Xu Zheng stood beside him, feeling at a loss: "Cousin, is the friend you just mentioned him?"

Shi Sangluo walked to the door and looked at it. There was no one outside, and there was not even a car.

The road in the small village is a bit bumpy, and occasionally two dogs are looking around on the side of the road.

"Sang Luo, is this your friend? He is so tall! The young man is quite energetic!"

It's the voice of my cousin.

Shi Sangluo turned around and walked back, and saw that his cousin and aunt came out, surrounded Fu Chengyuan with a smile, and Xu Zheng came out of the room, poured a glass of water and handed it to him.

Fu Chengyuan frowned and took it hesitantly, but hesitated to take it, but he had no intention of drinking it.

My cousin greeted him warmly: "This is a good tea! Dahongpao in Wuyi Mountain! Try it!"

My cousin put on the apron again: "Well, I'll go cook now, you guys sit first."

My cousin quickly greeted: "Fry that piece of bacon! Add more!"

Fu Chengyuan shook his head slightly: "That, I won't eat it anymore, I've eaten it."

"Hey, you are Sang Luo's friend, how can you not eat? Just think this is my own home, I have a bottle of Moutai, I will take it out and let's drink it together!"

As he said that, his cousin called his son to get the wine quickly.

"Cousin." Shi Sangluo shouted: "Don't let Xu Zheng be busy, he...he won't drink."

My cousin was stunned for a moment: "...Isn't you drinking?"

"Well, he still has to drive and can't drink."

"Oh, that's right, you can't drink it by driving, so drink tea! This Dahongpao is so authentic..."

Fu Chengyuan just pursed his lips and smiled faintly, but he was still holding the cup and didn't put it to his lips for a second.

My cousin enthusiastically introduced his third floor, "...It's quite spacious and has good lighting. I heard Sang Luo say you are a painter? That happens, we have no high-rise buildings since we have been in a small village. You can watch the sunrise on the roof, the stars at night, and occasionally the Milky Way!"

Fu Chengyuan said "yes", but obviously he was very uncomfortable.

Seeing that he didn't respond much, my cousin thought he had said something wrong, so he laughed dryly and waved to Shi Sangluo: "Sangluo, come on, I'll tell you about the customs in our hometown. Xu Zheng, please greet this uncle."

Xu Zheng was also a little dull donkey. On the surface, he nodded and agreed, but in fact he could only stare at Fu Chengyuan, and no one said anything about the two dull gourds.

Shi Sangluo followed his cousin into the room, "What's wrong with cousin?"

My cousin closed the door and whispered in the direction of Fu Chengyuan outside: "Sang Luo, your friend looks quite a status. I didn't say anything I shouldn't say just now, right?"

Shi Sangluo shook his head: "No, don't think too much."

"But I see that he has always been cold, and he doesn't talk much when I talk. They are from a big city, so they may be more particular. My cousin and your aunt are used to being free and unrestrained. If there is anything that doesn't say, please remind us and let that young man take more responsibility."

Shi Sangluo looked at his cousin's fearful look and felt a little sad.

When her mother passed away, her cousin and aunt were busy, and now she still had to be so humble about her so-called "friend" and even speaks with fear. She really felt sorry for her.

"He can't live for long, and will go back to H tonight."

My cousin blinked: "Then won't he stay here at night? Didn't he say he wanted to stay in a homestay and paint?"

"...I'll help him find where his original homestay is, and let him move in the afternoon."

"Actually, we have a place to live..."

Shi Sangluo sighed again.

Fu Chengyuan has very strict requirements on hotels. It is impossible to live in ordinary rooms in hotels, let alone such a farmhouse.

"Cousin, I'll ask him about the name and general location of the homestay."

When my cousin saw that Sang Luo had made up his mind, he could only respond: "Okay, you asked me and you are not familiar with this place. I will take you there after dinner."

"good."

Fu Chengyuan stood under the persimmon tree in the small yard for a while, then looked up.

This season, all the leaves on the persimmon tree fell out, leaving only a tree of yellow and orange persimmons, which looked particularly festive.

"This is delicious," Xu Zheng saw him looking at the persimmons and finally found the topic: "Do you want to eat it? I can climb up and pick it."

After thinking about it, I added: "I don't have any money, I'll give it to you."

A few chirping sounds came from the top of the tree, and it was a gray magpie, who fell on the branches of the persimmon tree to peck on the persimmon tree and eat it.

Xu Zheng said: "Our persimmons are the best, and the ones that birds eat are the sweetest."
Chapter completed!