Xiao Shuman gently twisted the wool tail of Chu Hao's red scarf and smiled:

"Xiao Hao, why are you wearing such thick clothes at your aunt's house? Don't cover yourself up to make you sweat. Take it off quickly. You are not hot, but I feel hot just looking at you..."

Xiao Tingting, the girl, was also smiling and helping:

"That's right, brother Xiaohao, hurry up, take off your clothes when I tell you to, don't wait too long..."

Hearing this, Chu Hao showed a trace of imperceptible embarrassment on his face. He pretended to tighten the cotton-padded jacket unconsciously, scratched the back of his head and said with a smile:

"Aunt Xiao, I'm not hot. I have a cold constitution. It's just right to wear so many clothes. I'm afraid of catching a cold if I take them off..."

This scene was so similar to the previous life. Xiao Shuman was afraid that he would be hot and asked him to take off his cotton-padded jacket. Chu Hao felt inferior to the densely patched sweater inside and stammered for excuses, never agreeing.

It wasn't until the two of them got acquainted with each other later that she saw his old sweater that his father had passed down to him.

People who were born in rural areas in the 1980s returned to the great capital for the first time, and the inferiority complex deep in their hearts was like a tide, submerging in every aspect.

Not only was he afraid of showing his timidity in front of others and making others laugh at him as a country bumpkin, but he was also extremely eager to change himself.

They also want to be like the handful of well-dressed and fashionable male classmates, walking on campus with their heads held high, and encountering a romantic love that is unforgettable and unique to them.

The so-called fair lady, the gentleman is a good player!

The reality was that just as they gritted their teeth and walked up to the girl, they were about to start a conversation and test her.

When my eyes fell on the fashionable clothes of other beautiful girls, I couldn't help but feel ashamed when I thought about the old clothes and old trousers I was wearing. I was afraid that they were even older than me.

In the end, he chose to silently cover the collar of his yellowed and wrinkled shirt, glanced down at his old cloth shoes that were almost worn out on the soles of his feet, and walked away quickly.

At this time, he was just reliving the experience of his previous life. He was in the boudoir of Xiao Shuman, a single woman, and the other party asked him to take off his clothes with a smile. It was a bit too intimate. His reply was watertight.

However, Xiao Shuman did not intend to stop there. The more Chu Hao behaved like this, the more she guessed that the other party might be sweating and was just too embarrassed to take off his cotton-padded jacket.

Wearing such a thick cotton-padded jacket indoors with a stove burning, and a scarf wrapped around your neck, it would be strange not to sweat.

"Xiao Tingting, if you haven't finished your homework yet, and if you continue to mess around, I will give away your candied haws tree..."

She first glared at Xiao Tingting angrily and told her to hurry up and do her homework. Then she rolled her eyes at him angrily, showed her majesty as an aunt, and said half-jokingly and half-seriously:

"Xiao Hao, if you feel cold, you can sit by the stove and warm yourself up to warm yourself up. You are wearing a cotton-padded jacket and a scarf like this, and you can't warm yourself up. Be obedient and take it off, just so that your aunt can take a look at your cotton-padded jacket.

, it looks like it was just made not long ago, did your mother make it for you..."

"Hey, Aunt Xiao, why is this so embarrassing..."

Chu Hao pretended to squirm a few times, and at Xiao Shuman's urging, he reluctantly took off his cotton-padded jacket and scarf.

The yellowed old sweater with patches inside was revealed. It was originally supposed to be white, but after being worn for a long time, it inevitably turned yellow under the dim light.

The moment she saw the old sweater, Xiao Shuman was startled for a moment, and then she reacted and blushed a little, obviously understanding the reason why the other party had been unwilling to take off her clothes obediently.

She pursed her lips, her face full of apologies, and hesitated to speak. Chu Hao got ahead of her, clumsily covering the cracked hole, and said with a wry smile:

"I'm sorry, Aunt Xiao, for making you laugh. This is the wool sweater my mother knitted for my father. They didn't expect me to be admitted to college. Time is tight. My mother doesn't have time to knit a new one. So I might as well wash it.

Then he brought it to me..."

His clumsily concocted lies could not deceive Xiao Shuman. Although he did not say a word of poverty in his mouth, he revealed the hardships of a poor family in a small mountain village.

People tend to be soft-hearted towards seemingly weak things, like a weak little rabbit falling into a trap, like Chu Hao, who in Xiao Shuman's imagination should be struggling at the poverty line, has low self-esteem and is timid, and is cautious about capital cities.

In fact, Chu Hao's hometown, the Hetao Plain in Meng District, is rich in water and grass. Every household has sheep, pigs, chickens and dogs. After the household quota is guaranteed, there will be a bumper harvest every year.

Even when there was a severe famine across the country, the people in the Hetao Plain in the Mongolian District were never hungry.

This geomantic treasure land that was once coveted by the Xiongnu in ancient times is no exaggeration to say that if it weren’t for its remote location and rampant gangsters, in a few decades it would be one of the two heroes of the Mongolian region along with the rustic Ordos!

As the saying goes, a skilled hunter often appears in the form of prey. Xiao Shuman looked at Chu Hao, who was covered in holes and patches with a forced smile, as if he had stripped naked and exposed his greatest weakness in front of her eyes.

"You kid, I thought you had some treasure hidden inside..."

Her eyes became softer and softer, and she resolved his embarrassment with a smile:

"You're so tall, you've ripped a hole in your sweater. Take it off quickly, I'll help you patch it up..."

"Ah, do you still need to take it off? It's not Aunt Xiao. If I take it off again, I will only be left with a big vest..."

Chu Hao looked confused.

Before Xiao Shuman could say anything, Xiao Tingting, a little girl, clicked her tongue and jumped off the stool.

He threw himself behind Chu Hao and raised his hand to flip up the back of Chu Hao's sweater:

"I said what are you doing? If my mother tells you to take off your clothes, you should take them off. Why are you acting like a mother-in-law like a woman? It's as if we two are trying to do something to you...

..."

Chu Hao was caught off guard, and the sweater went through his head. Xiao Tingting, who couldn't bear it, simply tore it off roughly and threw it into Xiao Shuman's arms on the bedside.

"Xiao Tingting, I think your skin is itchy..."

Xiao Shuman was furious. Just as she was scolding her, her throat itched and she coughed violently uncontrollably.

"Oh Mom, didn't you ask Brother Haozi to take off his sweater? Look at the way he is rubbing his body, as if he is afraid that you will see his body. I don't want to see others dragging their feet in doing things, so I might as well help him.

Slightly..."

While speaking, Xiao Tingting gave Chu Hao a small look, which clearly meant that Brother Haozi, you will be of use if I give you a chance, don't hesitate, go boldly...

Chu Hao was speechless. He always felt that there was something wrong with Xiao Tingting today. It was a familiar but strange feeling. He couldn't tell what was wrong.
Chapter completed!