My Love Style Is A Bit Abnormal

Chapter 363, [one life and one pair]

The rain in the Jiangnan area has almost no rules to follow.

The arrival time is impermanent, the departure time is swift.

The raindrops were in a string, and it fell for about half an hour, and the rain gradually weakened.

Although it has weakened, a drizzle like cotton needles is still falling from the sky.

Su Yunqing and the others had already returned to the apartment to bathe and change because of the rain.

Xiao Yi, because of his rough skin and thick flesh, didn't care about the rain. He was sitting under the eaves and farting leisurely with Uncle Li.

Taking a faint glance at the rain curtain in front of him, Uncle Li took a puff of dry smoke and sighed.

"Xiao Xiao, I'm going to stay here for a few days this time, right?"

Hearing this, Xiao Yi nodded and replied.

"Yeah, school starts in a few days."

"At that time, I have to trouble the uncle to worry more."

"What did you say?"

Glancing at Xiao Yi dissatisfied, Master Li replied.

"What is trouble?"

"Half of the old man has gone into the soil. It's too late to find something to be happy about at this time."

After speaking, Uncle Li sighed again.

"Actually, there are so many people who come to enjoy the flowers every day. Although I dislike it in my mouth, and occasionally drive away a few who are blind, I am actually satisfied."

"What a lively crowd."

"Otherwise, as soon as you close your eyes and the sun shines, a day has passed. How long can you live in this life? With so many people around, it's lively and lively, and it feels like the days are getting better."

After hearing this, Xiao Yi hurriedly laughed.

"What the uncle said, as far as you are, you are tougher than the average young man, and at least you can live another fifty years."

"Fifty years?"

Laughing and scolding, Uncle Li shook his head: "Then am I not the old man?"

At this moment, a small voice came from behind.

"Master, tell us the story of you and the aunt?"

Looking at the little three people who came together and changed their clothes, Uncle Li tapped the ash and smiled.

"I have a story with your aunt to tell."

"At that time, there was no such vigor and vigor in falling in love now. When your aunt and I got married, I didn't even know what each other looked like."

"Say it, say it, I want to hear it, anyway, the rain will stop for a while."

With a little pleading.

Amidst the falling flowers and light rain, Mr. Li fell into memory.

 …

Uncle Li's original name was Li Erzhu. When he was young, people in the village called him Zhuzi, but now those who are qualified to call him Zhuzi are gone, and the nickname Zhuzi has never been called again.

As for the aunt, her name seems to have a lot of culture. It is called Xu Qing. When the aunt was giving birth, it rained for many days. As a result, when she was born, the weather suddenly cleared up, so she had this name.

At that time, it was important to pay attention to the life of a parent and the words of the matchmaker. When the uncle and the aunt were adults, the matchmakers in the two villages and their parents negotiated this matter.

The uncle is a rough man. He has kept cattle in the club for more than ten years, and he has no culture. He naturally has no problem with his marriage, but the aunt is not happy. Although she is not happy, the thinking of that era was like this. Take charge of your own marriage.

So under the reluctance of the aunt, the two got married smoothly.

As a result, when the aunt saw the uncle, she instantly regretted it.

It's not that the uncle is ugly. He is a burly man because he often runs cattle and runs. He looks like a good farmer, but because he often goes up mountains and rivers, he has several scars on his face.

When the aunt saw him, how could she think he was a good person?

But things are a foregone conclusion, and the family will be stabbed in the spine if they want to go back on it.

There was no romantic passion to speak of in the days that followed.

Uncle Li married a wife and worked harder, but the two did not have a common language. Uncle Li went out to work during the day and came back to clean up the housework at night.

In ordinary days, the two built a new house and had more children.

Life seems to have been going on like this for decades, right up to the end of life.

After babbling on, Uncle Li took a puff of cigarette and a look of reminiscence appeared on his face.

"Your aunt was so pretty when she was young."

"The moment I saw her, I thought, I must have accumulated virtue in my last life, and I can only marry her in this life."

"But I'm stupid and can't say nice things, and I don't know what waste is to make a girl happy. I just think that doing more work and making more money will make her live a good life earlier."

After listening to the story of the uncle and aunt, the atmosphere at the scene was very calm.

Su Yunqing pursed her lips, a little moved in her eyes.

In her opinion, the uncle's story is indeed very bland, but it is precisely because of this bland and warm life that it truly interprets what it means to be one person in a lifetime.

Sometimes heartbeat doesn't come from love.

Love is not just passion and romance.

The gorgeously faded chai, rice, oil, salt, sauce and vinegar tea is the true essence of love.

Seeing the four little guys lay there in a daze, Uncle Li knocked on the cigarette stick and laughed.

"Why are you standing still?"

"I heard the story, and the sun came out, so do whatever you need to do."

Xiao Yi and the others looked up, only to realize that the light rain had stopped.

The sun smiled again from behind the clouds, and a dazzling rainbow hung in the distant sky.

Hee hee smiled, and Xiao Xiao walked out of the eaves holding the basket with petals.

Xiao Yi and the others also got up.

Uncle Li carried the rattan chair to the old place and continued to doze leisurely.

…………

After the rain, the sea of ​​flowers is even more delicate, and the fragrant aroma penetrates into the nostrils in the rippling breeze.

Because some of the petals were soaked in the rain, Xiao Yi and Su Yunqing carefully re-dried those petals on the table.

Xiaoxiao and Qingyi continued to pick up fallen petals in the sea of ​​flowers.

Looking at the senior sister with ruddy cheeks and jade-like skin, Xiao Yi stretched out his hand and poked her back in a soft voice.

"Yunqing~"

Su Yunqing, who was working hard, was taken aback by Xiao Yi's action, and listening to his name, her breathing was obviously a lot disordered.

"What's wrong?"

Not daring to look back at Xiao Yi, Su Yunqing whispered.

"Do you believe what the uncle said just now?"

Xiao Yi asked.

"Of course you believe it, why don't you believe it?"

Not understanding why Xiao Yi asked this question, Su Yunqing replied subconsciously.

"I'm not saying that there is something wrong with the story of the uncle and the aunt, I mean that he said he doesn't understand romance. Look, what is he doing, shhh, don't look up and peek."

"Do you think he doesn't know how to waste?"

Following Xiao Yi's instructions, Su Yunqing secretly looked at the uncle from the corner of his eye.

I saw that Uncle Li, who was still taking a nap on the rattan chair just now, has come to Huahai for a walk.

Occasionally glanced in the direction of Xiao Yi and the others, and saw that they hadn't noticed him.

Uncle Li immediately took off a flower and carried it behind his back, and then immediately changed his back to the front of his chest, and walked slowly towards the direction of the apartment as if nothing had happened.

(The first one.)

(End of this chapter)