Let's live with the farmer [Traveling]

Chapter 23 kiss me once

Mother Song put a piece of rabbit meat into Xue Ming's bowl, looked into his eyes, and asked, "Xue Ming, what are your plans for the future? Go back and have a look?"

"I won't go back, it seems I'm going to bother you here for a while." As he said that, he took out a tael of silver from his sleeve and stuffed it into Mother Song's hand, "You take this, Auntie, I'm bothering you and peace when I eat and drink. Just as my food expenses."

If it wasn't for his mother Song's mother who is still bedridden up to now, mother Song would have kept these kindnesses in her heart, so naturally she didn't mean to drive him away, so she quickly pushed the money back, "You didn't even have the five taels of silver last time." If you want to go back, I can't want these."

Every time he came back, he brought a large amount of cabbage and meat, which greatly improved the food at home.Song Pingan glanced at the silver in his hand, his face immediately turned cold, cleaned the rice in the bowl, got up and left.

But it was rare for Xue Ming to be honest all night, allowing both of them to have a good night's sleep.

Song Pingan has the habit of getting up early, and he got up to cook when the sky was slightly bright.What I ate was still rabbit meat, half of which was left over from yesterday, and it was stewed with radishes.

Xue Ming wants to have a good talk with him, at least he can figure out what he is awkward about. If he is concerned about his status as a "man", then he will not adjust his body, but take off his pants and show him the dick under his crotch. mole.

But Song Pingan seemed to be hiding from him on purpose, and as soon as he put down his chopsticks, he carried the bucket to the garden.

After Xue Ming followed two steps, he was stopped by the oncoming matchmaker Song, who went up and pulled his sleeve with a flattering face: "Master Xue, I asked Brother Wen yesterday, and Brother Wen said that if you If you really want to, then let's meet your mother sometime."

The people on the hillside disappeared without a trace, Xue Ming looked down at the hand on the sleeve, with a look of disgust on his face.

Song Matchmaker has been a matchmaker for so many years, and what she is best at is observing words and expressions. She scolded a few times in her heart, but she still took her hands back with a deep smile on her face.

Brother Song Wen met Xue Yougui, and Xue Ming at the same time.Since he is still willing to believe this lie, it can be seen that his purpose is not pure.

Of course, Xue Ming has a way to make him pay a painful price.

"Meet my mother? Why didn't you meet me first? Pass the door in such a hurry?" Xue Ming sneered.

Song Matchmaker received the matchmaker's money to get things done, but she kept saying the same thing: "Master Xue, this wedding meeting is very exciting, Brother Wen has a restrained personality, if you meet, then we Find a time to make an appointment to meet."

"No need, follow the rules, just go directly to my house on any day you see fit." After speaking, he walked around towards the vegetable garden.

Mother Song spat at his straight back, and cursed: "Ao is so proud, I don't believe how many years you can be proud after marrying Brother Wen!"

Xue Ming has long been able to kill zombies in the last days, and his hearing and sense of smell are top-notch.Her words pierced his ears, and Xue Ming looked back at her coldly.

Matchmaker Song felt itchy and uncomfortable after being in the town for a long time, as if more than 100 ants were crawling on her body, and when Xue Ming's eyes came to kill her, it was as if someone had cut her flesh with a sharp weapon.

It hurts to the marrow!It's just a person, but it brings deep and deep pain.

According to the route in memory, I finally arrived at the place with seven turns and eight turns. When I arrived, Xue Ming was not in a hurry to go in. I watched him pick up buckets of water from the Yantang, and then poured it into the ground. The waiter holds the vegetable seedlings.

The sun was not very strong, but he was too tired to sweat.Beads of sweat slid from his forehead to his cheeks, outlining a sharp outline.

It is always difficult for Song Pingan to be free at home, and there are always things to do.I was a little tired now, so I sat on the ridge of the field and gnawed on a tender cucumber.

When he finished his last bite, he looked up and saw Xue Ming sitting on the dirt wall. He gave him a blank look and turned around, turning his back to him.

Unable to see his face, Xue Ming jumped off the dirt wall and walked straight towards him.

Since living in Song Ping'an's house, Xue Ming has always worn his clothes, and only got himself a decent set of clothes when he went to the county to run a business.

When I got home, I stuffed the clothes at the bottom of the box. At first, Song Pingan would quarrel with him whenever he touched the box, but after a while, he left.

The two of them were sitting together at the moment, looking a bit like they were wearing couple clothes. Xue Ming listened to the crackling sound of him chewing cucumbers with his legs propped up, and then jumped down from the field ridge to pick up the wooden barrel he had placed beside him. .

