Chapter 249

When the hot dumplings were out of the pot, Mr. Rong picked them out and put them in a small washed pink plate. The fresh fish and algae patterns were faintly visible on the bottom.

Lin Lang took advantage of his turn to work, secretly reached out to get.

"Pa!"

A pair of silver chopsticks hit her on the back of her hand.

Mr. Rong seems to have a pair of eyes behind him. He doesn't return his head. His voice is steady. "Come here, wash your hands."

Lin Lang disappoints "Oh" a, obediently did.

After washing his hands, he picked up a dish and a small bowl of vinegar and walked slowly into the yard.

A small wooden shed was built on the left side of the yard, with green branches winding around it, and sporadic flowers occasionally appeared. There was a stone platform and two bamboo chairs in the middle, which was also a bit of wild fun.

Mr. Rong handed the chopsticks to the man and said with a smile, "the custom in my hometown is to put a copper coin in the dumpling to ask for luck. If you eat it, I'll give you a thought. "

Lin Lang crooked his head, "that's not cheap. If you're in, just say it."

The man's eyes flashed, "Oh, then I'm going to pick."

Two pairs of silver chopsticks stretched out at the same time and picked up a thin dumpling.

Mr. Rong looked at Lin Lang and bit himself.

He raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

"Sir, I have it!"

The person on the opposite side screamed with surprise, his eyes raised and he was as happy as a child.

"Well? Really? " He opened his eyebrows. "Well, you say, what do you want?"

In the sight, the pair of black eyes dripped and rolled.

Mr. Rong looked very angry and funny. What bad ideas is this little guy making?

"Anything?"

"Well, anything will do."

His voice became more gentle unconsciously.

September sky like a clear sapphire, reflected in her eyes, the shallow waves.

"Then I'll get married at the age of twenty, and be a good wife who is industrious and thrifty, virtuous and virtuous." Bright smile, Qipao on the fine light shaking, mottled into the landscape.

"It's hot in summer, cool my husband with a fan, and it's cold in winter. A cup of hot tea is enough to warm my stomach."

Mr. Rong was stunned.

Lin Lang is also looking at him, a bright pearl falls in the ear, against the fluffy cloud hair, not like the previous gorgeous publicity, but a soft and gentle breath.

This "Mr" is not that "Mr", but it means a lot.

Mr. Rong's blood tank was emptied instantly.

She did not wait for Mr. Rong's reaction, holding a silver chopstick, and picked another one. Her lips and teeth met with something hard.

"Well, it seems that I have a better day." She said happily, "Sir, you are going to be slaughtered by me."

Mr. Rong regained his mind, heard the words on the corner of his mouth, very generous, "say it, what do you want?"

"Well, I hope my future husband's surname sounds better, for example --"

she deliberately lengthened her voice.

Very quickly, a palm spreads out in front of her, inside lie a silver pocket watch quietly.

"Do you think the Rong family name sounds good?" The man asked with a smile.

"Does the gentleman find Rongshi pleasant?" Lin Lang asked slyly.

I knew she wouldn't agree easily, this little poison.

Mr. Rong pressed his temple. "It's a bit awkward, but..."

He leaned over and solemnly put the watch on her chest. Thin fingers fiddle, put in the right position, impartial.

"Madame Shi Rong, it's not too bad." He said lightly.

This sentence is almost equivalent to a public proposal.

Putting the wife's surname in front of her husband's surname shows that he will not interfere too much with her freedom after marriage, approve of her ideal and path of development, and fully support her, even if she is a husband behind her.

Mr. Rong is thirty-five years old. He is rich and powerful. It is the golden time for a man to rise in his career. If he is to retire to the second tier, I don't know how many people will sigh.

However, he was still committed to her.

Beauty land, hero's grave.

Mr. Rong vaguely felt that excessive indulgence and indulgence were not desirable. He was on the brink of danger. Behind him was a cliff, and another step back was the abyss.

But the future she outlined was beautiful.

Fan shaking in summer, warm tea in winter, occasionally listen to a few pillow chatter, leisure and comfortable.

Mr. Rong sighed that he might be really old.

The longer the time, the more yearning for a simple life, there is no intrigue, there is no sword, quiet enough to guard a person.

A few days later, a carriage left Rong's house and set out towards a remote mountain village.

Compared with the convenient and fast cars, Mr. Rong is still fond of the traditional transportation tools such as carriage and sedan chair."Where are we going, sir?"

