Sir,Your Wife Escape Again

Gu Wei thought it was the fourth uncle.

Unexpectedly, when I opened the door, I saw the son of the patriarch.

The man was in his early twenties, with a greasy face. Looking at Gu, his eyes were straight: "sister, I'll send you some fish. I'll fight by myself."

Gu Zhen's face was a little white.

If she had some blood, she would close the door and throw the man out.

But her character is really soft, even if more unhappy, on the surface will not be embarrassing.

"No, I still have one at home." "I don't like fish very much," Gu said

"What do you like to eat, sister?" The man took a step in the door.

When he wanted to go further, he saw Bai Xian.

Bai Xian is really tall.

In the countryside of Jiangnan, men are elegant, and they are not too dominant in stature. The son of the patriarch is of medium height in the village. He is by no means short.

But when he went to Bai Xian's station, he was like a boy with insufficient body.

Zhang Xinmei was also a tall man, but she was also a head shorter than Bai Xian.

"For what?" Bai Xian stood at the gate with a black face and looked at Gu Zhen.

Gu Xu immediately retreated behind him and walked back.

The son of the patriarch called to her in dialect, and she pretended not to hear.

A minute later, Bai Xian sent the man away.

Gu Wei would like to say that the last time she was fishing in the fish pond on the Mid Autumn Festival, she stood by and waited while the patriarch's son touched her back.

She was sure it was intentional, with some sort of hooliganism.

So she was angry and crying.

This sentence, she did not tell Bai Xian.

Bai Xian sent the patriarch's son back to Gu Zhu and said, "don't be afraid, Miss Gu. This kind of person is bullying. Don't give him a good face in the future."

Gu Xu nodded.

This afternoon is very quiet.

They both sat at the table.

At the beginning, Gu Zhen taught him, but after that, he practiced slowly, and she wrote something beside him.

When Bai Xian saw that she looked attentive, he secretly aimed at her.

Several times later, she found that her energy was very concentrated, Bai Xian was simply good, looking at her.

Her side face is very delicate, beautiful, but there is a kind of natural tenderness.

She is slow in doing things and speaking. This tenderness is like being engraved in her bones, and then it comes out a little bit, sketching a little bit on the tip of her eyebrows.

This is just right.

Gu Xu had a rest, and just hit his eyes. The look ran into her heart, and she quickly turned away her eyes.

She seemed to hear her own heartbeat.

The noise made her eardrum ache.

"Miss Gu, what are you writing about?" It took her a long time to hear Bai Xian ask.

Gu did not know how to answer.

After the lapse, she said, "let's talk about a recent political event."

Bai Xian immediately felt that she knew a lot.

"In the future, it's too late for newspapers and news is not so well-informed. Do you still need to talk about current affairs?" Bai Xian asked.

"No, I'll write stories later." Gu Zhudao.

"What kind of story?"

Gu was a little embarrassed: "ghosts. My former colleagues said that they would open a ghost story column and ask for some good stories. There are always legends in the countryside. They are all materials. "

Bai Xian, "...

he was surprised.

"Are you afraid?" He asked.

Gu Xu smiles shyly: "I haven't tried yet, I don't know..."

"then why would I want to try?" He asked again.

Gu Zhen is not used to other people paying too much attention to her and wants to know everything about her.

Uncomfortable, she stood up and said she was going to pour a glass of water.

Bai Xian said, "I'll pour it."

The conversation was interrupted.

Gu Xu breathed a sigh of relief.

At dusk, the kitchen smoke, a fluffy into the orange sunset. The smell of cooking fumes, mixed with the sweet scented osmanthus fragrance of the courtyard, is full of human fireworks, but it is better than the fairyland of yaochi.

Gu Zhen and Bai Xian had dinner, and the fourth aunt came.

She's not alone. She's followed by a middle-aged woman.

The woman's eyes were all eyes. She first slipped around Bai Xian and then looked at Gu Xu.

Bai Xian didn't understand what Gu Zhen called in dialect.

"You go back to your room first." Gu Xu said to him in a low voice.

Bai Xian nodded.

He closed the door of the main room to the two East bedrooms, and leaned behind the door to listen to the outside.

What did the woman say to Gu Zhen.

She is very good at speaking. It's all dialect like foreign language. Bai Xian can't understand a word.

Gu Zhen occasionally interjected.At the end, Gu Zhen stood up.

The woman's voice rose abruptly, like a rebuke.

Bai Xian immediately pushed the door out.

As soon as he came out, his high spirit pointed to Gu Xu's woman, and his spirit was half weak.

Four aunts in the middle, pull the woman, pull her out.

The woman still keeps pointing at Gu.

Gu Zhen's face is not pretty.

"What's the matter?" Bai Xian was worried about her. "What did she say?"

Gu Zhen went to dial the kerosene lamp.

In this era, great Shanghai is full of lights, but there is no electricity in the countryside, so everyone lights up.

She faltered.

Bai Xian pulled her arm: "Miss Gu..."

with a little effort, Gu Xu's kerosene lamp fell to the ground and smashed.

The room fell into darkness, only Qionghua spread it through the door like frost.

Such darkness, there is a layer of ambiguity slowly sneak in.

Bai Xian's voice was lower: "Miss Gu..."

these three words, like a magic spell, went to his heart. He remembered that day, in despair, he pressed her on the bed and gave her a kiss.

Later, she didn't mention it. Was it disgusting?

How about kissing her again today?

But today, without Luo Zhubi and his intense despair, Bai Xian's courage would be greatly reduced. He did not dare to take risks.

The more cherished people are, the more cautious they will be and dare not make a mistake.

Gu Xu moves, trying to draw back his arm.

Bai Xian let go.

"Nothing." Gu Xu said that she was going to strike a match.

Bai Xian helped her find another kerosene lamp.

Small flame lit, close in the lampshade, quiet and quiet.

Bai Xian thought she couldn't say anything, but she said, "master Bai, when are you going back to Shanghai?"

Bai Xian was frozen.

He thought a lot.

He caused Gu Xu trouble, and the countrymen finally talked about it.

That woman must have come to teach Gu Zhen.

Gu Zhen has no choice. If she wants to live, she must drive him away.

He really can't live any more.

Bai Xian gritted his teeth.

He wants to live in the broken temple at the entrance of the village, even if he can't live. He's going to stay in this village.

He didn't want to go.

His life is here. What else can he do when he goes back?

In this world, no one is Gu Zhen.

No one has such a delicate temperament as her. No one is as delicate as her.

Besides her, Bai Xian doesn't like anyone!

"... I'll go with you. I'm going back to Shanghai, too." However, Gu's next sentence is just like this.

Bai Xian looked at her and thought there was something wrong with her ears.

Gu Wei added: "I'd better go back. The family affairs are too annoying. My mother and my sister are not here. I can't handle them properly."