Chapter 65 Riding the Horse and Roaring in the West Wind
Under the bodhi tree, Meng Xinghe held a handful of candied haws on a stick and the crazy girl. You and I ate one bunch after another, until he finished the candied haws in his hand. Only then did he stop eating like a child. Jing
Sit quietly on the stone bench and tidy up your appearance after the meal.
"Brother Meng, here you go!" Before he could finish his sentence, the crazy girl opposite handed over a snow-white handkerchief, and a faint scent of a girl's body scent could be heard faintly. Knowing that it was the crazy girl's kindness, Meng Xinghe took it and opened his mouth randomly
After wiping it a few times, he handed it back to her.
Taking the handkerchief and smearing it on her mouth a few times, the crazy girl lowered her head and whispered: "Brother Meng, I heard Xiao Wuzi say that you met a beautiful sister in the county town. Is it true?"
After summoning the courage, the crazy girl asked weakly, but her face could no longer hide her shame, so she looked more anxious, as if she was very concerned about Meng Xinghe's answer.
Damn you little kid, you're going to hold me back when you go back to Mengjiacun. See if I don't deal with you when I get back. Knowing that the crazy girl cares about his answer, how dare Meng Xinghe hurt this little girl in front of her. In his heart, actually
There was nothing to hide. Young Master Meng took courage and said seriously: "Girl, you are thinking too much. Xiaowuzi is talking nonsense. It is true that we know each other, but they are just like you and me. I only regard her as a friend, nothing else."
mean."
"Really?" The crazy girl suddenly raised her head. Although Meng Xinghe's answer was not satisfactory, she felt much better after hearing him say that she and the beautiful sister were both friends.
During the free time, Meng Xinghe chatted a lot with the crazy girl, and asked about the recent situation in Mengjia Village. Meng Xinghe felt more at ease knowing that everything was fine at home.
While we were chatting happily, a group of people from the Guanyin Temple came out solemnly. Their faces were all covered with smiles that had been forgiven by the gods. As soon as they walked out of the gate of the Guanyin Temple, they saw Menghualiu under the Bodhi tree.
I hooked up with a lolita from somewhere and was chatting happily. The faces of those who saw her suddenly turned gloomy.
Despicable, shameless, and obscene.
Although the words were very quiet, you could still hear them.
Today, I am sitting here chatting with acquaintances and you all have to worry about it. Is it true that I am full but not hungry? I am a blind chicken and cares about other people's business. I am used to this group of people's disdain for him. Meng Xinghe's immunity has been trained to be invulnerable.
.On the contrary, the crazy girl had never seen such a posture before, and she looked timid in front of this group of talented people and beauties. The blush on her face spread directly to her ears amidst the discussion, and she was so ashamed that she couldn't raise her head.
But then, the crazy girl stood up, left Meng Xinghe, came to a woman with a kind face next to Zhao Haoran, knelt on the ground and whispered: "Girl, please say hello to the old lady, may you be blessed!" She then gave Zhao Haoran a hand.
After a salute, Zhao Haoran dared to say hurriedly: "Get up! For such a big salute, Brother Meng is afraid that he will settle accounts with me."
He heard about the incident between his maid and Meng Xinghe in private, so he naturally treated the crazy girl Zhao Haoran with great courtesy.
"Back off!" the old woman said lightly, her words seemed a little displeased. Her maid stayed with Mr. Hualiu and was discussed by others. As the master, she naturally didn't look good. But seeing how her son is so big
Of course Mrs. Zhao didn't want to disgrace her son in front of everyone.
Everyone saw that Meng Xinghe wanted to touch even a little maid of the Zhao family, and not only laughed dumbly. Meng Hualiu's appreciation level was really different. He not only liked married women, but also liked to mess with a low-level maid. Although this little maid
She is a bit pretty, but scholars have always been noble, and they will definitely not lose their status and make friends with an illiterate maid.
Hearing people around her talking, pointing the finger at Meng Xinghe, and even more insulting the Zhao family in her words, Mrs. Zhao said in a deep voice: "Crazy girl, go out and ask the bearers to prepare the sedan. Let's go back to Zhaojia Village."
"Yes!" the crazy girl whispered. Knowing that being with Meng Xinghe had violated the old lady's taboo, the crazy girl reluctantly walked out.
Passing by Meng Xinghe, the crazy girl mustered up her courage and said sweetly in front of everyone: "Brother Meng, the girl is gone! The weather is getting colder. I hope Brother Meng will take more care of himself. The girl will miss you."
The heart-warming words made Meng Xinghe warm from the soles of his feet to the top of his head. Seeing the crazy girl reluctant to leave, her bleak figure slowly turning back several times, Meng Xinghe, even an iron man, would be moved: "Girl, Brother Meng is also
I will miss you."
The figure of the crazy girl had disappeared. Meng Xinghe seemed to feel that he had lost something, and saw the remains of candied haws on the ground. Meng Xinghe said nothing, looked at Xue Shiyu, and said: "Miss Shiyu, I still have something to do, take my leave.
!" Without any room to hold back, Meng Xinghe turned around and walked away, leaving only the cyan shadow behind.
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Outside the Shili Pavilion, I saw the thin figure in front of me dragging the old man. He looked lonely in the autumn sun. He always likes to tilt his head towards the Shili Pavilion behind him intentionally or unintentionally. Meng Xinghe smiled bitterly and walked up quickly, with a smile on his face.
He said hip-hop: "Little girl, are you waiting for me, your Brother Meng?"
Seemingly a joke, the crazy girl turned around in surprise, looked at the sudden arrival of Meng Xinghe in disbelief, and then said with tears in her eyes: "Meng, Brother Meng, is it you?"
No one would have thought that the crazy girl would follow Meng Xinghe. Mrs. Zhao asked her to go out and prepare the sedan, but she just asked her to leave in a different way. Otherwise, her presence would only make the Zhao family more embarrassed.
Because of himself, he felt wronged by this girl. Meng Xinghe smiled and said: "Girl, you wait here, I will come when I go." After a while, Meng Xinghe brought his horse over and asked seriously: "Mrs. Zhao
Are you visiting relatives at the Minister's Mansion in the county?"
"Yes!" The crazy girl nodded happily. If Meng Xinghe didn't come, she would have to walk back to the county seat alone.
This place is several miles away from the county town. With the strength of the crazy girl's feet, she would have to worry about the soles of her feet getting blistered. Meng Xinghe felt sour in his heart, put up a hand and said: "That's just right, Brother Meng is also going back to the county town.
I'll give you a ride by the way." Without allowing the crazy girl to agree, Meng Xinghe had already put his hand over and threw her onto the horse. He also straddled the horse, sitting tall and mighty at the head of the horse.
The crazy girl hugged Meng Xinghe's waist tightly, and pressed her face against his back, feeling the long-lost warmth, with a happy smile on her face. She said foolishly: "Brother Meng, I really want to hear this."
You tell stories. Listen to the stories you told in Zhaojiacun."
Feeling the steaming sound coming from his back, Meng Xinghe smiled helplessly. He didn't know what stories his predecessor Meng Xinghe had told in Zhaojia Village before. But since the crazy girl wanted to listen, Meng Xinghe certainly didn't want to hurt her heart. Fortunately, in his previous life
I have read a lot of martial arts novels, and when it comes to telling stories, no one can match me. After thinking about it, Meng Xinghe raised the whip in his hand: "Then I will tell you the story of "Howling in the West Wind"."
The dust from the horse's hooves was flying, and Meng Xinghe rode north, carrying a petite man behind him, listening carefully to the story he slowly told.