"What are you doing standing there, come up quickly."

Tang Yuanzheng took off his coat and threw it precisely on Tang Jun behind him.

The young man laughed, put it on himself, flicked his sleeves as if he were singing, and shouted, rushing and killing, like the commander who directed the charge.

Jian Qingtong didn't want to linger any longer, took a deep breath, and resolutely walked over as if she was dying, lifted her butt on tiptoe, and sat slanted on the beam of the car.

"Help here."

Tang Yuanzheng grabbed her hand and put it on the head of the car, put the flashlight in her hand, said that she was seated, stepped on her feet, and stepped on the stirrups firmly.

The bicycle moved forward, and Tang Jun behind him couldn't stop screaming, urging him to accelerate.

Tang Yuanzheng looked back at him, and slowly accelerated slowly, telling him to catch it and not let go.

The road is smooth, there are few big potholes, and it doesn't feel bumpy when riding fast.

But Jian Qingtong felt uncomfortable everywhere.

A straight stick under her butt is not ergonomic, she is still sitting on her side with a small ball tied in front of her, her feet are hanging in the air and not falling, and she is worried that it will hinder the pedalling behind her. Man, his two legs are too eager to ride on the hood of the car, the posture is not to mention how difficult it is to hold.

The most extreme thing is that behind him is the man's arms, two arms stretched out to the front to grab the handle, and two long legs are kicking back and forth under the bottom, completely encircling her in his arms!

Jian Qingtong was so nervous that he didn't dare to move. His breath was filled with the smell of soap on his body. He seemed to be able to hear his breathing. The whole back seemed to be on fire, like a light on his back...

How is this road? So long!

"Cold?"

Tang Yuanzheng noticed her stiffness and asked with concern.

Jian Qingtong murmured and moved her toes uneasily, for fear that the bigger movements would affect the balance of the car, and the three of them fell together into a pile of Arhats.

Tang Yuanzheng didn't say anything, he took off the handle with one hand, took off the sweater on his back, and put the gloves on her.

Jian Qingtong was startled, and instinctively reached out to push it, accidentally slipping into her sleeve.

The warmth from the sweater touched her exposed skin, causing her to shiver slightly.

"No, no, I'm not cold, you can wear it."

He even took off his sweater, leaving a shirt on his body. What can he do at night?

Jian Qingtong was in a hurry to take off his sweater, but he gently leaned forward to stop him.

"Let's wear it, don't freeze the child."

Jian Qingtong was unable to move again, as if her acupuncture points had been tapped.

Behind him, Tang Jun shouted with great interest, and sang from time to time.

Jian Qingtong's ears were hot, and she wanted to tell him to stop howling, be careful to attract the wolf, and then pour a belly of wind to be careful of stomach pain, but she couldn't open her mouth.

The moonlight is hazy, and the night wind is also ambiguous and sticky, not refreshing at all.

Jian Qingtong's palms were gradually sweating, and her neck was stiff, and she secretly rubbed against the sleeves that were hanging down beside her legs.

After rubbing his left hand, he changed his right hand, rubbing again and again.

The bicycle swayed violently, Jian Qingtong's eyes widened, and she grasped her hands subconsciously, when she heard the man whisper in her ear, "

Don't touch my thigh, it's not safe to ride a bicycle, wait for you to go home." He

retracted his hand as if it was hot, and stammered in defense:

"Who, who touched it? I wiped my hands with sweat."

Tang Yuanzheng's voice was low, and he seemed to suppress his smile, and there was something else.

"Well, you wipe it." When

he was prepared, he would not be scared to hold the handlebars after the surprise attack, which would be a shame.

"Don't wipe it!"

Jian Qingtong froze her claws and honestly put it back on the head of the car, and would not move the nest again after being killed.

People are offline, don't disturb!

There was a very low chuckle from the man behind him, and a mischievous sigh like the wind.

This night is destined to be unforgettable.

When the long road comes to an end, Jian Qingtong, who has lived like a year, finally makes it out!

At the gate of the family courtyard, Tang Yuanzheng got out of the car, greeted the guards, and pushed the car in.

