The Pioneer of the Rebirth Era

In the evening, Yang Dongxu drank a little rice wine, but he couldn't help but always think of some messy pictures. The plump body of the goddess in the previous film was always dangling in his mind, which made him very crazy.

So drinking some rice wine makes me feel dizzy and easy to fall asleep. Before rebirth, Yang Dongxu didn't like drinking very much. He drank some beer at most in summer, and visited relatives to deal with a few glasses at the end of the year, so his drinking capacity was very light.

Besides, he was only an eight-year-old child at this time, so after a few cups of rice wine, he fell asleep quickly on a bamboo bed that had been smoked with wormwood and had no mosquitoes.

In the haze, there seemed to be a person lying next to him who smelled delicious, so he hugged him subconsciously, and seemed to grab something that made him comfortable, adjusted his posture and continued to sleep sweetly.

After taking a shower, her hair was still coiled behind her head, fearing that her hair would be messy when she got up tomorrow and she would have to wash it. Anyway, Zhou Ya, who was coiled high, didn't affect her sleep. Not long after she got down, she felt Yang Dongxu leaning over. .

Turning her head slowly, she glanced at Yang Dongxu in the bright moonlight, seeing that he was sleeping very sweetly, even with a trace of saliva hanging from the corner of his mouth, so Zhou Ya breathed a sigh of relief, and moved her body quietly.

Yang Dongxu, who was sleeping, just came over subconsciously, so he felt hot after a long time. After all, although autumn has entered at the end of September, the autumn tiger is still fierce. So when Zhou Ya left, Yang Dongxu smacked his mouth a few times, dreaming of something delicious and didn't come closer.

It was not the first time for two people to sleep on the same bed. In the old courtyard, there was no way to sleep in the house in summer, so when they were enjoying the shade in the courtyard at night, the two of them would lie on the same mat.

Sometimes in winter Zhou Yiren would not come to work overtime, and the rope under the small bed was full of holes and not insulated at all, so she would sleep with Yang Dongxu under the same quilt.

A seven or eight-year-old brat and a sixteen-year-old girl with stunted growth like bean sprouts are both children in Zhou Yiren's eyes, and he doesn't care if they sleep together.

For example, there is only one big bamboo bed in the courtyard now. Before old man Xuan moved to live in the big courtyard, it was very comfortable to spread a mat per person on the cool stone slab that had been sprinkled in advance like Zhou Yiren. , Yang Dongxu and Zhou Ya were lying on the bamboo bed.

This habit has been formed so no one cares, even if Zhou Ya is no longer the bean sprouts a year ago, sufficient food, safe environment, and busy work gave her hope for the future, and now she has developed It's not bad.

In other words, old man Xuan found out, but he didn't care that even the child bride discussed with Yang Dongxu, while Zhou Yiren was still in the habit of forgetting, he was too busy every day and didn't care.

After all, when the child is not around, he suddenly feels taller when he sees it. Zhou Ya dangles in front of him every day. Even if he grows a lot, his body can develop and gradually have the embryonic form of a big girl. He doesn't feel anything. Obtrusive place.

Pulling up some crumpled clothes, Zhou Yace turned to face Yang Dongxu, and kept looking at his small face.

Looking at her, she couldn't help stretching out her fingers, gently stroked Yang Dongxu's eyebrows, touched his eyelashes, and then showed a smile on her face: "The eyelashes are quite long."

Yang Dongxu actually looks good, not to mention that he looks better than Pan Anshen, but his chubby face adds a bit of joy, and in the heart of an adult in his forties, he is very confident and calm in doing things, This makes his temperament look different from other children, plus he has pretty good facial features, so the more he looks at it, the more attractive he is.

"You must be a bad embryo when you grow up." As if thinking of the feeling of Yang Dongxu's small hands grabbing her breasts just now, Zhou Ya reached out and pinched Yang Dongxu's chubby little face with a doting look on her face.

Although Yang Dongxu usually acts like a little adult, he is only an eight-year-old child after all. And Zhou Ya has changed from an extremely insecure country boy who is wary of the outside world to a small boss who is now in charge of the entire Yang family banquet and keeps everything in order.

All of this has something to do with Yang Dongxu's contact. It was this little boy who gave her confidence and hope of survival during her most panicked and helpless years. So I don't know when, even though she and Zhou Yiren have resumed a normal father-daughter relationship, she is still closer to Yang Dongxu.

Squeezing Yang Dongxu's small face, Zhou Ya seemed to relieve her anger, and rubbed the place where she pinched again. Although she didn't use much force just now, she was still afraid that it would hurt Yang Dongxu, so she moved her mouth and kissed Yang Dongxu's forehead. Zhou Ya just looked at it like this Yang Dongxu slowly fell asleep.

She didn't feel the embarrassment of being grabbed by Yang Dongxu's chest just now, nor did she become angry, or there was something wrong with continuing to sleep with Yang Dongxu, everything seemed so natural without the slightest filth.

When he woke up the next morning, Yang Dongxu stretched his waist and glanced at Zhou Ya. Although he saw those white and slender thighs and the developed breasts that seemed to be without underwear, Yang Dongxu didn’t look like yesterday. Look at Jin Qiaoqiao's restlessness.

Everything seems so natural, jump out of bed and wash first, run to the door and open the door, the old man Xuan will arrive soon, first do some stretching exercises, and then one breath is divided into several beats, which seems to be chaotic but very rhythmic. fist.

