Marriage of the Republic of China

As soon as Bai Hanchen sat down at the dining table, he saw Bai Hanxing throwing down the bowl and running out. After a while, there was another hasty shout: "Fuzi! Hurry up! I'm going to be late!"

"Why is Hanxing in such a hurry?" He frowned slightly.Ever since something happened once, Dafuzi followed Bai Hanxing no matter where he went.Anyway, the eldest brother was not there, and Da Fuzi's car was also empty, so it happened to be moved to the third brother.

"He said he was going to attend a lecture at Yan University." Fu Wenge picked up chopsticks for him, "Hurry up and eat, and Fuzi will follow."

Bai Hanchen thought for a moment, then asked: "Yan University? Whose lecture?"

Fu Wenge said his name, and Bai Hanchen slapped the chopsticks on the table as soon as he heard it, got up and went straight to the backyard.There has been trouble recently, Yan Dajing has an accident.Bai Hanxing usually likes to watch things that promote new trends of thought. Bai Hanchen is afraid that his younger brother will follow the gang of college students to make a fuss, and then go to the street for sex and then be arrested by the police.

Not long after, Bai Hanxing was carried back to the dining room, frowning unhappily.Sitting back at the table, Bai Hanchen pointed to the stool: "Sit down, I have something to tell you."

Bai Hanxing said impatiently: "Stop sitting down, if you have something to do, just say, I'm in a hurry!"

"Don't go to the lecture, go back to the room and study."

"Why!?"

Snapped!

Bai Hanchen slammed his chopsticks on the table again, put his hands on his knees and glared at his brother coldly: "The person who gave the lecture has already been sent to prison once for inciting students to make trouble. Do you want to go in and go to prison with him?"

His shoulders and chest rose and fell rapidly, and Bai Hanxing's tone was aggressive—"Speaking the truth and conscience, even going to prison is an honor!"

"Nonsense!" Bai Hanchen sternly stopped, "Dad's body is like that, you still want him to worry about you before going back to the hospital, don't you!"

Fu Wenge quickly persuaded: "Han Chen, don't say that, Han Xing has a plan in his heart."

"He has a fart!" Bai Hanchen frowned fiercely, "Bai Hanxing, let me tell you, if you go to jail, don't expect the Bai family to spend money to find someone to help you out!"

Bai Hanxing's eyes widened unconvinced: "Brother, haven't you been in jail for making trouble before? Why can't you do it when you come to me?"

Um?Fu Wenge looked at Bai Hanchen with raised eyebrows, and asked him with his eyes, "Have you ever been in prison?".

Being stared at by Fu Wenge with strange eyes, Bai Hanchen's face was a little uneasy, and he said anxiously: "It's the year of the fucking calendar! Besides, my situation was different then! Don't talk nonsense to me, go back to the room Wen Shu to go!"

"Tch, even older than Dad." Bai Hanxing muttered disdainfully.

Bai Hanchen stood up suddenly, glaring and questioning: "What did you say!?"

"Hanchen!" Fu Wenge hurriedly dragged him back to the stool, and kept winking at Bai Hanxing to urge him to avoid, "Eat first, it's completely cold."

Bai Han went out of the house in high spirits, only to hear his brother shouting from behind: "Are you going back to the east courtyard!?"

Guessing that he was destined to be unable to get out today, Bai Hanxing turned a corner in a fit of anger.

After washing up and getting under the covers, Fu Wenge remembered what Bai Hanxing said at the dinner table, and asked Bai Hanchen who was sitting on the bed and reading the company's financial report with a straight face: "I didn't expect you to have been in prison before."

Following the flipping of the paper, Bai Hanchen murmured, "When I was in college, it was just in time for the Northern Expedition. The student union organized students to take to the streets to petition for an armistice. As a result, there was a conflict with the security team, and everything was copied in... ...Hey, it came out after a few days."

"Student union?" Fu Wenge thought for a while, "Han Chen, I remember you said that Leng Jiyuan used to be the president of the student union... Then what is your position in the student union?"

