A happy event in a fertile field: the black-bellied husband is as beautiful as a flower

Chapter 132 Do you look good?

His voice was as pleasant as ever, like the wind blowing under the green vines in the alley, and like the clouds in the sky that are relaxing and then dissipating.

Meng Yan lowered her brows, feeling a little sore between her brows.

After a long time, she asked, "Is that the one you're talking about?"

Yin Heng said: "It's you."

Meng Yan raised the corners of her lips and smiled. When she looked up at Yin Heng, her eyes were moist, and she asked again: "The danger you mentioned is as dangerous as when you faced the six wolves alone in Zaier Mountain?"

Yin Heng's pale eyes fell on her face, his expression was very deep, "Maybe, maybe not."

Meng Yan said: "If you are still sitting in a wheelchair, you can survive. Then when you stand up and face these dangers in the future, it will not be easy. I thought about it carefully. If there are six more horses, we should also be able to do so. We can get it done together."

She doesn't know what his world is like, and she never liked him to the point where she would risk everything for him;
But when she found him in the deep mountains that night and saw him drenched in blood, she realized that what is more important than having him around?

In fact, I have already prepared in my heart.

Meng Yan was leaning on her shoulder with an umbrella twisted in one hand, and the bamboo tube in the other hand. As she walked forward, she turned the handle of the umbrella, and the beautiful patterns and colors on the umbrella paper followed it.

But her heart suddenly calmed down.

"It's too far away to have a baby, I don't have any plans right now." She turned around, took two mouthfuls of sour plum soup, raised her feet and walked backwards, looked at Yin Heng and said, "I don't plan to marry someone else either. .”

At that moment, Yin Heng really thought that he could stand up with the arm of the chair and hold her in his arms.

But in the end, he held the chair handle with his hands, his joints were distinct, and after a faint effort, he still loosened it a little bit.He lowered his eyes, smiled lowly on his lips, looked extremely happy in his expression, and said, "Ah Nam, you should think about it."

Yin Heng and her, one walked forward slowly, and the other walked backward slowly, forming a very harmonious scene.

Meng Yan waited for a while, but Yin Heng didn't see anything to say, so she said, "We've already talked about this, why don't you just mention that I want to marry you? Maybe when I'm happy, I promise to marry you tomorrow." Are you married?"

Yin Heng said: "Will Madam be willing to marry you to me at this time?"

Meng Yan sighed.

With a gentle voice, Yin Heng whispered to her, "So wait a little longer."

It's still early, it's rare to come out today to relax, and it's a pity to go back to Meng Yan so early.

So the two walked along the embankment of the river in the city. A neat row of willow trees was planted on the embankment. At this season, the willow branches were stretched and graceful, casting swaying green shade on the ground.

Meng Yan put away her umbrella, and walked together with Yin Heng under the green shade. When she looked up, she could see the wide view on the river, and her heart would open up accordingly.

The river passes through the city and forms a lake in the middle.The blue waves of the lake are slightly rippling and sparkling.

Meng Yan heard the girl's brisk yelling from afar.The lotus picker went to the center of the lake in a small boat to pick fresh lotus pods to sell on the shore.

Looking up, there is a large lotus leaf in the middle of the lake, with flower branches stretching out from the middle of the round green leaves. Some lotus flowers are in full bloom, and some lotus pods are full.

Meng Yan went to the lotus picker to buy a bunch of lotus pods, and picked a few plump and emerald green lotus leaves.

The two walked around the embankment for a while, crossed the small bridge across the water, and walked back.

After mid-afternoon, the sun gradually faded.Meng Yan didn't need to hold an umbrella, and handed Yin Heng a lotus leaf, and holding one with him, it felt cooler than holding an umbrella.

Meng Yan planned to take the lotus pod back, and peel the lotus seeds to cook porridge at night.

There are clusters of brocade-like clouds piled up on the horizon.The sun was setting, and the moon rose early from the east, leaving a shallow moon shadow in the blue sky.

When the two returned home, it was neither early nor late, just in the evening.

As a result, before entering the house, I heard voices coming from the house.

That voice was neither Xia's nor Xu Chenfang's.Meng Yan paused, seeing that the courtyard door was still open, she immediately pushed the door open and entered.

Meng Yan still had a little impression that the woman standing in her yard was none other than Mrs. Zhang who went to the street with Mrs. Xia last time.

Aunt Zhang also saw her, and smiled from ear to ear, and quickly said to her side: "Come on, this is your Aunt Xia's precious daughter, isn't she handsome?"

There was a man standing next to Mrs. Zhang. He looked about 26 or [-] years old. His skin was dark. It might be because of the hot weather, exuding a sweaty and greasy luster.

Meng Yan pushed Yin Heng in, and the man's eyes fell on Meng Yan, and he never moved away.

It was rare for Meng Yan to wear a skirt today, and she combed her hair in a bun again, looking quite docile and delicate.

Aunt Zhang said affectionately to Meng Yan: "Ah, my cousin is called Feng Chengcai, do you like him?"

Feng Chengcai's smiling face showed a kind of slickness and philistinism, and he said, "Sister Ah Nai, I heard you went out to play?" Seeing Meng Yan holding a lotus pod in his hand, he asked again, "Did you just come back from the river?"

He cast his eyes on Yin Heng a little, and secretly looked him over.

Aunt Zhang said that this man is good-looking, but unfortunately he is lame.

Meng Yan ignored him, turned her head to look at Aunt Zhang, and said, "What do you like?"

Aunt Zhang said: "Of course it is my cousin. If this is right, and we are neighbors, wouldn't it be more intimate?"

Xia's face was already very cold, and said: "You guys should go back."

Meng Yan said, "Didn't Mother tell them that I already have a husband and son-in-law?"

Without waiting for Mrs. Xia to reply, Mrs. Zhang said: "Don't blame your mother, who doesn't want their daughter to have a good home in the future. My nephew is honest and willing to work hard. In the future, you marry him, it will be better than..." She Glancing at Yin Heng, he continued, "It's always reliable."

Aunt Zhang also said: "This daughter has to listen to your mother when she gets married. Your mother can't hurt you. If you act on a whim, what will you do if you regret it for the rest of your life?"

Xia Shi said coldly: "Ah Nan doesn't need to talk about other marriage matters, let's go!"

Aunt Zhang completely ignored Xia's displeasure, and said: "Sister, you can't allow your daughter to make mistakes!"

Hearing this, Meng Yan suddenly raised the corners of her mouth wickedly, and said, "This is because I saw that there is no man in charge of my family. I think my mother is a woman who is easy to fool, and I think it will be fine to just insert a crooked melon and a cracked date, isn't it?"

Aunt Zhang didn't want Meng Yan to be so direct, she was stunned for a moment, and then her face darkened, "Meng Yan, I was kind enough to propose marriage to you, why are you talking like this?"

Meng Yan said: "You want to propose marriage to me in front of my husband-in-law. Didn't you women in ancient times pay attention to the three obediences and four virtues? Where are your women's virtues, female precepts, and shame? Otherwise, what do you expect from me? Praise you for your virtue? That's embarrassing, I judge people by their faces first, and it's because of your conscience that you can boast like your cousin."

Aunt Zhang and Feng Chengcai didn't expect Meng Yan to be so rude, and immediately turned red and white with anger.

(End of this chapter)