166. Chapter 166 The three-legged toad (please vote for me, please vote for recommendations)
Author: Lao Tuo
Chapter 166 The three-legged toad (please vote for me, please vote for recommendations)
In Xu Hongdou's room.
Zhang Wentao was sitting on the corner of the sofa, with jealousy written all over his face.
His aunt took over the video and when she saw the shy Xu Hongdou, she smiled brightly and happily.
Zhang Wentao, who didn't say a few words and was looking for trouble, rolled aside consciously.
On the screen, Zhang Xin was obviously an elder, but she acted more embarrassed than Xu Hongdou, whose cheeks were completely red.
Her hands were not big enough to cover the corners of her smiling mouth, but they could not hide the smiles in the corners of her eyes.
Zhang Wentao took a sneak peek and wondered how many crow's feet his aunt, who was smiling so hard she could hardly see her eyes, would have grown tonight.
Zhang Xin laughed for a while before she returned to some normality and started chatting with Xu Hongdou.
Compared with her appearance on the screen, the content of the chat seemed a bit straight to the point. What she said was that she hoped the two of them would go back to the BJ as soon as possible, and it would be best for the parents of both parties to meet as soon as possible.
Hearing this, Xu Hongdou, who was very shy, took a lot of effort to bring the topic back.
Her current expression showed that she was a little nervous when she saw her elders, she was a little shy when she saw the other party's parents, and she also felt a little embarrassed because of the other party's over enthusiasm.
The two of them had only been dating for a few days, so it would be too hasty to settle down like this... However, she was considerate and understood that this was the inherent thought of the older generation.
It's not good or bad, it just seems a little rushed.
"Auntie, I'm traveling here, and I'll go back to BJ with Wen Tao to see you."
"Daughter, Wen Tao is a kid with a lot of troubles and always keeps his words to himself. If he makes you angry, tell your aunt and don't wrong yourself." Zhang Xin calmed down her excitement and finally said something.
If it's relatively long.
"Okay, Auntie."
Xu Hongdou responded with a smile. After speaking, she turned her head and gave Zhang Wentao a look, as if to say: Look, even your aunt said that you are pretentious despite having many things going on.
"Haha..." Zhang Wentao also gave his own response to this look.
His voice was very low, but Zhang Xin still noticed the sudden frown on Xu Hongdou's face on the video screen, so she said, "Daughter, give the phone to Tao Zi, and I'll have a word with him."
"Okay, Auntie."
Hearing Zhang Xin's words, Xu Hongdou smiled knowingly and quickly handed the phone to Zhang Wentao.
Leaving the screen, she breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed a lot.
And...she felt like she could soon enjoy the scene of Zhang Wentao being taken care of again.
"Aunt..."
Sure enough, Zhang Wentao, who was behind the phone, was as honest as a child, but this guy was really bad. He deliberately switched the video chat to voice, and said in his ear:
"Don't worry, Hongdou and I are fine. Don't worry, I will take her back to see you and dad after a while."
"Taozi, don't be so rude to me. Don't you know how to cherish such a beautiful girl? Did you hear that? If you lose it, you won't be able to find it anywhere even if you hold a lantern!"
Zhang Xin watched the phone screen go black, and her tone was not as gentle as before.
Listening to the harsh scolding voice on the phone, Zhang Wentao curled his lips and held up a lantern to look for...not a three-legged toad...
However, he only dared to use these words to comfort himself, saying that he did not dare to say it, nor did he dare to actually do it.
He is not Xu Hongdou's ex-boyfriend, he is just like a fool.
"Don't worry, grandma. I understand. You and dad should rest quickly."
"You're a little weird yourself. You're such an adult, so don't let your old lady worry about you. Do you hear me?"
"I understand, aunt, don't worry." Zhang Wentao glanced at Xu Hongdou who was covering his mouth and snickering, and said embarrassedly: "Don't worry, aunt, I really won't lie to you.
Okay, Hongdou urged me to go to bed early.
I'll hang up first!
Say hello to dad and my brother for me.
Uh-huh."
With that said, he pressed the hang up button.
When Xu Hongdou heard that Zhang Wentao was using herself as a shield, she angrily hit the other person, pouted and said dissatisfiedly: "Why are you like this? No wonder people say you don't tell the truth."
After she finished speaking, she felt that one hit was not enough to relieve her anger, and she wanted to hit her a second time.
As a result, the little hand that was waving down was grabbed by Zhang Wentao as soon as it reached mid-air, and was hugged into his arms.
Looking in front of him, the blush on Xu Hongdou's face gradually rose, and Zhang Wentao also found that the posture between the two seemed a bit ambiguous, as if it was the same as last night.
However, the way the other party's lips were slightly raised...
…
This evening.
Zhang Wentao's sleep was not stable at all.
It wasn't a cold in the first place, but he was just a little cold. After drinking the ginger soup, he felt hot inside.
Plus.
On the bed, he tossed and turned even more after being driven back.
In that regard, he was not in a hurry...but it was a complex psychology and a very complicated matter.
Anyway, when I was kicked out, I still felt a little disappointed.
But he could also understand that it was her reason why Xu Hongdou was in love but didn't want to get to that point so quickly.
But this does not affect the current relationship between the two.
He knew that frogs were not the only things that were cooked slowly, and there was no need to rush when making a pot of rich chicken soup.
The same is true for feelings.
"伉" means right. "俪" means even.
And by chance, when I meet the right person, I want to spend the rest of my life with her, not just a casual relationship.
Perhaps the answer is hidden in the second half of the sentence "The destiny is provided by God, and the destiny is man-made".
The more he thought about the second half of the sentence, the more Zhang Wentao tossed and turned in bed.
It is an exaggeration to say that ginger soup is equivalent to taking arsenic, but ginger does contain a lot of ingredients that promote blood circulation and sweating.
Zhang Wentao, who couldn't sleep for a long time, finally had to run to the bathroom and took another shower before feeling relieved.
But he was completely sleepy and had no choice to go back to bed.
Instead, he sat on the sofa, picked up the pile of information, and carefully read one by one.
He felt that maybe the future of the two of them was hidden in it.
So this time he looked extra carefully.
…
On a rainy night, tiny water droplets fill the air.
The forest begins to gush out fog at night.
Yesterday, when Xie Liang saw dark clouds falling during the day and heard the sound of raindrops outside the kitchen, he decided to return to Yunmiao Village after work and return to his old house that no one lived in anymore.
Early in the morning, before dawn, he got up when the alarm clock just rang.
I put on a raincoat, put on rain boots that didn't fit my feet, put on my back the bamboo basket that my grandpa and grandma had knitted, and walked out of the house in the dark before the rooster crowed.
After the rain, in the woods in the mountains, although the best time to pick is 2-3 days after the rain.
But at this moment, some eager mushrooms emerged from the moist soil.
Xie Liang was afraid that if he came back after a while, all the mushrooms in the woods in the nearby village would be harvested. With the faint light from the sky in the early morning, he looked at the thick and slightly chilly fog coming out of the mountain forest, and he couldn't help but touch it.
Touching the cell phone in his trouser pocket.
"If I had known that the weather would be so bad today, I should have gone out later..."
"I don't know if Master likes the mushrooms here."
After muttering quietly, he looked in the direction of the village, then took out his mobile phone from his pocket, turned on the light, and quietly got into the woods...
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Why, the more I write, the more afraid I am of not doing well. Is it because of the pressure you put on me? Or is it because I am too pretentious?