Lin Lang was gentle on his knee, and a soft blue silk was scattered on the dark long shirt.

"Take you to see where I was born, and my parents." Mr. Rong caressed her head skillfully and naturally.

He had a terrible past and had been humble as dust, hoping that it would not collapse his high image in her mind.

The wheels ran over the potholes of the loess, and Mr. Rong held the man in hand, and kept her from bumping badly.

"I was not afraid of your jokes. When I was a child, I was poor. My parents and mothers had no fields in my hands and lived with scattered little workers. My mother is very alive. Besides me, there are four sisters and four brothers on the top. Therefore, our family has never tasted some of the fleshy stars all year round. "

"By the time I was five, the family was no longer open. My parents sold me to my teeth in order to lighten the burden. That tooth looks ugly, stubborn, and also very talkative, and every day ponders the way to punish me, to smooth my edges. "

At first, he had no desire and ambition. He wanted to save enough money, redeem his contract of sale, and then return to his hometown to be an safe and secure Smith or hunter. When he was about the age, he found a mother-in-law who could plant vegetables and Weaver, and kept a few acres of land for a living.

Mr. Rong recalled that life, his eyes were dark. "Later I was bought by a big landlord and became a horse stone for several years."

"Do you know what the stone is?" He asked suddenly, and did not seem to want to be answered, and said, selfishly, "it is to crush your pride, like a dog who is pitiful, kneel on the ground and let others be humble."

His back, the landlord's leather boots were over, the lady's embroidered shoes were over, heavy, muddy, bent and dignified.

He was all forbeard to survive.

Just, people always have a bottom line.

"Once, the son of the big landlord bet that he lost, and the loser would pass through the winner's crotch / bottom." "The young master felt that I had been a horse stone for so many years, and he was very experienced in this respect, so I would fulfill the gambling contract for him."

"Sir..."

Mr. Rong stroked her hair. "It was the first time in my life that I had courage. I was not submissive to death. Naturally, I was beaten so badly that I thought I couldn't live happily."

Since then, the young master with a higher eye has seized the opportunity to torture him, and the means are cruel and heinous.

A jade hand was on the back of his hand.

Silent, but warm spread.

Mr. Rong relaxed, and his fingers raised a strand of hair.

The twilight was falling down in the sky, and a carriage stopped by the field.

Mr. Rong reached out his hands and took Lin Lang off the car, and signaled the driver to wait for a while. He was not shy of holding Lin Lang's hand, and they walked along the ridge of the field.

Autumn flavor is hidden in the golden wheat ear, and it is full of mature fragrance. The water in the field is abundant. In the mountain stream not far away, listen to the sound of streams hitting the rubble.

Several thick old cattle scattered in the field drinking water, occasionally raised a pair of brown pure clear eyes, curious to see the guests who broke into the peach.

Mr. Rong led people to a decadent cabin, with two tombstones beside them.

"When I came back, the family was empty. I couldn't contact people and know where they are. I heard people nearby said that in the years of disaster, my parents and mothers were starved to death alive. And the silver I sent home had fallen into the hands of my neighbors. "

He did not burn any paper money Yuan Bao. For Mr. Rong, people died as if the lamp was out, and there was no life to say.

"I have been complaining about God, why to arrange such a rough fate for me, why must I suffer so much, why I have to bear too heavy burden at a young age."

"I envy the young master for his good clothes and food, to go to school, to eat hot food, and to have a family look at it carefully. I am not like me. I am in exile, and my life is waning, and I have to write countless times of writing even if I say a word, so that I can avoid being disgusted."

He released his hand, forked his fingers, slipped into the seam of his fingers and clasped her ten fingers.

"But I think there must be a reason for fate to be so arranged."

Mr. Rong slightly over the face, the sharp and deep outline in the sunset in the light more soft.

Because it left me the best and all.

Mr. Rong raised her hand and put it on his heart.

"I'm 17 years older than you, but what's the point? I have suffered injuries, the pain I have tasted, always ahead of you. I will not deliberately pave your future, you don't have to fear those unknown fears, I have always been. It won't let you lose yourself at dusk, it won't rain and go home alone. "

It's windy.

It's dark.

He gently embraced her in his arms.I'm seventeen years older than you. There's nothing wrong with me.

At the age of 35, I can be calm and give you the tenderness and maturity you want.