Old man Xuan went to the kitchen to boil water, then slipped the tub and the tub into the yard with one hand, poured boiling water into it and started soaking herbs.

It has been more than an hour since the snake shape was hit, and now Yang Dongxu's big joints are numb and no longer painful when he is doing the snake shape.

While Yang Dongxu was soaking the medicine, Zhou Yiren got up and began to wash, and said hello to the old man Xuan who was watching Yang Dongxu keep breathing rhythm by the side of the medicine bucket.

After soaking the medicine, Yang Dongxu put on his clothes not long after he came out, Zhou Ya also woke up, and called Grandpa Xuan sweetly, causing old man Xuan to add a few wrinkles to the corners of his eyes, wash up first, then put down his hair and go back to the room to change his clothes .

At this time, the old man Xuan had already brought the buns steamed in the pot when the water was boiling just now to the stone table. The fragrant millet porridge was served with crunchy radish pickles, and he was eating a few big meat buns with rich gravy. It was a pleasure to eat delicious breakfast.

Zhou Yiren went to work, Zhou Ya cleaned up the mess, and old man Xuan sat there without moving. A pot of tea was already brewed on the stone table next to him. He was reading some book he didn’t know found in Zhou Yiren’s room. Sipping a sip of tea at the same time is very comfortable.

Zhou Ya packed up all the dishes and chopsticks. If Wu Aibing hadn't come, she would have sent Yang Dongxu to school. After all, Zhou Yiren's work direction was in the southeast, and Yang Dongxu's school was in the northwest.

Riding a bicycle to send Yang Dongxu to school, Zhou Yahui will first clean the small yard inside and out, and then go to Yang's banquet to help. This is a hardworking girl.

And when she cleaned up the yard and was ready to lock up and go to Yang's family banquet, old man Xuan also finished a pot of tea. If the book in his hand was interesting, he could take it to Yang's family banquet and continue reading. This other.

At this time, Zhou Ya will clean up the teapot on the stone table, and the two of them will go to the Yang family banquet together. She will do all the preparations before lunch, and old man Yi will play chess with old man Xuan if he is free.

If he didn't have time, the old man Xuan would wander around, and if someone came to look for him, he would leave and continue to help Yang Dongxu collect things. The beginning of the day looks ordinary, but everyone has a smile on their faces. Perhaps this kind of ordinaryness is also called happiness.

Yang Dongxu, who finished his meal on Saturday morning, did not go to the Yang Family Banquet, but took his official car and old man Xuan to the courtyard.

At this time, the courtyard house was ready for people to live in, and Old Man Xuan lived here. In fact, the entrance to the basement is very secret and no one needs to watch here. It's just that old man Xuan said that it's easy to panic if the house is not occupied, so he moved over from the small courtyard.

"Are you sure you haven't been fooled by someone?" Yang Dongxu looked at the cue in his hand, and then at the stone ball on the table. Next to him was a copy of "The First Volume of the Pill Classic" written in traditional Chinese characters. Stupid.

"I've never looked past things before. It's hard to say about the cue and the stone ball. The patterns and marks on it are a bit wrong, but this painting is definitely authentic." Old man Xuan snorted coldly, obviously very upset when Yang Dongxu questioned his professional ability .

But this thing is too speechless, right? Because what Yang Dongxu is holding in his hand is nothing else but a golf club, that's right, it's a golf club. He's never played with it, but he's seen it on TV.

And that painting is called "Ming Xuanzong Xing Le Picture", which means that golf is not an elegant sport introduced from abroad in his impression, but our ancestors started playing it as early as the Ming Dynasty. Ruined the three views.

"But this thing, this thing." Yang Dongxu didn't know what to say for a while.

The ancestors had already started playing golf, not only playing but also having game guides such as the first volume of "The Classic of Pills", and Yang Dongxu stuttered for a while.

"Chui Wan means hitting a stone ball with a small stick. Don't talk nonsense if you don't understand, and question my eyesight." Old man Xuan raised his chin and stroked his goatee and glanced at Yang Dongxu, with the eyes of an expert looking at a ground turtle, but Then he became a little puzzled again: "You have seen this thing, otherwise how would you know it is fake?"

Confused by Yang Dongxu's questioning just now, old man Xuan finally realized why Yang Dongxu said this thing was fake. It stands to reason that Yang Dongxu, who knows nothing about antique appreciation, should not know what this thing is.

"I haven't seen it much, I haven't seen it much, even if I'm a little surprised that my ancestor is so good at playing. What material is this cue made of?" Yang Dongxu made a fool of himself and changed the subject.

He can't say that he has seen golf, but he saw it on TV. Now this sport is not popular all over the world and it is regarded as a high-pressure sport.

"The wood is simple. The southern big bamboo is used as the base material, and then reinforced with beef tendon and beef glue. The material is not a precious wood. After all, this thing needs to be picked up and beaten. Although the wood of huanghuali is hard enough, it is too heavy and inconvenient." Old man Xuan took a look at Yang Dongxu and didn't find anything wrong, so he didn't ask.

"Oh." Yang Dongxu was a little disappointed to hear that it wasn't some precious wood.

But if this "Ming Xuanzong Xingle Picture" is real, it is also an antique, and it is also an antique calligraphy and painting that is not easy to preserve, and it is also very valuable, so he is happy again.

Then old man Xuan took out some antiques to introduce to Yang Dongxu.