My scumbag sister stole my husband? I'm a scumbag and married my cowardly brother-in-law

Wen Wan was smashing the house with all her might, and the roof was almost blown off, but she didn't expect Lu Yiming to rush over to apologize to her out of nowhere.

"Wen Wan, I'm sorry!" Lu Yiming grabbed her stick and said affectionately, "I didn't know you would be so sad. If I had known this, I would..."

As soon as she opened her mouth, she knew what he was going to do. Wen Wan pulled out a wooden stick and swung it at Lu Yiming without hitting the roof.

"You..." Lu Yiming was beaten so hard that he covered his legs and rubbed his arms, running around like the Monkey King descending the mountain, "Are you a shrew? Why are you hitting people?"

Wen Wan didn't stop talking while beating people, "I only beat dogs, never people."

"You are really unreasonable!" Lu Yiming ran away angrily.

After running for dozens of meters, Lu Yiming finally reacted.

I was really confused. Xie Changqing, who looked like a devil, was standing there. It was really not appropriate for me to say anything from the heart.

Fortunately, Wen Wan reacted quickly and interrupted him, otherwise he would have been beaten by the evil spirit Xie Changqing.

Xie Changqing's fist is no joke. The last time he punched me, a back tooth fell out on the spot. My cheek still hurts when I think about it now.

The cowshed was smashed into pieces and it is definitely uninhabitable. We have to bite the bullet and ask the village chief to resolve the matter.

Village committee office.

Xu Keqin raised his eyelids and glanced at Lu Yiming and Wen Ya who came in. Without waiting for them to speak, he opened the drawer and threw an envelope the size of a file bag on the table.

The words "Rejected" were clearly written in black pen on it.

"Explain it!"

Lu Yiming's mind buzzed. It had been such a long time, why was there still a rejection? Could it be...

My throat felt like it was welded shut and no matter how hard I tried I couldn't utter a single word.

Wen Ya was also stunned. Didn't she say that the manuscript had been submitted? Why was it returned? How could she end this?

Seeing that the two were silent, Hsu Hacken slammed the table heavily:

"You guys are really great. I, Xu, have lived for sixty years, but this is the first time I've been fooled by two youngsters.

You guys are really good at this! You even dare to make up stories about great writers.

You also said you wanted to stay in the village to collect folk songs. How dare you say such a thing? "

Wen Ya was a little unconvinced, and stammered, "Didn't you deliver the invitation letter to our Yiming?"

She knew that Lu Yiming would definitely become a great writer, it was just a matter of time. Even though she didn't know how it would end, she was not afraid.

When Xu Keqin mentioned this, he suddenly remembered, "Is that letter really from Lu Yiming?"

"If not, how do you know the rejected manuscript is his?"

Xu Keqin was speechless. He glared at her and turned to Lu Yiming.

"Tell me clearly, what's going on?"

Lu Yiming turned to look at Wen Ya. After all, she was the one who started this matter, so she should give an explanation.

Wen Ya said nonchalantly, "Isn't it just a rejection? What's the big deal? Which great writer hasn't had his manuscript rejected a few times?

Just because you can’t do it now doesn’t mean you can’t do it in the future. No one is born a great writer. We all have to grow step by step.”

Wen Ya opened the rejection letter. She didn't quite understand the article, but she understood the editor's comments.

……

When Wen Wan finished smashing the dirt and was about to call it a day, villagers arrived and rescued the food and some usable items buried inside.

Knowing that grain was precious, Wen Wan had a backup plan when he smashed it, and did not touch the grain. Now when he took it out, it was still well packed in cans and bags.

Wen Wan was a little amused and helpless to see the villagers deliberately avoiding her when taking things, being so cautious as to fear that they would be beaten by her.

After they left, Wen Wan asked Xie Changqing in frustration, "After destroying my parents-in-law's house and my sister and brother-in-law's house, have I finally established my reputation as the number one shrew in Qinghe Village?"

The one who was so domineering and aggressive just now has now become a little woman who rubs against his arms and raises her little face to act coquettishly towards him. Xie Changqing's heart softened:

"There's nothing wrong with being a shrew. At least no one will dare to bully you from now on."

"..." Wen Wan rolled her eyes speechlessly. No woman would like to be called a shrew, especially a young and beautiful woman.

This man was straighter than the stick in her hand. Her questions were like a woman saying she had gained weight in front of a man. What the woman wanted to hear was not a pertinent answer from the man saying he had gained weight, but a man frowning and even saying with some anger where he had gained weight.

There's nothing wrong with being a shrew.

Xie Changqing is really good at answering questions.

"Did I say something wrong?" Xie Changqing noticed that she was not happy and asked tentatively.

"No." Wen Wan came out of his arms and walked home with no interest.

Her lips were pouted so much that a basket could be hung on them. Even a fool could tell that she was angry.

Xie Changqing shook his head helplessly and took two steps forward, "What did we say about husband and wife being honest with each other and saying whatever we want to say?"

"Yes, I said that," Wen Wan admitted readily, and was quite happy to throw a tantrum, "But between husband and wife, shouldn't there be things that they understand clearly?

If you don’t know or understand someone, it’s because your heart is not with them. If your heart is not with them, you naturally don’t care enough. If you don’t care enough, there’s no point in talking about some things.”

"..." Xie Changqing felt like he was listening to a book from heaven, and said with an aggrieved expression: "How do you know it's meaningless if you don't tell me?"

"Because there are some things and some words that you don't have to do or say, I can do it myself.

If you take the initiative to say you will do something, it means you are sincere. If I ask you to do something, it becomes my request..."

When she said this, even Wen Wan herself was stunned.

What's wrong with her?

You've lived this life again, you've seen all kinds of men, you've understood all kinds of feelings, but why are you suddenly acting like a little girl and talking about conversations that only happen between boyfriends and girlfriends?

The central idea of ​​this unreasonable story is that love is so illusory that it requires the other party to prove it with actions.

When living together, it is already very difficult to get what you need from each other and support each other. If you are still not satisfied, you are just being unreasonable.

It's true that you dare to think of anything because you have lived long enough. It seems that you still haven't practiced enough!

"Nothing." Wen Wan smiled, "I was reading a novel yesterday and found the lines in the novel quite interesting.

I found a reason to use it on you, what do you think? Isn’t it quite profound? "

Somehow, Xie Changqing actually liked Wen Wan who had just lost her temper at him. She was so unreasonable and unreasonable that she seemed particularly lively and vivid.

Xie Changqing felt a bit lonely and he stared at her for a moment and then nodded slightly.

Until he took a shower and went to bed at night, Xie Changqing's mind was still filled with the lively look of Wen Wan when she was pestering him during the day.

Every frown and smile comes from the heart, not just the expression on the face.

Although her words sounded like hieroglyphics and Xie Changqing could not understand a word, he knew that she had not finished speaking.

What exactly is not said?

I really can't figure it out no matter how hard I try.

"Are you asleep?" Xie Changqing asked.

After a while, Wen Wan's lazy and sleepy voice was heard: "Hmm!"

Xie Changqing could not care less. He turned his head and rested his head on his arm to look at her. "Actually, I was quite happy when you smashed the cowshed during the day."

Wen Wan didn't know if she was listening or not, but she just responded with a "Yeah!"

Xie Changqing twisted a bunch of her hair around his fingers and said, "As long as I am here, it doesn't matter what you do."

Xie Changqing kissed her on the forehead and smiled contentedly, "It doesn't matter if she's a shrew. I don't mind her."