The Evil Man’s Lazy Lady

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Shulan was woken up by her aunt, and Zhu Shi changed her into a plain white shirt and skirt. Apart from the two buns, there were no hair accessories on her head, and even the headband was pear white.

"Alan, your father is here to pick you up. Be obedient for a while, you know?"

Looking at her aunt who lowered her head and smiled, Shu Lan nodded obediently, suddenly feeling a little nervous.

These days, she has hardly seen her grandfather and two uncles. When she went to look for her grandmother, she could always hear her sighing softly or heavily. The maids in the family walked quietly, and they did not speak like they used to. Just kidding, even when Brother Yuanbao came over, he was often dazed and looked at her with a look she didn't understand.

What disturbed her the most was the plain white dress.

Everyone said that she was good-looking and most suitable for wearing pink. Whether it was at home or at her grandmother's house, most of the clothes prepared for her were pink, and then there were bright colors such as lotus root, apricot yellow, and plum red. Except for the middle clothes, she seemed Rarely wear plain white. The time I remember most clearly was the days when the second aunt of the Xiao family died...

She suddenly thought of the day Xiao Lang came, the maid came in and said something, he ran away, and then the talents around him changed in various ways.

Shu Lan became more and more nervous. Before stepping out of the house, she suddenly remembered something, and gently took Zhu Shi's hand: "Auntie, do you know that Uncle Xiao got lost in the mountains? Has he come back?" The big almond eyes looked at Zhu Shi expectantly, and deep in her eyes was a fear she didn't even realize.

Zhu Shi sighed lightly, patted her head, but did not speak.

Those who are troubled will sigh, this is one of the few words that Shu Lan remembers.

Then she saw Daddy in a gray shirt, his eyes were sunken, his face was pale, and he seemed to have lost a lot of weight. The elder brother standing beside him had red eyes, and he lowered his head as soon as he met her gaze.

When she got into the carriage, Daddy put on a sackcloth and sackcloth himself, then handed one to his brother, and finally took out a small one to put it on outside for her, the memories that he thought he had forgotten all of a sudden flooded up, Shu Lan. Unbelievably, he touched the rough hemp belt, which was a bit gritty, and murmured, "Dad, is anyone in our village dead again?"

Shu Maoting also patted her head, "Alan is good, your second uncle Xiao is gone, you go and kowtow to him."

Shulan wanted to ask "Where did Uncle Xiao go?", but she couldn't ask, because she knew what "going" meant.

She just didn't understand, how could Second Uncle Xiao die? He was so tall, taller than Daddy, so strong, his arms were thicker than his own legs, and his hair was so black, how could he suddenly die?

She didn't believe it, but tears flowed out of her own accord.

When the carriage entered the village, Shu Lan heard a mournful suona and a few dry hoarse cries. She raised the curtain of the carriage and saw several people in white clothes walking around the village, throwing paper money as they walked. That is the custom of the village. Before the burial, relatives and family members must cry around the village, build a small house only two feet high with bricks in the eastern field, worship, and then start from the other direction. After returning home, the next step is to carry the coffin to Beishan's cemetery for burial.

Xiao Lang's family has only one relative, that is his grandfather and uncle.

Shu Lan still wanted to distinguish who was in the group of people in white, and wanted to find the tall and thin figure, but the carriage had already driven past.

Shu Maoting took his daughter down, led her inside, stopped at last, and said to the two brothers and sisters, "Go and kowtow to the second uncle."

Shu Zhan led his sister over, knelt down next to Xiao Lang, bowed solemnly to the scarlet coffin, and slammed his head on the ground, making a muffled sound. When he got up, he wanted to say something to Xiao Lang, but felt it was useless to say anything, patted him on the shoulder, stepped aside silently, and made room for his sister.

Shu Lan looked at the big red coffin, and walked forward dumbly, kowtowing like she did just now.

The moment her head touched the ground, she remembered many things from her childhood.

Second Uncle Xiao came back after hitting the pheasant, and specially used the beautiful tail feathers of the pheasant to make a shuttlecock for her and her sister, which was even more beautiful than the ones sold in the warehouse, although she could only kick it twice. The apricots on the tree in the summer were ripe, and she couldn't reach them, so Second Uncle Xiao lifted her up at once, high and steady. Xiao Lang bullied her. If her mother didn’t believe it, she went to Uncle Xiao to complain. Uncle Xiao didn’t ask Xiao Lang, grabbed his arm and hit his ass, and asked her to follow him. When they returned from hunting in autumn, Uncle Xiao would pick a large handful of red mountain dates for them to eat, sour and sweet. In the cold winter, Uncle Xiao would come over to have a drink with Daddy. The two sat cross-legged on both ends of the kang table, and she slept aside. When they woke up, Uncle Xiao could hear heartily talking about interesting things in the mountains...

However, the second uncle Xiao, who loves her and pets her, is now lying in this coffin and will never wake up again.

She whimpered and cried, and the crying became louder and louder. Slowly, she couldn't control it. The crying turned into sobbing, and she was almost unable to breathe...

He picked her up with both hands, patted her back gently, and coaxed softly.

Shu Lan leaned against her father's shoulder, as if she had found the most powerful support, and slowly calmed down.

Carrying the coffin, going up the mountain, being buried, filling the earth, burying the tombstone...

Shu Lan leaned beside her sister and watched all this silently. Tears flowed out and would be wiped away by her sister.

When everyone dispersed, only Xiao Lang, kneeling, and the four members of the Shu family were left in front of the grave.

