Uncle Jinwu Zangyi

"Oh, well, I don't want to be called." Yue Zhongxing said dejectedly.

Song Yu couldn't explain why he had such a mentality, and Mingyue Bank of China had done nothing wrong.

"Song, Uncle Song, let's eat." Yue Zhongxing's voice suddenly softened.

"You...that's all." Song Yu didn't seem to know what else to fault, "You did it behind the kitchen?"

Yue Zhongxing felt a little complacent, "Isn't that room just there for use?"

"Don't do it in the future." The dissatisfaction in Song Yu's words was obvious.

"The kitchen is too far away from us." Yue Zhongxing explained.

Song Yu seemed to have seized some opportunity, "Then you can still find a good place to live in Dongzhai."

"..." Yue Zhongxing stopped talking.

However, Yue Zhongxing's craftsmanship was good, but the dishes he made didn't quite suit Song Yu's taste.

Probably the cuisine of the southwest, Song Yu thought, but he has not had much contact with the cuisine of the southwest.

"Uncle Song, isn't it delicious?" Yue Zhongxing asked with his rice bowl in his hands.

"No." Song Yu ate very slowly, "You were born in the Southwest but you only cook dried blanched. Isn't the Southwest area full of spicy flavor?"

The jerky jerky that Yue Zhongxing had just picked up suddenly fell, "Uncle Song doesn't know, there are also lightly eaten ones in Chongqing and Shu."

"That's because I'm ignorant." Song Yu didn't have any unnecessary rebuttals.

Just looking at the dishes on the table, they are either boiled or boiled without any sauce and vinegar. The meat is also cut thick and large, without the flavor of Sichuan and Chongqing.

And it's more like the taste of the northwest frontier, the ingredients are simple, and the production method doesn't require any skilled craftsmanship.

It is necessary to be defensive, but Song Yu really can't find anything wrong with Yue Zhongxing at present. On the contrary, the other party completely regards himself as a member of the village.

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It's winter again, this is the second winter since Xiao Kan left.

It was just beginning of winter, and there were signs of snow falling in Heiyao village.

When the harvest was over in Zhaizhong, the school in Zhaizhong was also closed, and Yue Zhongxing gradually became free. Apart from being busy with Li Tingfang and Xiao Ling on weekdays, there was basically nothing to do.

But Song Yu still often disappeared, wandering among those suffering and weak people almost every day.

In short, the two seldom stayed in the Qingyu case at the same time during the day. Compared with Song Yu, Yue Zhongxing felt more like a person who originally lived here.

"Chongjin—"

Yue Zhongxing, who was sweeping the floor in the courtyard, knew it was Mrs. Li when he heard the shout.

"Ma'am, you are here." Yue Zhongxing immediately put down the broom in his hand and went to greet her, "Uncle Song is not here."

"I even forgot that he should be busy at this time." Mrs. Li hugged a pile of common clothes, "At my age, my memory is really bad."

Yue Zhongxing smiled, "Where is Madam, your age is in the year of Yongxue."

This Yue Zhongxing is very knowledgeable and can speak very well. The women and children in the village like to hear some interesting stories from him, and Mrs. Li is no exception, and she also has a good impression of him.

One is that he is a bit lonely as he gets older, and the other is that he is eager to think about his son. When he sees Yue Zhongxing, he will inevitably think of Xiao Kan.

"You can talk with your mouth." Mrs. Li followed the other party into the eaves of the courtyard, "Just like my child Jingyun, he is so happy to coax me all day long."

Yue Zhongxing smiled slightly, he had heard the name "Jingyun" more than once, and heard it no less than a hundred times from Xiao Ling, Mrs. Li, and other villagers.

From other people's mouths, he gradually got to know Xiao Kan who had never met before.

Originally, he didn't care about this person, until one day he learned that Xiao Kan was originally the person who lived in the Qingyu case, and gradually realized that Xiao Kan was Song Yu's nephew.

But Song Yu never mentioned it, but Song Yu never took the initiative to say anything to him, and it was reasonable.

"It's cold today, I don't know why Madam came here?" Yue Zhongxing asked.

Mrs. Li gestured to the things in her hands, "It will be Ladong soon, I made some thick clothes and brought them to you for preparation."

"Here, do I have a share?" Yue Zhongxing was a little surprised.

Mrs. Li smiled and chose two purple shirts, "Here, this is for you. I think you like cyan, so I made it specially."

"Madam has a heart, let Bank of China know what to do." Yue Zhongxing took the clothes, feeling heavy in his heart.

Mrs. Li smiled deeper, "Not enough not enough."

"Then the rest belong to Uncle Song? I've never seen Uncle Song wear this style before." Yue Zhongxing looked at the two black clothes in his opponent's hands and asked.

Mrs. Li touched the rest of the clothes and said, "I haven't finished the brocade ones yet, so I'll send them in two days. The black ones are for Jingyun."

This Xiao Kan person is not here, but there is something that should be there, Yue Zhongxing doesn't know whether it is envy or something.

"Then leave it to me, and I'll take it to his room." Yue Zhongxing said enthusiastically.

Mrs. Li immediately put the clothes on the other party's hand, "Then I'll trouble you, I'll drink some water first."

"Okay." Yue Zhongxing put down his two clothes, carried Xiao Kan's clothes and walked into the courtyard.

Since Xiao Kan used to live here, there were only two rooms in the inner courtyard, except for the west room where Song Yu slept, and the remaining east room belonged to Xiao Kan.

However, when Yue Zhongxing turned around and was about to walk towards the east wing, Mrs. Li behind him stopped him.

"BoC, that's Chongjin's wing."

Yue Zhongxing stopped immediately, turned around and looked at her suspiciously.

"The west wing is Jingyun's wing. Didn't Chongjin tell you?" Mrs. Li was surprised.

Yue Zhongxing was stunned, obviously he saw Song Yu going to the West Wing every night.

Could it be that Song Yu just went in and didn't sleep in the west wing?Besides, he didn't pay much attention.

"Really, Uncle Song, I never mentioned it." Yue Zhongxing hesitated.

Mrs. Li didn't think much, "Chongjin has always been like this, and it returns late at night."

Yue Zhongxing smiled dryly, holding the two suits of clothes, pushed open the door of the west wing and went in.

Except for the side room where he lived, this was the first time he entered other rooms in the Qingyu case.

There is nothing special about the furnishings in the room, everything is as usual, except that the pile of books on the desk is a bit high, and many scrolls rolled down on the ground.

When Yue Zhongxing found the wardrobe in the room and put the two clothes in it, he seemed to find something that was not harmonious.

There were many clothes displayed in the cabinet, most of which were worn by Yue Zhongxing when he saw Song Yu, and they were all light black and white.

But beside the plain clothes in the closet, there are still many dark black clothes. Judging from the embroidery and style, they don't look like Song Yu's style.

It looks more like it was worn by a young man with a high spirit and a high body and mind.

A name immediately popped up in Yue Zhongxing's mind: Xiao Kan.