Chapter 330

"No, guess how coins are different from others?"

Wang Zibo has never seen such a routine: "we used to guess the pros and cons. How can we guess how many years it was produced!"

"No, that's what you haven't seen. You can only say that you have little knowledge and are willing to admit defeat."

Chen Hansheng put the coin in Xiao aning's pocket: "brother Zibo bought you sugar. Thank him quickly."

"Thank you, brother Zibo."

Little Anning is very obedient, said crisply.

"Thank me for what I do. It's not my money."

Wang Zibo knew that he couldn't play with Chen Hansheng and muttered a few words.

My mother-in-law was old, and there was no topic with the young people. She narrowed her eyes and went back to rest with a crutch.

Uncle Chen Hansheng was very happy to hear that he was willing to stay. He rubbed his dry palm, said a few words in the local dialect and went back.

"What is he talking about?"

This is Wang Zibo's question. In fact, Chen Hansheng is not interested. He grabs the little local dog and ravages it again.

"Well, well, he said

Arning explained and looked at Hansheng for fear that he might accidentally hammer the local dog to death.

"Uncle said that tomorrow is his daughter's wedding. He may arrive at sister a soon next year. He should prepare some good wine."

When Wang Zibo heard it, he immediately responded and asked himself an embarrassing topic. Chen Hansheng didn't even want to be sure about his girlfriend. Now how can he want to get married.

"How old is the eldest uncle's daughter? She may be of marriageable age. Your elder sister is still studying."

Wang Zibo hurried to find a reasonable explanation.

"No."

Little Anning didn't understand the complex thoughts between adults. She tilted her head and said, "the second sister is younger than sister A. she's only 18."

"What, get married at 18?"

Wang Zibo was stunned. He was just an adult.

"There's nothing strange about it."

Chen Hansheng, who hasn't spoken all the time, suddenly put in a sentence: "in the past, some of our female students in junior middle school didn't get into high school. After working outside for two years, they went home for a blind date and got married. Now they may have children at the age of 20."

Wang Zibo nodded: "this is true. I met one when I went home in the summer vacation. I almost didn't dare to believe it at that time. Does Deng Cuicui in junior middle school remember?"

Chen Hansheng shook his head: "I have no impression at all."

Next, the two discussed their former classmates, mainly Wang Zibo's memories. High school students were OK. Junior high school students had to be reminded constantly before Chen Hansheng could remember a little.

Of course, the boring topic of "marriage" was biased by Chen Hansheng,

Wang Zibo is more interested in talking. Whenever he thinks of the past of junior high school and high school, he always beats his thigh excitedly.

Little Anning couldn't understand this and lay on Shen Youchu's legs sleepy.

Shen Youchu stroked Anning's hair with one hand and kept adding firewood to the stove with the other hand to keep the temperature in the small kitchen. The flickering red light reflected between her eyebrows and eyes, a gentle and graceful passage of time.

In the evening, Shen Youchu helped to make the bed. Chen Hansheng and Wang Zibo slept in the quilt. Wang Zibo kept pushing.

Chen Hansheng occasionally echoed a few words, but he thought that he was a close friend from childhood. He accompanied me to Sichuan and Chongqing for two consecutive years. Even if he knew that he would be beaten and scolded by Aunt Lu when he came home late, he finally acquiesced.

"Xiao Chen."

Wang Zibo saw that Chen Hansheng hadn't said a word for a long time and asked, "did you sleep?"

"Fart."

Chen Hansheng said.

"How do you deal with the two girls, xiaoyu'er and Shen Youchu? Do you want to marry both?"

Wang Zibo suddenly asked. He hasn't forgotten the topic in the small kitchen.

"What?"

Chen Hansheng didn't seem to hear clearly.

"What are you going to do with xiaoyu'er and Shen Youchu? Do you still want to marry both?"

Wang Zibo repeated again.

"No, what did the last sentence say?"

"Did you sleep?"

"Sleep, don't bother me."

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The next morning, Chen Hansheng and Wang Zibo were awakened early to attend the uncle's wedding.

However, their emphases are fundamentally different. Wang Zibo feels that the villagers here are really simple. They look at themselves curiously and kindly. When Wang Zibo nods his head, both adults and children are more shy than themselves, and they all turn their heads embarrassed.

Uncle's family was especially polite. Every once in a while, someone came over and asked in non-standard Mandarin: "college students, are you hungry? Do you want to eat something to cushion your stomach first?"

Wang Zibo used to be a little transparent at home or at school. He was suddenly taken seriously and was not used to it. He was busy in the corner and refused others' kindness. He quietly asked Shen Youchu next to him, "where's Xiao Chen?"

"He went to see the bride."

Shen Youchu whispered.

"I really went..."

Wang Zibo was stunned. Chen Hansheng really didn't take himself as an outsider at all.

Before long, Chen Hansheng came back again. He opened his mouth full of wine: "my God, the fruit wine brewed here has a strong aftereffect. I drank two bowls and my head was a little dizzy."

Shen Youchu poured a cup of tea and handed it over: "Why are you drinking?"

After drinking hot tea, Chen Hansheng wiped his mouth and said, "it's not your custom. The bride set up eight bowls of wine to block the door. The groom is a younger brother than us. After drinking three bowls, he's a little tired. I like to fight against injustice, so I helped drink two bowls."

Wang Zibo looked at the excitement and said, "Xiao Chen, is the bride beautiful?"

Chen Hansheng glanced obliquely: "just now he asked you to go and see the bride together. You don't go with your shelf. Now you want to know the answer. Wait. The newlyweds will come and toast."

"I don't have a shelf."

Wang Zibo muttered, "people think we are college students, and we are guests here. It's too reckless to see the bride."

Chen Hansheng grinned: "it's lucky that you're from Jianye technology. If you're from MIT, the earth probably can't accommodate you."

Soon there was a loud noise outside. Uncle, daughter and son-in-law came to propose a toast. Wang Zibo quickly padded his feet.

Although the bride only wore an ordinary red skirt, because she was born beautiful, she drank some wine and smiled, which made the whole living room bright.

However, the groom is really young. He may not even understand the meaning of marriage to himself. He just stood around and toasted.

When he saw Chen Hansheng, a happy smile burst out on his vacant face: "College brother, thank you for helping me drink just now."

"Well said, happy wedding."

Chen Hansheng laughed and drank another bowl forthright.

Wang Zibo's heart was sour when he saw it. He didn't envy his best friend's ability to dance well and get together everywhere. Chen Hansheng was like this when he was a child.

Wang Zibo is the younger brother and groom.

The bride's beauty is put in Jianye Institute of technology, which is a proper school flower. There is no discount at all. Even in schools such as Dongda, except Xiao Rongyu, there may not be much more than the bride.

Such a girl had to marry such a sloppy bridegroom because she was imprisoned in the mountains.

To tell the truth, Wang Zibo is still a little proud in such a place where the per capita education is primary school. Otherwise, he won't put on airs.

But now after seeing the newlyweds.

How to say, he somehow thought of XiMenqing, Wu Dalang and Pan Jinlian.

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