Gossip King

"No! It's so close to the hotel, why do you want to sleep here!" Jian Xiao Shan grinned and protested in a low voice from between her teeth. She even pinched her high cold waist with her hand.

"Wife, don't touch me..." Gao Leng said vaguely, rather loudly.

Jian Xiaodan's face blushed with the ambiguous gaze that the Gao family saw, and his head lowered with the meaningful gaze from the director.

"What's the matter..." Jian Xiaoshan didn't dare to refute any more, muttering, there was no way, so many people watched, she didn't know what Gao Leng would suffocate if she opposed anything.

"Which building do you want to sleep in? This is my house. My son and daughter-in-law live in the second floor. There is a guest room. On the other side is my third brother's house. On the second floor, his daughter-in-law and a younger uncle live. There is also a guest room."

Qin well water in front of the door does not change the old time wave.

"Uh...uh..." Jian Xiaodan was still sleeping in a room and didn't feel relieved. She raised her eyes and looked around. The one who had just eaten in person was the Gao Gong's home, and followed his fingers. One of the buildings not far away is Gao Dangjia.

Gao Cong only didn't say that his second brother's high-yield home was the home of Gao Leng.

"Why are there people on the second floor?" Gao Leng pointed his finger at the red brick house: "Can you sleep?"

"This?!" Gao Cong was very surprised. He quickly waved his hand in embarrassment: "This is my second brother's house. All his family members are gone. The house is also the most dilapidated. It hasn't been renovated, but it is very clean. It's clean, but not decorated... it's a bungalow again... this..."

The reason he said was nothing more than being afraid of neglecting VIPs. Nowadays, many small buildings are built in rural areas. The rich ones are decorated better, and the ones who don't have money build a shell without much decoration inside. But Gao Leng's house is still a red brick bungalow, which is very poor in the countryside.

I can't complain about being poor. Gao Leng's parents have been sick, and the money is spent on medicine.

Pointing to such a bungalow for VIPs to live in, I am afraid that the VIPs will be upset. What Gao Gong didn't know was that the VIP in front of him who seemed unattainable to him, but was willing to stand for him, was the owner of this small bungalow.

"Clean is fine, mainly for convenience," Gao Leng said.

"Then staying there, it's quite appropriate. The house is broken. I clean it every day. Later I will change a bed sheet and quilt. It's okay, it's okay." Gao Gong's wife pinched Gao Gong secretly, which is different from Gao Gong. She agreed with Gao Leng's proposal to live in a small bungalow.

"The flat building is not decorated..." Gao Gong said in a low voice.

"What do you know? Mr. Gao just said that our son and daughter-in-law live on the second floor of our house. Although the third brother’s house is decorated, there are people on the second floor! Inconvenient, understand? Inconvenient... …" Gao Gong’s wife winked...

The high communist party suddenly realized.

Yes, Mr. Gao said, clean is fine, mainly for convenience.

Yes, there are people in my own family and my third brother’s family, so it’s not convenient...

Especially for this kind of young couple, it is really inconvenient for some people... It is still suitable for an unoccupied bungalow, which is already cleaned and no one disturbs. It is convenient for big nights...

"What's the matter..." As soon as he entered the red brick bungalow, Jian Xiaoshan secretly pinched the cold again: "Just a bed!"

The square of the red brick is very simple, but it is very clean. There are only two rooms. The stove with a fire is the kitchen. There are wooden cupboards. The bedroom with one bed is the bedroom, and there is one bed in the bedroom. An old-fashioned wooden bed, the kind surrounded on three sides.

Suddenly, her eyes brightened, and she was relieved, and saw a small bed erected next to the big bed. It was just right to sleep when it was put down. It was a bed for high-cold sleepers. Because of fear of taking up space, she erected it during the day.

In summer, the weather is hot anyway, and the two beds are just right to sleep, she thought.

"Wait, I'll move this small bed away, make it more spacious." Gao Gong hesitantly picked up the erected small bed and left the door with super skill as if it had no walls.

...

Jian Xiao Shan was stunned.

"I clean this house every day. This is a hot water pot. You can take a bath over there, but you can only use a bucket. Come to the second floor to wash. The second floor of our house is for a shower. I will get you new towels." Attentive, I took a tissue and put it on the bed...

Gao Leng fell onto the bed, looking so drunk that everyone was unconscious. As soon as the auntie stretched out her foot, Gao Leng kicked Gao Leng: "What else to pretend? Everyone is gone."

"You know me and you know what I pretended to be." Gao Leng didn't hide, smiled, sat up, looked around, the room was the same as before, even the smell was the same, because the kitchen burned wood. Here is the bamboo forest, so it is usually dried bamboo joints, so the whole room smells of green bamboo.

This is the taste of childhood.

"I just want to sleep here." Gao Leng said quietly. His eyes fell on the photos of his parents, and they were placed side by side on the low cabinet. The location was exactly the same as where he had put them by himself. The only difference was that his photos were also placed. By the side.

Jian Xiaodan followed Gao Leng's gaze, and there were three posthumous photos in the dimly lit room, Xiao Shan was a little scared instinctively.

"Hot water and towels are here." Outside the door, the auntie first shouted and then went in. Maybe she was afraid of what the young couple were doing. She deliberately called the door to make Jian Xiaoshan feel more shy.

This is not when someone talks about the old Gao's patrons while eating and drinking, this is about to sleep.

"I'll take a bath on the second floor," Jian Xiaodan said.