Bai Hanchen withheld the financial report, looked at him sideways, and said with a helpless smile: "I'm the vice president, hey, you don't want to be jealous of us now, do you?"

"I'm not jealous, just ask."

Fu Wenge turned around and got under the quilt.Leng Jiyuan came to Beiping on a business trip last week, and Bai Hanchen served as the host to entertain him for dinner. Originally, he was asked to go with him, but he had a class that night and couldn't spare.When he got home and saw Bai Hanchen who was drunk, his teeth would turn sour when he thought of the scene of these two talking happily.

Of course, he knew in his heart that it was impossible for Leng Jiyuan and Bai Hanchen to rekindle their old relationship.It's just that after meeting Leng Jiyuan, knowing that the other party is such an excellent person, he was very envious, and a trace of jealousy arose out of thin air.If the person next to Bai Hanchen is Leng Jiyuan, then when Bai Hanchen encounters a problem, at least there is someone who can give him effective advice and real help.

But he can't, at least not right now.

Pulling his shoulders, Bai Hanchen lowered his head and smiled lightly against the cool pinna: "I'm not jealous? Then why are you so awkward?"

"Which eye of yours looks awkward at me?"

"This one, and this one." Bai Hanchen grabbed his hand and touched his eye sockets, in exchange for a unwilling smile from the other party.

Withdrawing his hand, Fu Wenge turned around and hugged his waist, urging: "Stop making trouble, go to bed, don't you have to go on a business trip tomorrow morning?"

"Well, speaking of which—"

Bai Hanchen casually put the financial report on the bedside table, turned off the desk lamp, and flipped the quilt back to cover each other from head to toe.

"What are you doing?" A question of refusal and welcome came from the bed.

"Business trip, pay the travel expenses in advance."

There was another snort in the bed.

After being tossed about by Bai Hanchen for half the night, Fu Wenge was drowsy all morning, and he didn't have much appetite for lunch.Chen Xiaomo saw that he was holding his chin and holding up the chopsticks with a lack of interest on his face, so he offered up the can of Li Chunming's mother's spicy oil.

It happened that Li Chunming was out on errands and came to the small courtyard for lunch at noon, and saw Fu Wenge eating spicy oil as a dish, the corners of his mouth twitched.

"Stop playing, spicy, Wenge." He and Chen Xiaomo had the same tone at the beginning.

"It's not very spicy." Fu Wenge blinked with chopsticks in his mouth, with an expression of indifference, "What? It hurts to eat a few mouthfuls of your spicy peppers?"

"No, you eat what you eat."

Li Chunming really didn't feel sorry for the oily peppers, anyway, it was made by his old mother, and he would ask someone to take it after eating.This spicy pepper is strong and fragrant, but I dare not eat more.Especially in spring when the wind is strong and dry, if you eat too much, going to the latrine is tantamount to punishment.

"Give me some too." Zhou Yunfei handed over the rice bowl.He actually didn't dare to eat spicy food, but seeing how delicious Fu Wenge's food was, he wanted to try it too.

Fu Wenge picked a little with the tip of the chopsticks and put it into the bowl, and seeing Zhou Yunfei take a bite, his face flushed immediately, and he said in a hurry: "Xiaomo! Give water——"

Chen Xiaomo quickly poured a cup of tea and handed it to him. Zhou Yunfei gulped down the whole cup of tea, then continued to open his mouth and fan the wind with his hand, hissing and gasping, tears came out.

"It's too spicy! How can there be such a spicy thing?!" He regained his strength and cried, "If this thing is wiped in the prisoner's mouth, he will definitely be recruited without torture!"

"You don't usually eat spicy food, so of course you can't stand it if it's a little spicy." Fu Wenge raised his chin at Chen Xiaomo and Li Chunming, "Is it?"

