up. Chen Zezhong knew exactly what kind of person he was and how he usually behaved.

Because of this, he was willing to be the introducer.

Jiang Ping'an was extremely grateful for Chen Zezhong's help and support.

After listening to him say some related matters, seeing that it was getting late, he got up, said goodbye and left.

The lee of the corner of the village.

Chen Xiuzhen gently wrapped Jiang Ping'an with a towel, and said:

"I'll give you stick noodles, you can't pull it off, but you have to accept this towel, or I won't talk to you in the future."

"This towel is new. I originally bought it for my dad, but he's not used to wrapping it around a towel. It's cheap for you!"

Jiang Ping'an didn't ask for stick noodles, but he didn't refuse the towel.

"When will you go back to the city?" Jiang Ping'an put his arms around her waist and asked with concern.

Chen Xiuzhen replied: "I'll leave after lunch tomorrow. Don't lose the address I left for you. Write to me more often."

"Well, I won't lose it. If I have a chance, I will go to the city to find you." Jiang Ping'an nodded.

Chen Xiuzhen helped him wrap up the towel, patted his mischievous hand, and said softly: "Don't be mischievous! Your hand is frozen to death!"

"Then you cover it for me first, and it won't freeze when you warm it up." Jiang Ping'an put his hand in her clothes and said.

Chen Xiuzhen rolled her eyes, leaned into his arms, and whispered: "My mother can see that my expression is wrong today."

"What did Aunt Jiang say?" Jiang Ping'an reached into her cotton trousers and squeezed.

Chen Xiuzhen froze, but she didn't blame him, she whispered back: "She advised me to think carefully."

"Say you have a rural hukou and I have an urban hukou. It's not easy to be together..."

Before she finished speaking, she suddenly raised her head, with an excited expression, she couldn't help hugging Jiang Ping'an's neck, and gave her a cold mouth.

"Well, lightly buckle..."

(End of this chapter)