Qin Shi and her husband looked at each other, took Shulan aside, squatted in front of her and asked softly, "Alan, Second Uncle Xiao died, are you sad?"

Shu Lan nodded, and the big tears rolled down.

Qin Shi wiped it off for her, "Even you are so sad, so tell me, how sad is Ah Lang?"

Shu Lan was stunned for a moment, and then she looked at the figure who had been kneeling, yes, that was his father, if her father died... no, her father would not die! Shu Lan refused to think about it, because it was just a thought, and she couldn't stand it with sadness.

"Alan is good, your wolf brother has been sad for two days without eating. Mother is going home to cook now. You should coax him. Your wolf brother has always loved you the most. If you comfort him, he will be better. You can take him to our house for dinner, okay?"

Shu Lan was a little afraid to stay with Xiao Lang, but she looked at her mother's red and swollen eyes, and then looked at Xiao Lang's lonely back, thinking that the two people he loved had left him, and he was all alone in this world. One of them, Shu Lan felt that he was pitiful and nodded.

Qin shi gave her a rewarding kiss, said something to Xiao Lang in the past, and then went down the mountain with the three of them. She knew that Xiao Lang was a sensible child, and even if he didn't go home, he wouldn't have the heart to watch his daughter stay with him for one night, or let her go down the mountain by herself.

There was a gentle breeze, and in the distance there was a gorgeous and dazzling sunset. Looking at the brilliant light, Xiao Lang's back became more and more desolate.

Shu Lan walked over step by step, knelt down beside Xiao Lang, peeked at him, saw him staring at the tomb, as if she didn't know she was next to her, and after thinking about it, she moved to the opposite side of him, because She was short and looked up to meet his lowered gaze.

At this moment, his eyes were no longer the deep and icy cold that made her deeply jealous, but a blank and empty space. The so-called lost soul is probably like this.

"Brother Wolf, don't be sad anymore, go home for dinner with me?" Shu Lan tentatively stretched out her hand and put it on Xiao Lang's hand. How could this be? She remembered that his hands were always warm!

The moment she retracted her hand, Shu Lan noticed that Xiao Lang's arm seemed to move.

This time, she stretched out her hands, wrapped Xiao Lang's hands inside, and muttered to herself, "Are you cold? Then I'll keep you warm." In winter, every time she came in from outside, her elder sister would Warm herself with her warm hands.

Xiao Lang didn't move, Shu Lan didn't care about him, covered this hand, and went to hold the other one, and when she felt that it was almost the same, she looked up to see Xiao Lang's reaction, and was surprised to find that he was looking at her , there is an inexplicable light flashing in his eyes.

Shu Lan instinctively wanted to withdraw her hand, but Xiao Lang held it back. He said in a hoarse voice, "Alan, I'm so thirsty..."

thirsty? Shu Lan couldn't help looking at his lips, seeing the dryness there, she couldn't help swallowing, and lowered her head: "Then let's go home, there is water at home..."

"But I want to drink it now." He stared at her full lips and whispered.

"There is no water here..."

Shu Lan looked up in confusion, and before she could finish speaking, a pair of dry lips covered her, eagerly reaching into her mouth, sucking like crazy.

"Uuu..." She struggled in resistance, but was pressed tightly against his chest by his arms, he knelt, and she knelt, but she was so much lower than him, and could only be imprisoned by him to bear his demands. He was really thirsty, and he couldn't wait to hold her lips, grab her tongue, and **** all the sweetness that belonged to her.

When Shu Lan thought that this time would be the same as last time, he would not stop until she couldn't breathe, but Xiao Lang backed out. His arms were still tightly around her, but he gently rubbed her forehead with his forehead, and his warm breath tickled on his face.

Shu Lan opened her eyes curiously.

The two were too close, she couldn't see Xiao Lang at all, she only knew that his eyes were closed. She couldn't help moving her gaze downward. At this moment, she seemed to see two tears dripping down, but Shu Lan quickly determined that Xiao Lang was really crying, because the tears fell on her lips, salty.

"Alan, now I only have you..."

A faint whisper, like a sigh, entered his ears.

Shu Lan was stunned for a while, not quite understanding what he meant. Just as he was about to ask, Xiao Lang suddenly stood up, took her hand and said, "Alan, let's go home."

The dead cannot be resurrected, he understands this truth better than anyone else.

To live is to look forward.

The author has something to say: I think the male protagonist and the female protagonist are quite compatible, one is deep, the other is simple...don't shoot me.

In fact, they all live by nature.

Xiao Lang was a wolf in his previous life, and his life was destined to be uneventful. He hunted and fought to kill, and he was reborn with memories. He would definitely adapt to everything as soon as possible and live a good life. But he also has a self-willed and unsuitable side. He doesn't like the imperial examinations and doesn't like to socialize. He likes to hunt and live in the mountains...

As for Shulan, the sloth is introduced in the wedge, an animal that sleeps most of the time. Her life is like a blank sheet of paper. Reincarnated as an adult, she actually followed her nature, eating, sleeping, sleeping, and eating. She liked her family and was close to them. If she didn't know that Xiao Lang was the guy who wanted to eat her, she would also be close to him.

Some parents seem to think that the female lead is not worthy of the male lead. How do you say this, maybe everyone is used to seeing independent female leads? Alas, if I wrote that the heroine is from Cat Travel, loves to sleep, and is smart, I would probably satisfy you all...

There's a lot of nonsense today, don't blame...