The two of them blinked, not knowing what to say.The chili they choose to make oily chili peppers is the spiciest variety on their side. They don’t think it’s a big deal when they’re used to eating it, but no one puts it on noodles or mixes it with rice like a sauced tofu.It was the first time outsiders ate it, and Zhou Yunfei's reaction was normal. Spooning it like Fu Wenge did, it was the rhythm of the taste system malfunctioning.

After dinner, Li Chunming followed Chen Xiaomo to wash the dishes.Aunt Ding's family lives at the intersection of the next street, and it's not far away. When they come here, they only cook two meals, and they don't need wages.So Chen Xiaomo and the others were embarrassed to let Aunt Ding take care of the cleaning, and they took turns washing the dishes after dinner every day.

"I didn't realize that Wen Ge really can eat spicy food."

Li Chunming had nothing to say, otherwise Chen Xiaomo might not have been able to chat with him after all the dishes were washed.The good news just came out from his sister-in-law during the first Spring Festival, so his parents were naturally not in a hurry to urge him to get married and have a grandson, but he was in a hurry. He is 26 years old and has never even held a small hand. He sleeps hard and wakes up every day. He is afraid that something will happen to him later.And judging from Chen Xiaomo's intentions, she didn't resist so much at first, as if she was willing to let nature take its course and give him a chance.

"I remember he didn't like spicy food very much before." Chen Xiaomo straightened up and shook the water from his hands.

Because he had to wash the dishes, he rolled up his sleeves to the elbow, exposing his entire forearm.Li Chunming saw a red spot on the inside of the wheat-colored forearm, and said curiously, "Your blood mole is quite big, I've never seen it before."

Chen Xiaomo hurriedly rolled down her sleeves, threw the apron into Li Chunming's arms, and left in a hurry with a displeased expression on her face.

--Eh?What did I say wrong?

Li Chunming gripped the apron aggrievedly, deeply puzzled.

During the recess in the afternoon, I heard Chen Xiaomo say that Li Chunming didn't understand any basic knowledge of physiology, while Zhou Yunfei patted the table next to him and laughed out loud.Banye's erythema is the same as women's menstruation/event. Occasionally, it will not be affected in a lifetime, but it has no effect on physiological functions.

This is common sense to them, but to a young man like Li Chunming who is honest and upright, it may not be a concept at all.No wonder, who has nothing to say to him, let alone he is not a medical student, even among their classmates, there are quite a few students who look like they have opened the door to a new world when they are studying hygiene.

"He's just a mallet! He Da told me that he has never even kissed on the mouth!"

Chen Xiaomo stared at him coldly: "Isn't it funny if you haven't kissed before?"

"Uh...not..." Thinking that Chen Xiaomo was still young from head to toe, Zhou Yunfei straightened his posture immediately, and changed the topic irrelevantly, "Wen Ge, lend me your notes just now... Wen Ge?"

Fu Wenge was in a daze, and Zhou Yunfei called his name twice before he realized it. He casually slapped him the notebook, got up and walked out of the classroom.

Zhou Yunfei called him: "Why are you going? Class is starting soon!"

"It's convenient to go, if you call the roll later, please help me."

Zhou Yunfei turned his face and raised his eyebrows at Chen Xiaomo: "Hey, this must be caused by eating too much spicy oil at noon."

Chen Xiaomo misplaced his eyes and remained silent.When Fu Wenge heard him talking about the erythema just now, his eyes froze, but now he looks full of thoughts, maybe what's wrong.

Entering the cubicle, Fu Wenge took off his pants and looked down, then frowned.Hearing someone talking outside, he quickly pulled up his pants and pushed the door out.The three of them had erythema at the same time, with a difference of only one or two days.He just heard Chen Xiaomo mention it, and he suddenly thought that he should get up this month, but there was no mark on his thigh.

Since the age of 14, this erythema has been reporting on time every month, but now it suddenly doesn't work... Uh, wait, he pursed his lips - it seems that he didn't wake up last month, and he just went back to visit relatives in those few days and was completely busy Keep this in mind.

Leaning against the wall of the corridor with arms folded, Fu Wenge's mind was in a mess from the ringing of the class bell.

TBC

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