Jian Qingtong took the opportunity to walk down the ground, wishing to be eight meters away from the man.

Tang Jun still couldn't afford to rely on the firewood behind him, but he didn't make any noise anymore. When he met a group of children who came out to play in the courtyard after eating, he even waved loudly to show off, and he was surrounded by envious eyes.

Those who have the guts asked to go up and try to sit on their own, but Tang Jun righteously refused, and his father had to help push the cart!

A group of children were not angry either, and ran after them as if looking strange, asking Tang Jun to come out to play together tomorrow.

Tang Jun happily agreed, lying on the mobile bunk, discussing with everyone what to play, and showing them the sandbag he just got.

Tomorrow is Sunday, the children in the courtyard are all on vacation and can play all day.

Jian Qingtong listened to a group of children discussing and discussing, nothing more than fighting on horseback, police catching thieves, throwing sandbags, playing marbles and other old-fashioned games, and pouted boringly.

But seeing Xiao Tang Jun's elated appearance, which is a rare joy these days, he raised the corner of his lower mouth.

It's good, little Tang Jun has also made friends.

At the door of the house, Tang Jun turned over the firewood, said goodbye to his friends, and made an appointment to see you tomorrow.

The children hula apart and continue to chase and play in the yard.

"Mom, I'm so hungry, I still want to eat that vegetable dumpling."

Tang Jun went home and took off his father's coat, took off his schoolbag to wash his hands, turned his head and demanded loudly.

Jian Qingtong took off Tang Guo, who had been sleeping all the way, changed her urine to a new diaper, and also came over to wash her hands.

"Okay, just eat this."

She looked at Tang Yuanzheng, who was carrying things home. The man was still wearing a thin shirt with his sleeves rolled up, revealing his sturdy forearms. He held a snakeskin bag in one hand and a large iron basin in the other. Effortless.

Jian Qingtong turned her face away and poured water on her face again.

What muscle, strength, forced love, go away! How can you use yourself as a character in a novel to make up a plot? It's too shameful!

The little dumpling was full of sleep, and squatted beside him energetically to play with the water. Seeing this, he also stretched out his fat claws to tease her for water, laughing loudly.

"My sister can't splash people, her clothes will be cold when wet."

Good brother Tang Jun patiently taught his sister to grab her hand.

Tang Guo thought that her brother was also playing with her, but this time, she was even more energetic, and even splashed with her brother.

"Guoguo! Don't play with water."

Tang Jun was accidentally splashed right on his face, and the cool water smeared his face and flowed down his collar into his neck.

Tang Guo was never afraid of him, so she threw him at him with a smile, and threw herself again.

"Mom, look at her!"

Tang Jun was anxious and asked for help from his dazed mother beside him.

Jian Qingtong returned to her senses, looked at the two little ones who were about to play into a soup, and hurriedly carried the little dumplings away.

"Tang Jun went back to the house and changed his wet clothes."

"Oh." The

three of them came out together, Jian Qingtong looked at the man who was yarding firewood in the grass mansion, and pursed his lips and said,

"Tang Yuanzheng, put your clothes on."

Tang The expedition turned to look at them and said,

"I'm not cold, this is the end."

Jian Qingtong was too lazy to talk about him, such a big man, don't you know the cold and heat.

Going back to the east room to get Tang Guo's clothes, Tang Jun asked her to take her sister to the west room to change it.

The shy look of the little boy is really interesting. But Jian Qingtong didn't have the heart to tease him at the moment, she was still confused.

After changing clothes and coming out, the little dumpling began to point to the dining table and shout for rice, the little guy was hungry.

Jian Qingtong made her a bowl of gooey, and the little guy drank it so fragrant, one mouthful after another, he couldn't stop patting his little hands and shaking his little feet to express his satisfaction.

Tang Jun was also hungry and ran to the kitchen to wait for his meal.

After Tang Yuanzheng brought the iron pot into the kitchen, he first put the vegetable dumplings and small fried fish in the pot to heat up, and then went to Caoxiazi to sort out the firewood. By now, white steam was coming out of the pot.

Tang Jun sniffed hard with a greedy look on his face.

