Lan Hongmei lifted the curtain of the earthen cloth and walked out, opened the main hall door, closed the door, and arrived at the yard.

Then Zhao Changan heard the wooden door of the side room on the other side of the yard being pushed open with a creaking creaking and then closed it.

The whole world is 'purified'.

Only the kerosene lamps and lamps exploded from time to time, and the roof tiles and dilapidated furniture corners in the house were thunderous. A group of mice were thriving in groups.

There was also a 'sizzling~' sound wandering on the beams.

Zhao Changan was extremely suspicious of being a family snake, but he did not dare to tell Song Jing.

However, the snakes in the rural areas of the mountains are all non-toxic snakes used to catch mice. Apart from being a little scary, there is nothing else.

"So crazy, why don't you keep a cat?"

While the mice were having fun, Zhao Changan muttered, looked at Song Jing with a firm look on his face, "I don't sleep on the ground. There are centipedes, scorpions, and ants on this muddy ground. Even mice can urinate on my face!"

"Go to sleep!"

Song Jing didn't even look at Zhao Chang'an, and he pouted his red little mouth and blew out the kerosene lamp half a meter away.

The room suddenly fell into darkness and could not see any fingers.

Then there was the sound of slippers falling to the ground, the rustling sound of Song Jing going to bed pressing on straw,—

“Is the technology not bad?”

Zhao Changan smiled and joked, but his mouth was a little dry and he wanted to drink water.

"Yes, you are from the city, and you are precious. Our country girls blow kerosene lamps every day, and they practice it over time. There is nothing to be proud of, but it is evidence of our poverty."

Song Jing's voice was very cold.

"Don't be inferior. I'll give you a piece of advice. After you graduate, you'll move your household registration back to the countryside. I'll tell you that in less than fifteen years, rural household registration is more difficult than urban household registration. As long as you have money in urban household registration, Yanjing and Shenzhen Magic City are not a big deal, but if you have money and ability in rural household registration, you can't get it!"

"My child will go to the world in the future, go to the world for 120, Fuda University High School, can he get a rural household registration?"

Song Jing folded the windbreaker against the wall and folded it on the bed, wearing a thin jeans and sweater into the quilt: "What do you say are not understood by others? But you can't let your children go to migrant workers' school for this barren mountain and a few fields."

"Are you going back to what I said just now? As long as you have money, that's not a big deal!"

Zhao Changan was a little surprised.

I rely on my later experience, but I didn't expect that Song Jing could see these things just by judging the current situation.

"But do I have money? You give it to me? I originally wanted to find her a good father, haha, but they didn't even look down on a fire-burning girl like me!"

Song Jing's voice was not only cold now, but also filled with self-deprecation and resentment.

Zhao Changan didn't know how to answer the conversation.

‘If you don’t have money, you are a top student who is a big student who can work hard to make money? You are so unprepared. You want to win by fishing for a rich son-in-law!’

Although Zhao Changan thought that Qin Youyuan was not sorry for Song Jing, he was childhood sweethearted since childhood, and Xu Xiaoman had no obligation to give up his seat to Song Jing, whom he had never met.

To put it bluntly, the couple fell in love with each other and didn't owe her anything to Song Jing.

However, this is the truth, but it cannot be said at this time because it is too hurtful.

"You must call me a shrew in your heart, which is unreasonable."

"I don't!"

Zhao Changan answered firmly.

"Sleep, are you going to stand overnight?"

Song Jing said, no longer speaking, only a slightly rapid and subtle breathing sound, showing that there was still anger in her heart.

Accompanied by the 'chirping' sound, the sizzling sound.

Zhao Changan thought about it, but after drinking, he was still a little dizzy and smiled in his heart. Who would have thought that he would be Liu Xiahui tonight too?

Take off my slippers and go to bed in the dark.

But he slept on the other end and took Song Jing's pillow in the dark, and did not cover the new quilt.

"Your feet are so stinky!"

As a result, before lying for two minutes, Zhao Changan was still beating in his heart, Song Jing, who was sleeping on the other end of the bed, protested impatiently.

