Cute from the sky, the black-bellied young man chases after his husband

"Hmph! Let's go!" He Chenlang got up, took his sister's hand and said, "Let's go home!"

The younger sister turned her head and looked at Yu Wenhao with some reluctance. Although she was very puzzled, she didn't dare to ask more questions after seeing her brother's angry expression.

The village where He Chenlang lives is remote, and the road conditions to get there are not very good. Basically, there are no buses to reach his village, so most of the people in the village go to the market by a bus nicknamed "Uncle Jiu". Take a tricycle to town or walk directly.

But when He Chenlang asked the fellow villagers why he didn't see Uncle Jiu today, the villagers told him that Uncle Jiu drank too much today.

"Didn't you say that the more Uncle Jiu drinks, the more stable you drive?" He Chenlang asked doubtfully.

"Yes!" The aunt from the same village replied enthusiastically, "But this morning he drank a bottle of high-strength sorghum wine, and he fell asleep on the car after driving out! We even scolded him for this. Meal."

A subject is speechless. "Didn't you drive here with your classmate this morning?" The aunt suddenly remembered something, and asked directly.

Which pot is really not open and which pot to lift... He Chenlang thought to himself, so he replied flatly: "He went back first."

"Going back?" Auntie expressed surprise, "In that case, you walked back with us."

"This..." He Chenlang looked at the aunts in front of him, imagining that he would be walking on the road with a group of aunts later, and suddenly felt like "a little green among thousands of flowers", so he sneered He lied: "No need, just now I met a friend who came by motorcycle and happened to be on the way, so I will go back with him later."

"That's it..." The aunts expressed some regrets, because He Chenlang is considered a "little star" in the village, and the "hot topics" in the village recently are all related to him. He made a rich friend, and there were rumors about his father...

After the aunts left, He Chenlang took his sister's hand and walked on the street where there were fewer and fewer people. The autumn wind rolled up the dust and plastic bags on the ground, making him look a bit bleak.

"Brother..." The younger sister looked up at her brother, obviously she had something to say, but being sensible, she swallowed those words abruptly.

He Chenlang patted his sister's head, then knelt down and said to her, "Xin'er, come up quickly, brother will carry you back."

"No, Xin'er can go by herself." She understood what he meant, but the younger sister didn't want her brother to be too tired, so she took a few steps back and shook her head.

"Xin'er, be obedient! Didn't you always like my brother carrying you behind his back?" He Chenlang continued to squat, turned his head and said to his sister.

"Xin'er is no longer a child! Xin'er can walk by herself!" The younger sister still shook her head.

"Okay then, but if you get tired from walking later, you must tell brother, understand?" He Chenlang got up and walked to his sister, holding her hand and said.

"Yeah." My sister nodded obediently.

"Xin'er, do you blame brother?" He Chenlang slowed down so that his sister would not walk too fast and get tired.

"How could it be, Xin'er always believes that no matter what my brother does, he is right!" The younger sister raised her head and smiled, her immature face was filled with love for her brother.

"Sister, I'm sorry, I'll make you some delicious food as compensation when my brother gets home, okay?" The two walked out of the street and came to the side of the road where cars were passing by. When he finished saying this, he was suddenly hugged And from...