I Really Didn’t Want to be Born Again

"No, you guess the coin is different from others?"

Wang Zibo has never seen such a routine: "We used to guess the positives and negatives. How can we guess how many years it was produced!"

"If you haven't seen it, it means you haven't seen it. You can only say that you have little knowledge and you are willing to bet."

Chen Hansheng put the coin in Xiao Aning's pocket: "Brother Zibo bought you candy for you, thank him quickly."

"Thank you Brother Zibo."

Xiao Aning was very obedient and said crisply.

"Thank me for what I do, it's not my money."

Wang Zibo knew he couldn't play with Chen Hansheng, and muttered boredly.

The mother-in-law was getting older, and she had nothing to do with young people. She squinted her eyes for a while, then went back to rest on crutches.

The uncle looked very happy when he heard that Chen Hansheng was willing to stay, rubbed his dry palms, said a few words in the local dialect, and went back.

"What is he saying?"

This was asked by Wang Zibo. In fact, Chen Hansheng was not interested. He grabbed the little dog and ravaged it again.

"Uh, uh, he said..."

While explaining, Aning looked at Brother Han Sheng, for fear that he would accidentally hammer the dog to death.

"The uncle said that his daughter will get married tomorrow, and he may be here soon next year, so he will prepare some good drinks."

When Wang Zibo heard it, he immediately realized that he asked an embarrassing topic. Chen Hansheng didn't even want to be sure about his girlfriend, how could he think about getting married now.

"How old is the uncle's daughter? Maybe she's of marriageable age, and your sister is still studying."

Wang Zibo quickly found a reasonable explanation.

"That's not right."

Little Aning didn't understand the complicated thinking between adults, and tilted her head and said, "Second sister is younger than sister A, she is only 18."

"Huh, do you get married at 18?"

Wang Zibo was stunned for a moment, this was just an adult.

"There is nothing weird about this."

Chen Hansheng, who had not spoken all the time, suddenly interjected: "Our female classmates in junior high school, some of them did not enter high school. After working outside for two years, they went home for a blind date and got married. Now maybe they have children at the age of 20. ."

Wang Zibo nodded: "This is true. I ran into one when I went home during the summer vacation. I almost couldn't believe it. Do you remember Deng Cuicui from junior high school?"

Chen Hansheng shook his head: "No impression at all."

Then the two discussed their former classmates, mainly based on Wang Zibo's memories. The high school classmates are okay, and the junior high school classmates need to be reminded constantly before Chen Hansheng can remember a little bit.

Of course, the boring topic of "marriage" was so biased by Chen Hansheng.

Wang Zibo became more interested when he talked about it. Whenever he thought of the past in junior high and high school, he always slapped his thigh with excitement.

Xiao Aning couldn't understand this, so she lay drowsy on Shen Youchu's lap.

As for Shen Youchu, one hand is stroking Aning's hair, and the other hand is constantly adding firewood to the stove, keeping the temperature in the small kitchen, the swaying red light is set off between her eyebrows, a tender and graceful age like water .

At night, Shen Youchu helped to make the bed. Chen Hansheng and Wang Zibo slept in the bedding. Wang Zibo was still pressing.

Chen Hansheng occasionally echoed a couple of sentences, but in his mind he was the best friend from childhood to adulthood, who accompanied me to Sichuan and Chongqing for two consecutive years. Even if I knew that I would be beaten and scolded by Aunt Lu when I went home late, I still acquiesced in the end.

"Little Chen."

When Wang Zibo saw that Chen Hansheng hadn't spoken for a long time, he asked, "Have you slept yet?"

"Just let it go."

Chen Hansheng said.

"How do you deal with the two girls, Xiao Yuer and Shen Youchu, do you want to marry them?"

Wang Zibo asked suddenly, he hadn't forgotten the topic in the small kitchen.

"what?"

Chen Hansheng didn't seem to hear clearly.

"What are you going to do with Xiao Yu'er and Shen Youchu, do you want to marry both?"

Wang Zibo repeated it again.

"No, what did the last sentence say?"

"Did you sleep yet?"

"Sleep, don't bother me."

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The next morning, Chen Hansheng and Wang Zibo were woken up early to attend the wedding at the uncle's house.

However, the focus of the two is fundamentally different. Wang Zibo feels that the villagers here are really simple. They look at their eyes are curious and kind. When Wang Zibo nodded in greeting, whether adults or children were shyer than himself, they were all embarrassed. Turned.

The uncle's family was especially polite. Someone ran over and asked in substandard Mandarin: "College students, are you hungry, do you want to eat something to cushion your stomach?"

Wang Zibo used to be small and transparent whether at home or at school. Suddenly he was unaccustomed to receiving attention. He hurriedly refused other people’s kindness, and quietly asked Shen Youchu next to him: "What about Xiao Chen?"

"He went to see the bride."

Shen Youchu whispered.

"Really went..."

Wang Zibo was dumbfounded, Chen Hansheng really didn't regard himself as an outsider.

Not long after Chen Hansheng ran back, his mouth was full of wine: "My God, the fruit wine brewed here has a bit of stamina. I drank two bowls, and my head was a little dizzy."

Shen Youchu poured a cup of tea and handed it over: "Why are you drinking?"

After drinking the hot tea, Chen Hansheng wiped his mouth and said, "It's not your custom. The bride put up eight bowls of wine. The bridegroom is a younger brother than us. After drinking three bowls, I feel a little struggling. This person loves to fight injustices, so he helped drink two bowls."

Looking at the excitement, Wang Zibo tickled, "Xiao Chen, is the bride pretty?"

Chen Hansheng glanced at it sideways: "Just now I called you to go to see the bride together. You were holding the shelf, and now you want to know the answer. Wait, the newlyweds will come over to toast."

"I didn't hold the shelf either."

Wang Zibo murmured: "Everyone thinks we are college students, and we are here again as guests. It's rash to look at the bride to be too disregard of the image."

Chen Hansheng grinned: "Fortunately you are from Jianye Institute of Technology. If it were from MIT, the earth would not be able to hold you."

Soon there was a roaring noise outside, the uncle's daughter and son-in-law came to toast, and Wang Zibo hurriedly padd his feet.

Although the bride just wore an ordinary red dress, but because of the beauty of the sky, she drank a little wine, and her smile was charming and charming, and the whole living room was illuminated.

But the bridegroom was really young, and he might not even understand the meaning of marriage to him, so he stood around to toast.

He saw Chen Hansheng's blank face with a happy smile: "Brother University, thank you for helping me drink."

"Good talk, happy wedding."

Chen Hansheng laughed and drank another bowl boldly.

Wang Zibo looked sour in his heart~www.wuxiaspot.com~ He was not envious of his best friends, long-sleeved and good dancers, and his ability to mingle wherever he was.

Wang Zibo envied the bridegroom.

The beauty of this bride is a proper school flower at Jianye Polytechnic. It is not discounted at all. Even in schools like Dongda University, except for Xiao Rongyu, probably not much surpasses the bride.

Such a girl, because she was confined in the mountains and could not get out, had to marry such a sloppy groom.

To tell the truth, Wang Zibo is somewhat proud of a place where the per capita education is in elementary school, otherwise he would not hold the air.

However, now after seeing this newlywed couple.

How to put it, he somehow thought of Ximen Qing, Wu Dalang and Pan Jinlian.

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