Let's live with the farmer [Traveling]

Because of Song Ping'an, Tao Zhixing hoped that they would go back sooner, and the store would soon buy them at a suitable price.

He also introduced a bunch of friends to him. Xue Ming took Song Pingan to the restaurant to eat a few times, and spent another two or three hundred taels to meet a lot of people.

Song Pingan helped him to the inn, saw that he was so drunk that he couldn't tell the north from the south, and couldn't help squatting in front of him, saying: "Come up, I will carry you back."

"No need." Xue Ming's things were blurred today, but he knew that Song Ping'an was next to him, and he could hear what he said, so he insisted on walking back, "If you want to memorize it, I will memorize it."

If it wasn't for the fear that he would vomit and feel uncomfortable, Song Ping'an would have thrown him on his back and carried him back directly.

Xue Ming patted his back and said, "Get up!"

Song Pingan glared at him, stood up straight and waited for him to lean over.

There were not many pedestrians on the street, only the faint lights shone on their faces. Xue Ming's eyes fell on his face, and one of them couldn't help pinching his jaw when his heart moved.

A little astonishment crept up on Song Ping'an's face, he stared at him quickly, raised his wrist, as if to hit him, but was caught by Xue Ming who was a beat slower to react.

"Kiss one." Xue Ming's eyes were hazy, and he gently smoothed his skin with his fingers, as if asking for his opinion. He didn't wait for his answer for half a minute, so he let himself decide, lowered his head and prepared to pick.

Song Ping'an also drank some wine, but not as much as Xue Ming, just slightly tipsy. It was easy to refuse his words, but now he let him do it.

When the distance between the two was only a millimeter away, Song Pingan suddenly pushed him away, and shot towards a certain corner with sharp eyes.

Xue Ming also came to his senses, and followed his gaze to look over, his heart couldn't help but a fire arose, and he didn't know who was not afraid of death, but dared to spoil his good deeds.

If that person dared to come out, he might tear him up directly.

The person who was hiding seemed to have sensed their gaze and was hesitating whether to show up or not. Song Pingan suddenly rushed up and picked up the person like a chick.

Xue Ming was also full of anger, and just as he was about to hit their heads with his fist, the man slowly raised his head and said, "Benefactor, it's me..."

"Benefactor?" Song Pingan threw him out, took a closer look at his face by the light of the shop, and then looked at Xue Ming with a puzzled expression.

Xue Ming met many people in the past two days, tried his best to think back, and found that he had no impression of this person at all, so he said, "Who are you?"

Song Pingan came up rubbing his fists, wishing he could just knock him down to the ground and beat him up.But he was also afraid that he was the friend Xue Ming wanted to make, so he could only restrain his irritability.

Xue Ming gently pressed his temples, his head ached, and he asked impatiently, "Who are you? If you don't answer, don't blame me for being ruthless."

With wet tears on his face, the man replied tremblingly: "I am a Han student you sponsored a few days ago, and I will go to Beijing to take the exam in a month, and I came here specially to thank you today. "

"Huh?" After his reminder, Xue Ming remembered that there was indeed such a thing, but it was left to Zhang Shuwen to handle it.

Seeing that he remembered himself, he quickly introduced: "My name is Du Zirong's house, which is nearby. Today, my mother made some things. Let me bring them over for you to try."

The purpose of Xue Ming's funding for him was not because of great kindness, but because he wanted to make his career a reality in the capital. He originally asked Zhang Shuwen to find some people who could speak well.

Since he chose to fund it, he has no reason to take the money back, but anyone who ruins a good deed will not have a good temper. He said with a cold face: "Thank you for your kindness."

Song Pingan withdrew his fist, looked at the things he put on the ground, and felt a bad premonition in his heart.

Du Zirong quickly opened the things he had brought to show him, "I don't know what you like to eat, so I brought some good homemade wine."

brewing?Song Ping'an was not willing to let him drink, although the alcohol here was not too high, and he usually drank it as a drink.

He went up to replace Xue Ming who was still shaking, and took it over, "Give me the things."

Du Zirong shifted his gaze to him, glanced at him twice, then glanced at Xue Ming with uncertainty, "Xue, brother Xue, do you know each other?"

Xue Ming felt that his eyes were lame, and that he had ruined his good deed just now, and now he asked himself if he knew Song Ping'an, so he wanted to slap him on the face, and said, "This is my wife."

"Yuan, so it's your wife..." Du Zirong was a little surprised and couldn't connect the two of them together.