"I'm going to wash it here." Gao Leng pointed to the bathing place outside the side door. There was a well, where he pressed a bucket of water to take a shower in summer, which was what he used to do.

"Mr. Gao, you are washing here, will you..."

"No, I will wash it here, you take my wife to the second floor to wash it, don't worry about it here." Gao Leng said.

After Xiao Shan and Auntie left, Gao Leng gently closed the door. He walked to the photo of his parents, knelt down, knocked three heads, and said nothing for a while.

The cicadas cried outside the door as always, the old dog walked to the kitchen, lying at the bedroom door as usual but not entering the house very cleverly, just watching and guarding, if there is a mouse, the old dog will rush, if there is a thief, old The dog will rush.

"Dad, Mom, I'm Gao Leng." Gao Leng raised his head and looked at the photo of his death. He choked up and burst into tears: "I am Gao Leng. I am proud of it now. Dad. , You’re not wrong, I’m a fate of six kilograms of coldness, and that’s the fate of riding a horse on the street. I am promising."

The man does not flick when he has tears, but he is not sad.

"The girl in my house will have a great future in the future, with a life of six catties and two!" Mom always talked about the fate of the cold when chatting with people after dinner.

This is a way of fortune-telling in the countryside here. Liujin Liuliang is not about the weight, but is calculated based on the birth date. At what hour and what weight, most people are killed by three or four Jin. Liujin Liuliang is rare. It is the life of great wealth and noble.

There is also a saying in the countryside: Six catties and six liang, ride a horse to the streets. Although Mandarin seems to be unreasonable, it rhymes in native Chinese. This means that this kind of life was able to ride a high-headed horse in ancient times, not a leader of the generals but also the children of the rich.

It's a pity that when he died he hadn't seen Gao Leng riding on the street.

"The girl in my house is very good at reading, but the family is poor... Hey, he is a rich life of six catties and six liang, what a pity, it is a pity that my girl!" When my father was dying, he left the last A tear, said these last words.

Boom boom boom, the high cold knocked his head three times.

He cried with a dull voice: "I am an unfilial servant who has come to see the second elder, so I can only come sneakily. I cannot set off firecrackers or serve food. I am not filial..."

Barking, the old dog's nostrils made a very light noise similar to a dog's coquetry, and the barking sound was very light. The dog has been raised for more than ten years, and it is truly human. I looked at it coldly, like an old friend.

"I'm looking for a chance to visit you at the grave."

After that, I wiped my tears and wiped the table. The table is very clean. The aunt seems to be cleaning all day, and there is nowhere to get dust.

Holding a towel, taking off his clothes and trousers, wearing only underwear, carrying a bucket and walking to the door of the side room, the pressure of the water pressure well is very cold, and he likes to take a cold shower in summer. I drank some with my hands, but it was a 20-meter deep well, and the water was very good.

Washed up, just as before.

Jian Xiaodan came down from the second floor and was refreshed after taking a shower. She took a change of clothes from the box in the car and put it on. After thinking about it, she opened the cold box and took a change of clothes.

"He will take a bath in a while, and he just needs clothes." Jian Xiaodan took out a set of pajamas from the box, her eyes fell on a pair of underwear, she unfolded it secretly.

"Such big underwear..." Jian Xiaodan blinked and immediately tucked his pants into his clothes.

"There are more mosquitoes in the countryside. It's very comfortable. I can see so many stars, just like what I saw in the orphanage when I was a child." Jian Xiaodan raised his head, stretched out his hand and pretended to pinch the stars like a peas. Throw a star in your mouth and chew again.

"It's delicious." Xiao Shan thought to himself and laughed.

When she was a child, she liked to play like this and eat stars.

Walking to the door, Jian Xiao stopped briefly, and saw that in the dark, Gao Leng was standing in the side door and taking a shower, wearing a pair of underwear, showing a strong figure.

"He must have a relationship with Gao Leng, and with the Gao family, but what is the relationship? They are not alike at all." Jian Xiaodan stared at Gao Leng under the moonlight, with beautiful muscles. He is tall, like an oil painting.

She looked at Gao Leng's posthumous photos, and her appearance looked like Gao Cong and the others. From the looks of Gao Leng in front of him, it is completely out of bounds.

"Peek at me." Gao Leng turned his body and saw Jian Xiaodan, said.

"Who...who peeped at you." Jian Xiaoshan stammered twice and immediately returned to normal. She raised the clothes in her hands: "I will give you clothes."

"Thanks." Gao Leng took the bucket and poured water from his head to his feet. It was a relief. Then, he took a towel and wiped his body briefly, walked towards Jian Xiaodan, and stretched out his hand: "Give me Right."

The night concealed Jian Xiaodan's blush.

The wet trousers are tightly attached to Gao Leng's body... the shape of the bulging ball is clearly visible... The most terrible thing is that the pants fell a little under the water just now, and some hairs came out...

The smell of soap floated over as Gao Leng walked over. He reached out and took the clothes from Jian Xiaodan: "Go in, get ready to sleep."

Gao Leng's face showed a particularly relaxed expression. This kind of relaxedness has never been seen before. At this time, it should be his most natural, most comfortable and most enjoyable state.

The water in the well in front of the Gaojiamen, the summer breeze does not change the old wave, it is comfortable.

Shy in the tension.

On the other hand, Jian Xiaodan's face showed a nervous expression, shy in the nervousness, at a loss.