Although Xue Ming looked tall, his body was really poor.Carrying two buckets full of water, it was a little wobbly.He smiled brightly at Song Ping'an, and started to imitate him, watering all the vegetables in the field.

Song Ping'an picked up the hoe next to a cucumber and got rid of the weeds in the vegetable field.

One of the two people is at this end of the field, and the other is at the other end of the field.As soon as Xue Ming looked up, he could see him working, his arms moving back and forth with strength.

After staring at it for a while, I couldn't help but wring the bucket and walked up to him, then deliberately poured water on his shoes, seeing that he didn't respond, poured water on his legs again.

Song Ping'an has been with him for so long, and he has a thorough understanding of his nature. Naturally, he also knows that he did it on purpose, but he just endured it and didn't attack it.

At first Xue Ming really thought he hadn't noticed, but then seeing the corners of his trembling mouth, he felt bad, deliberately turned around and touched his waist with his elbow, and after touching him, he said innocently: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry Already!"

After hearing the apology no less than ten times, Song Ping'an had a seizure, and with a hoe down, he was only a millimeter away from crippling his leg.

He gritted his teeth and raised his lower jaw, revealing his wheat-colored neck and delicate collarbone.Furiously, he pointed at his nose and cursed: "What the hell do you want to do with me?"

Xue Ming wiped off the sweat on his forehead with the back of his hand, deliberately spilled some water from the ladle, pretended to be very scared, and said tremblingly, "I don't want to do anything, I just want to help you."

"Help me, and get all my shoes wet?" As he spoke, he lifted his leg up, touched the mud on the shoe, and angrily pulled the heel of the shoe and threw it out.

Xue Ming threw the scoop into the bucket, bent down and picked up the shoes on the ground, and then said sorry again, "To express my apology, I washed your shoes."

He said it in such a natural way that Song Pingan had to suspect that he had premeditated, went up and snatched his shoes and threw them on the field ridge, shouting: "If you dare to wash Lao Tzu's shoes No, I will let you have no shoes to wear."

Xue Ming looked down at the shoes on his feet. His feet were bigger than Song Ping'an's, and he couldn't fit in his shoes. They were bought in the town before. For him, they were too worn out.

He thought about it for a while and ran to the field ridge to pick up the shoes again, with a happy smile on his face: "If I can wash your shoes for you, I am willing to go barefoot."

"Fuck!" Song Ping'an kicked on the ridge of the field a few times. If there were no trees in the field, he would have hugged and bumped into it.

Xue Ming put his shoes away cherishingly, then kicked off his own shoes and put them aside, walked barefoot to the field and continued to lift the bucket to water them comfortably. He was humming something.

Song Ping'an's chest was tight, he grabbed his arm, dragged him to the next field ridge, sat down on his buttocks first, and said, "Sit down for me, let's speak clearly today!"

Xue Ming also had this intention, and lay directly beside him, pulled a piece of grass into his mouth, and stared at his side face in a daze.

"I've told you countless times before, and now I'm repeating it." He let out a sulky breath, "It's absolutely impossible for me to be with you."

Xue Ming gave a "hmm" and answered casually, "Okay, then we won't be together."

The suffocating breath that had just been exhaled suddenly came to my heart again.Song Pingan grabbed a handful of soil, held it tightly in his hand, and calmed down for a long time, but he still couldn't let go of his breath, and threw a lump of soil on his face, and said angrily: "Fuck it, you can't Be more serious with me?"

Xue Ming suddenly sat up straight and was face to face with him, Song Pingan trembled in fright, and slid directly off the table.

Xue Ming quickly grabbed his waist with his eyes and hands, and there was a narrow smile between his brows and eyes, "Why are you afraid? What are you afraid of?"

As soon as the words fell, he felt the fear in the person in his arms.

Xue Ming pressed against his ear and comforted him softly, "Don't be afraid, I'm here!"

What he said was extremely ambiguous, and the warm breath blown into his cochlea, which was itchy, made Song Ping'an feel a little distracted for a moment, and his cheeks trembled.

Xue Ming deliberately shook his arms, causing Song Pingan to hug his body involuntarily. The high temperature instantly burned the skin of his palms, his face was flushed, and he stammered, "You, you fucking let me go."

Seeing that he was clearly terrified but trying to put on a vicious look, Xue Ming laughed uncontrollably: "What are you afraid of? Is there something you can't admit to?"

Song Ping'an had never done such a difficult move before, his legs shook violently, but his mouth was stubborn and unforgiving: "If you don't let me go, believe it or not, I will beat you!"

Xue Ming winked with his black and swollen eyes, pursed his lips and said, "It's not impossible to think about it, unless you give me a kiss."

Song Ping'an's face was filled with white smoke in an instant, and he yelled with his neck stuck: "You fucking think so beautifully!"