"Dad, in fact, that dumpling is delicious even if it's cold."

Tang Jun smacked his lip, with an aftertaste on his face.

Tang Yuanzheng took out the washbasin and washed his face by the well in the yard. Hearing this, he turned his head and asked him seriously,

"Your mother gave you cold rice?" In the

room, Jian Qingtong wiped her mouth after feeding Tang Guo, and she heard a blunt sentence from him. The accusation made me annoyed immediately, and all the little emotions that were ambiguous and unspeakable before were all gone!

Dog man, you can't expect the slightest bit from him.

Jian Qingtong rolled her eyes, put the small dumpling down and learned to walk while supporting the legs of the table, her ears still paying attention to the movement in the yard outside.

Fortunately, Tang Jun had a conscience and immediately helped her clarify:

"No, the dumplings I ate at that aunt's house were hot, and the ones I just took out of the pot were their original dinners, but they sold them all to us. No, it's a change .

Mom won't let me buy it. By the way, there are also dried sweet potatoes! Where did you put it, Dad? Give me a piece of it. I'll pad my stomach first, I'm so hungry."

Tang Yuanzheng splashed the water into the vegetable field, and reprimanded with a cold face:

"I'm going to eat now, what's the sweet potato to eat! Wait a minute."

Tang Jun made a long voice, and quickly regained his energy and asked:

"Dad, Do you rest tomorrow? Can you take us out to play? We also have a river in the south, so you can take me to fish? Maybe you can catch shrimp, and we will cook and eat them."

He took another deep breath, It sounds delicious.

Tang Yuanzheng put the washbasin back and put down the rolled up shirt sleeves, but he did not button the cufflinks, and the buttons at the neckline were also open, and the whole person seemed less rigid and strict.

It's just that the tone of speech is still not good.

"I don't have time tomorrow. You can play with the children in the yard. You are not allowed to go into the river. If you want to eat fish, go to the cafeteria to fight."

Tang Jun snorted again, unable to hide the disappointment in his tone.

Jian Qingtong has some pity for the child, so if they hit one after another, even if there is no lack of love, they will not be confident.

She walked over and knocked on the balcony window, attracting Tang Jun's attention:

"Tomorrow, I'll go with you, by the way, pick up some elm money and dig some wild vegetables and come back."

Tang Jun immediately smiled, oooh shouting that he was going out to play.

Tang Guo rushed over and hugged Jian Qingtong's calf, crawling on top of her with both hands and feet, calling out to her brother and hugging her.

Jian Qingtong didn't hold her, and stretched her legs to tease her to walk.

Small dumplings sleep too much during the day, consume energy without much activity, and are afraid that they will not sleep honestly at night.

The hot meal was still quick, and a few minutes later, the family sat down at the table and started the meal.

"It's hot, it's hot, it's hot."

Tang Jun anxiously went to get the vegetable dumplings. He was so hot that he turned his hands back and forth and couldn't bear to put it down.

Tang Guo was not very hungry after eating Mufu, and watched his brother make a fool of himself, and reached out to grab the vegetable dumplings, but Jian Qingtong quickly stopped him.

"What's it like, eat well."

Tang Yuanzheng reprimanded again, took the vegetable dumplings in his son's hand and broke them up, blew a few mouthfuls, and returned the half he had bitten to, and handed the rest to him. To Jian Qingtong.

Jian Qingtong paused before taking it, and said thank you in a low voice.

Tang Yuanzheng glanced at her, and although he didn't say it, the meaning in his eyes was obvious:

I said earlier that there is no need to say this between husband and wife, don't you have a long memory?

Jian Qingtong thought he was blind and didn't understand, so he bowed his head and ate his own.

This man must be ignored at the dinner table, otherwise, because of the air-conditioning he constantly releases, the meal will not be fragrant, and the stomach will be indigestible!

It affects the mood too much.

Jian Qingtong took a bite of the warm vegetable dumplings. The tender bean noodles were mixed with tender elm money. It tasted a different kind of fragrance, as if the whole spring had been in his mouth.