"I've washed my feet!"

Zhao Changan was not embarrassed, he wanted to put his feet to his nose and smell them. Why did he still smell after washing his feet?

"You sleep here!"

Zhao Changan was stunned in the dark for a moment, took the pillow over, and slept with Song Jing.

In the darkness, you can smell the pleasant perfume smell on Song Jing.

Zhao Changan then remembered that she was just a twenty-two-year-old, young and beautiful little girl.

"Jiji."

"Sizi~"

"Ji—"

A rat screamed, probably caught by the snake and was swallowing it.

Zhao Changan felt cold in his heart when he heard this.

"You sleep inside!"

Song Jing's voice was trembling.

In fact, Zhao Changan didn't want to sleep inside either. He was really afraid that mice or snakes would come to the bed at night along the wall.

However, he drank a lot of wine, which made people brave.

Besides, there is no need to let a little girl block him, so she sits up.

The two changed seats, and Zhao Changan was lying in the place where Song Jing had just slept, the bed sheets and pillows were both hot, and his heart couldn't help but feel a little swaying.

Force yourself not to think about it.

After the snake was full, it finally stopped eating and making noise, and the house gradually became quiet.

The two could hear each other's breathing, one heavy and the other subtle.

I don’t know how long it took, Zhao Changan was sleeping in a daze, and seemed to hear Song Jing’s suppressed cry.

After listening for a long time—

The more I listen, the more I become irritable.

For some reason, Zhao Changan took advantage of the drunkenness to lift the quilt and fell asleep.

The quilt is warm and has a scent of smell.

Song Jing ignored Zhao Changan, but the crying had been suppressed hard, but her delicate body was still trembling slightly.

"Song Jing, don't do this."

"You have to care!"

"It's not that I want to care. You cry like this. If you are heard by the wall, you would think I'm going to do anything about you. Do you think I'm wronged?"

"You are not wronged at all! Qin Youyuan is a cold-blooded bastard, you are a fickle carrot, you are both bastards!"

With a trembling crying voice, like a cried blood in the cuckoo, "I can't compare to that woman, just because I was born in the countryside, my family is poor, and I can't compare to my daughter?! I have suffered so much since I was a child, and I have worked hard to get into the college entrance examination. I have not graduated yet and I have worked hard to earn money for my family to support my family. - In terms of appearance, education, intelligence, washing, cooking, and dealing with people, I am not better than her!"

"Oh~"

Zhao Changan sighed and told Song Jing sincerely: "Don't be dissatisfied. Reincarnation is also a technical job. Just about this, she is better than you."

"You bastard!"

Song Jing was so angry that she rushed towards Zhao Changan with her teeth and claws. Zhao Changan hugged her tightly in her arms, and she couldn't even struggle.

"Zhao Chang'an, please let me go!"

The voice was very cold: "Do you want to take advantage of others' danger?"

"I just feel like you need to be quiet and lend my shoulders to you."

Zhao Changan touched Song Jing's face, full of tears.

This hand in the darkness immediately blew Song Jing's stubborn will.

Leaning in Zhao Changan's arms, he cried loudly: "Why, why is he so heartless to me, why is he treating me like this, for - wuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwu~"

Zhao Changan, who was shocked, quickly covered Song Jing's mouth tightly.

Although the closed old-fashioned wooden window is soundproof, it cannot be separated from such heart-wrenching crying.

Zhao Chang'an is still shameless and doesn't want to be remembered as a joke by Su Xiangchen's parents for the rest of their lives.

"Hiss~"

A severe pain came from my hand.

Zhao Changan hurriedly let go of his hand, grinning in pain, grinning in a low voice: "Are you a dog? Who are you catching and biting whom?"

Without lighting the kerosene lamp, he knew that his hand was bitten by Song Jing and bleeding.

The alcohol surged, and his heart was full of evil fire: "You fucking people don't want you, you cry for a lot of passion. Are you born such a cheap bitch? So despicable?"

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