One looks refined and personable, and the other looks like a country reckless man no matter what.Even if they were together, it could only be said that one of them was forced, but he didn't know Song Ping'an who was forced at the beginning.

He picked up the things on the ground again, took out all the things inside like offering treasures, and said: "Brother Xue, this is a pastry made by my mother. It tastes good. We brothers often eat it at home." this."

The pastries are made with great care, and each one is pinched into different shapes. Those who don't know it think they are pinched for their lover.

After drinking all night, Xue Ming was not very interested in his new pastry, so naturally he didn't intend to try it, he just hummed.

Everything was delivered to the door, and there was no reason not to accept it. Song Pingan went up to pick up the cakes, "I have a heart."

After he finished delivering all the things, Xue Ming showed a look of impatience in his eyes, and asked, "Is there anything else?"

"Ah?" Du Zirong didn't know what to say for a moment. He had seen him enter the restaurant and then come out drunk, thinking of sending him home.Just in time to see Song Pingan coming out with his arms around him "fiendishly", he followed them all the time, seeing that the two of them were about to "fight", and was about to rush to help, but was discovered by Song Pingan.

Hearing Xue Ming say that she is his wife, he suddenly felt a little unwilling, and said, "Brother Xue, I usually sell paintings and write calligraphy on the street. If you don't mind, I... I can do it for you." Some bills or something."

In his eyes, Song Ping'an looked like a rough person, unable to help anything.

"No need," Xue Ming refused, "There is someone under me who can write."

Du Zirong seemed to have been beaten head-on by someone, but he still didn't want to give up, and said, "Brother Xue, I...I can still paint, if you don't mind..."

Xue Ming was already dizzy, but after hearing so many words from him, he couldn't bear it any longer. He tilted his body, and Song Pingan, who was standing beside him, quickly hugged him, and then forcefully placed him on his lap. Back, bypassing Du Zirong, said: "If you have anything to do, come tomorrow."

Looking at his strong bones and his petite body, Du Zirong could only follow behind him step by step, and said, "Is the thing easy to hold? Do you want me to help?"

Xue Ming crawled on his back, resting his forehead on the crescent of his neck, smelling the scent of his body to relieve his headache, but he couldn't hear him whimpering behind him.

Du Zirong, who was ignored, ran up to him persistently, and said, "Brother Song, are you tired? Let me help you carry it for a while."

"No need." Song Pingan stopped and looked at him for a while, then said, "You're blocking my way."

Du Zirong glanced at the person on his back, saw that Xue Ming was not looking directly at him, but just closed his eyes, sniffing his scent greedily, bit his lips and said, "Brother Song, just ask me to help you." Please help, Big Brother Xue has helped me so much, I don’t even know how to repay him.”

If it still doesn't show his careful thinking, Song Ping'an followed him into Fucheng for nothing, then pushed Xue Ming upside down, and said, "Isn't it something that has already been delivered?"

Xue Ming opened his eyes a little when he heard his words, he couldn't see anything clearly in front of him, so he hugged Song Ping'an tightly and said, "Ping'an, marry me."

She didn't realize that there was a person standing next to her, and said love words to herself, "If you want a child, I will give it to you!"

If Song Pingan used to raise his fist regularly to warn him, he would look at the huge light bulb in front of him and say, "Hey, what the hell are you going to do to me?"

Xue Ming suddenly laughed twice, patted his buttocks with one hand, and said with a smile: "It must be in this life."

Song Pingan obviously meant that he was born but Song Ping'an was startled, tensed somewhere, and said angrily: "Be honest with me, otherwise I will throw you down and kill you."

Du Zirong also recognized the key words, "So you are not married."

It's none of your business whether you get married or not?

Song Pingan didn't bother to talk to him, and walked to the inn with Xue Ming on his back.

Du Zirong didn't catch up now, looked at them from a distance, laughed happily, and said to himself: "That means I still have a chance."

As soon as Song Pingan entered the inn, he threw the things in his hand to Zhang Shuwen. After helping Xue Ming to sit on the bed for a long time, he called him up and asked, "Who is Du Zirong?"

"You mean that Du Zirong!" Zhang Shuwen stuffed a piece of pastry into his mouth, "I saw him selling calligraphy on the street some time ago, and I heard that he was going to Beijing to catch the exam soon. I saw that he could speak well, so I gave him a piece of cake from the boss. Some of the subsidy was given to him, and the boss happened to pass by, so he said he would repay the boss.”