The next day.

Fang Yao, under the persuasion of Li Yuelan, took the initiative to go to the second room, thinking about whether he could help the party to take care of Fang's illness in the long run.

Not because their hearts are impatient, but now they can help them in the long run.

But it is not in the long run.

You are stupid, can you still cure it?And even if he wants to cure, he will take the square to the city.He believed more in the city than in Fang Yao.

Today is the day when Chen Ju beheaded, and he still has to take Fang Heng to the city to send Chen Ju's last journey.

The father and son were dressed in each other and led out of the door, and there was a drum-spewing package on the back of the square, and it was not necessary to see that it was mourning clothes inside.

Fang Yao helpless, do not let the cure side is not in the cure, since the Westinghouse retreated out, lying in bed so painfully hoarsely Fang Zhang and Fang Minxiu are not looking at.

But according to her judgment, by this hit, the undisturbed must be disabled, and those who have been left behind are even more mutilated.

Fortunately, she ignored it and ignored herself.

Liu Shichong knew that Fang Zhang's mother and daughter had been beaten, and they were not invited to take the medicine box to see them.

An old man, two women, in a house, wounded in that place, is bound to see something that should not be seen.

Even if he is chastity, he cannot die by himself.She still wanted revenge, she could not just die, so even when Liu Shi rushed to the pair of turbid old eyes to lift her clothes full of lustful and proud smile, she gritted her teeth and endured.

And Fang Minxiu, the woman who has turned over the clouds with this old man, will not care about these things.

At noon, Chen Ju was cut off his head in the southern vegetable market of the city, before she died, she cried tragicly, shouted to God, said that death will not let Fang Minxiu and Fang Zhang, and ghosts will also come to avenge.

It was also at this time that Fang knew in the long run that all the intrigue was that his mother and his sister were behind the manipulation.Chen Ju became a dead ghost, and his family went to the point where the family broke down today, and what kind of role his mother played, he knew.

Therefore, after receiving the body for Chen Ju, he did not return, and directly returned to his place where he worked.

The two men lived in the city.

Ten days later, Fang Yao's new house was almost complete.The day before the winter, it was a big auspicious day, and Fang Yao led Li Yuelan and Fang Zheng to officially relocate.

On that day, the whole village ran to Fang Yao's new house to celebrate her move.Cheng Ying and Zhu also came, this is always hanging on the mouth of the mother, Li Yueran finally saw, the two people just a soft, temperament just the opposite, but the unexpected chat for a long time.

Mo Xuan and Founder, one with white students, one holding the white boss, playing in the courtyard.Who would have thought that the brave white and the white boss went crazy, just like an ordinary domestic dog, who saw Fang Yao's eyes and fell to his chin.

“Your family has such a side!”

Mo left a slightly wrung eyebrow, not very understanding of the budding words, but he thought about it almost that meaning, tossed his lips: "It is also from the white boss so small."

That is their nature!

Fang Yao looked at Bai Sheng around the white boss, jumping from the left to the right, and jumping from the right to the left, and lying on the white boss with excitement on the ground!Can't help but say, "This white student looks lonely and cold, the life is not near, the original germination is as cute as the white boss."

Just like someone.

Mo heard the outside of the words, turning his eyes to the fascination, the latter was looking at him like a provocation with his chin.

Reaching out, he pinch her chin and pinch her chin, “Isn’t it good that you compare me with Bai Sheng?”

“What’s wrong?”Fang Yao deliberately pretended to be embarrassed.

“Compare me and white, do you lower me, or raise white life?”

“Is there any bad?”

“There is bad.”

“Where is the difference?”

"It doesn't matter if you raise up Bai Sheng, lower me..." Mo suddenly approached his face, the smile in his eyes was deep, with a little cunning, "lower me, it is equivalent to lowering your own taste, who told you to look at me."

Fang Yao pulled back his chin and took two steps forward, looking at the bright moonlight in the sky, and suddenly sighed, “It’s almost New Year!”

Thinking about the situation when she first crossed here was like what happened yesterday.

She has lived here for almost a year.

This year, saying that it is not long, it is not short, but a lot of things have happened.From the separation of homes, to the two rooms of Zhidou, and then to getting to know Mo, from poverty to today's well-off days.And the two houses broke the death, which is right and wrong, grudge, like a roll of spread out of the axis, in the mind a picture.

It seems that all the suffering has passed, all the difficulties are gone, and they finally usher in a peaceful and peaceful day.

But how long can this peace and quiet last?

As soon as she passed, she and Mo were about to separate, and this part, I don't know when to see each other again.

Or maybe they will never be seen again.

She felt her parting sorrow, looked at her silently, and there was a lot of perseverance and nostalgia in her eyes.

If he can, he does not want to leave, he wants to be with her forever, what prince's position, the honor of heaven, he can not fight, do not want.He only asked to stay with her, to stay with her, white to old!

However, he had no choice.

Isn't it?

“Let’s go over there!”Fang Yao proposed that there was a lot of noise here, and Li Yin and the villagers were pouring big cattle and Zhao Xiaotian's wine in the yard, and Mo Xuan and Fang Zheng had two pillars of several children shouting around the white boss and the white life.Li Yuelan and Cheng Ying, I don't know if they have a daughter because they have a daughter together, and the two have endless topics.And the lady and the circle, I don't know what the lady is saying to the circle, only to hear the circle of red ears, coquettish.

And the excitement here seems to not infect her heart.

She just wanted to walk around this country road with Mo, leisurely alone.

“All right.”Mo has always loved this kind of fun, and he is doing it.

The two men walked out of the yard side by side and walked to the lotus pond at the entrance of the village.Facing the moonlight, holding the cool breeze in the winter, Fang Yao could not help climbing the ink's arm, holding it tightly, leaning on his shoulder.Voice: “You know?We have never been so quiet and relaxed and comfortable to walk!”

Feeling the heat and weight of the sudden arrival of the right arm, the ink centrifugal is slightly surprised, Yao rarely took the initiative to approach him, like this intimacy has never been.

He raised his eyebrows and asked, “Did you drink?”

It is possible that she did this while drinking, not from her sober reason.

"Drink a little."Fang Yao's voice was very light, like the wind blowing, soft and soft.He rubbed his head on his shoulder, looking for a more comfortable leaned, “But I wasn’t drunk.”Mo left, you know?In my hometown, when men and women are in love, whether on the street or wherever they are, they will hold hands, shoulder to shoulder, and walk side by side.”

Mo left a slight biased, looking at her from his point of view, but an incomplete side face.However, he captured her face the thought of her hometown and the yearning for all intimate actions when she fell in love with men and women.

He raised his hand, wrapped her softness, or so cold, his heart trembled slightly, tightened his palm, said: "Is it like this, I do it right?"

Fang Yao lowered his head, looked at the big palm wrapped tightly wrapped by him, and smiled: "Yes, that's it."Sometimes, they are also ten fingers, sometimes, fingertips are connected, and sometimes the palms are connected.”

Fang Yao said, while pulling out his hand, and then overlapped with his big palm, doing the corresponding action.

Mo looked at the gods, he felt naive, but also felt very mysterious, but also a kind of inexplicable sweetness in the chest.

There is such a wonderful feeling between people.She listened to her twilight talk about the scene and story of her hometown men and women's love, her kind of love, gradually infected him.

A thought flashed in her mind, perhaps she was so excited that he could accompany her.