Jian Qingtong narrowed her eyes comfortably, feeling the poetic feeling between her lips and teeth, and remembered the words: "Long Xiubi Qianxun, thousands of elm money, it's hard to buy a spring stay. [1]

Hehe, she kept it.

"Eat the vegetables."

There was a small fish in the bowl, the size of the thumb and the length of the palm. It was coated in flour and fried to a golden brown, and it was fragrant.

Jian Qingtong lowered her head to look at the pale dead fish's eyes, silently picked up the chopsticks, and held the fish to Tang Jun, who was watching eagerly next to her.

Tang Yuanzheng conveniently clipped another one for her.

Jian Qingtong clenched his chopsticks in embarrassment and nibbled at the vegetable dumplings.

There is salty salt in the dumplings, which has a slight salty taste. It is not too bland to eat alone. The more you chew, the more fragrant it is.

"Why don't you eat fish and pick fish bones?"

Tang Yuanzheng clipped the small fish back again, flexibly disassembled half of the fish's body, took out the fish bone in the middle, and then clipped the fairly complete fish to her.

This should have been a very gentle and considerate behavior, but Jian Qingtong was told to avoid it.

He didn't change the chopsticks!

Jian Qingtong hurriedly picked up the small bowl in front of him, put a small fish in the bowl, lowered his head and took a bite, and said vaguely,

"You can eat it, I will take it myself."

Tang Yuanzheng didn't think she disliked him, thought she was ashamed After being polite to him, he didn't insist any longer. He opened the removed fish and carefully examined it. He picked a thick piece, peeled off the skin, and stuffed it into the girl's mouth.

Tang Guo was so beautiful that she shook her head and waggled her tail, and kept calling Yuyu, and Han Daddy continued to feed him patiently.

Jian Qingtong didn't even notice.

A meal is eaten cleanly, and all belly are round and round.

Tang Jun slumped on the chair, hiccupping, before finishing his meal and looking forward to tomorrow's meal.

"Mom, this dumpling and fried fish are so delicious, can we still eat it tomorrow?"

"Yes."

Jian Qingtong agreed.

Speaking of which, she has been wearing books for several days, and she has not yet gone out to play, and she does not know what she is busy with every day.

Tang Jun was satisfied.

Soon another thing came to mind.

"Do we have bean noodles in our house? Mom, do you still have to grind the beans when you buy them? Also, that Liang Bo Niang said that there is a secret to making cabbage dumplings delicious, and you have to knead the dough vigorously for half an hour."

He turned his head and looked at Tang Yuanzheng pleadingly:

"Dad, can you come back to help knead the dough? Mom is not strong enough, and can't be too tired."

This is not an excessive request, Tang Yuanzheng agreed, and asked them:

"Stop grinding the beans, exchange some bean noodles with Mrs. Niu and the others, just enough to eat one meal. It's a good idea to send some small fish, shrimp, elm money and wild vegetables."

Tang Jun agreed loudly.

Tang Yuanzheng looked at Jian Qingtong again and said,

"Send the bean noodles to me, I'll knead it and you will bring it back."

Jian Qingtong was moved by his son's protection of himself, and only after listening to him did he realize what he meant. Yes, he will continue to be in confinement tomorrow?

Tang Yuanzheng nodded to her, and Jian Qingtong understood.

Going in this form is really perfunctory. It is estimated that it is Xia Yun's outsiders who are hiding it.

Jian Qingtong suddenly felt the intimate atmosphere in the army. This kind of undefended trust between each other really makes people feel safe and relaxed.

She looked at the two children, thought about it and asked Tang Yuanzheng:

"Sister Liu didn't come over all afternoon, do you want to go and have a look?"

Tang Yuanzheng nodded, seeing her thinner figure under the light, and turned to Tang Jun to run errands.

"Brother Dajun and the others will send some dried sweet potatoes to you. By the way, I will ask if Aunt Liu is going to pick elm money tomorrow, so you can have a partner."

Tang Jun agreed and ran out.

Jian Qingtong hurriedly stopped him, pretended to go back to the house and took out a pack of instant noodles and a piece of ham sausage, went to the packaging and put it in a grocery bag like a supermarket, and put it in an old school bag and asked to send it.