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The hot dumplings came out of the pan, and Mr. Rong picked out his hands and feet with ease, and put them in a small clean pastel dish. The fresh fish and algae pattern loomed on the bottom.

Lin Lang secretly reached for it while he turned around.

"Snapped!"

A pair of silver chopsticks hit the back of her hand.

Mr. Rong seemed to have long eyes behind his back, his head never turned back, and his voice was calm, "Come on, wash your hands."

Lin Lang disappointed, "Oh", obediently did.

After someone washed his hands, he picked up the saucer and a small bowl of vinegar and walked slowly into the yard.

There is a small wooden shed on the left side of the yard. The green branches are entwined, and occasionally sporadic flowers are blooming. There is a stone platform and two bamboo chairs in the middle. It is a bit wild.

Mr. Rong handed the chopsticks to someone and said with a smile, "The custom in my hometown is to put a copper coin in the dumplings to discuss Geely. If you eat it, I will think about it."

Lin Lang tilted his head, "That Lin Lang also won't take advantage, if the sir is hit, though."

The man's eyes flashed, "Oh, then I have to pick out."

Two pairs of silver chopsticks stick out at the same time, picking up a thin dumpling lightly.

Mr. Rong watched Lin Lang eat and took a bite.

He slightly raised the corner of his mouth.

"Sir, I have it!"

The people on the opposite side cried in surprise and raised their eyes, happy as a child.

"Huh? Really?" He stretched his eyebrows, "Well, you said, what do you want?"

In his eyes, the black eyes were spinning.

Mr. Rong looks arrogant and funny. What bad idea is this little guy playing?

"Anything?"

"Well, anything will do."

His voice was a little softer unconsciously.

The sky in September was like a clear sapphire, reflected in her eyes, and there were shallow waves.

"Then I'm going to get married at the age of twenty, and be a good wife of a diligent family and a virtuous man." Lin Lang smiled brightly, and there was a shattered light on the cheongsam, which was mottled into a landscape.

"It's hot in the summer, so cool the fan for my husband. It's cold in the winter. A cup of hot tea warms the stomach."

Mr. Rong was taken aback.

Lin Lang was also looking at him. A smooth pearl fell on his ear, lined with the fluffy cloud hair, which was not like the past beauty and publicity, but revealed a soft and gentle atmosphere.

This "Mr." is not "Mr.", but the meaning is quite profound.

Mr. Rong's blood trough was emptied in an instant.

She didn't wait for Mr. Rong's reaction, holding silver chopsticks, picked another one, and her lips and teeth touched something hard.

"Oh, it seems that my luck is better today." She said humbly, "Sir, you are going to be slaughtered by me."

Mr. Rong returned to his mind and heard Yan Yan picking up his lips, very generous, "Speak, what do you want?"

"Well, I hope my future husband's surname is a little better, for example--"

She deliberately lengthened her tone.

Very quickly, a palm was spread in front of her, and a silver pocket watch lay quietly in it.

"Do you think the surname Rong is nice?" The man asked with a smile.

"Does that Mr. Rongshi feel good?" Lin Lang asked cunningly.

I knew she would not easily agree to this little poison.

Mr. Rong pressed the temple, "This name is a bit sloppy, but ..."

He leaned over, put her pocket watch on her solemnly, and hung it on his chest. The thin fingers fiddled with them and put them in the right position.

"Mrs. Shi Rong, don't miss it." He said lightly.

This sentence is almost equivalent to an open proposal.

The wife ’s surname is placed in front of the husband ’s surname, indicating that he will not interfere too much with her freedom after marriage, agreeing to her development of her ideals and roads, and giving her full support, even if it is to be the husband behind.

Mr. Rong is thirty-five years old this year. He has a lot of money and power. This is the prime time for a man ’s career to rise. If he retires to the second line, I do n’t know how many people should sigh.

However, he still turned her back and gave her a promise.

Beauty Township, Hero Mound.

Mr. Rong vaguely felt that excessive indulgence and indulgence were undesirable. He was already on a dangerous edge, behind which was a cliff, and another step back was the abyss.

But her outlined future is too beautiful.

Shake the fan in the summer, warm the tea in the winter, and occasionally listen to a few nagging on the pillow, free and comfortable.

Mr Rong sighed, he might be really old.

The longer it is, the more yearning it is for a simple life. There is no scam, no swords and swords, and it is enough to be alone.

A few days later, a carriage exited Rong's house and set off towards a remote mountain village.

Compared to convenient and fast cars, Mr. Rong still likes traditional transportation tools such as carriages and sedan cars.

"Sir, where are we going?"

Lin Lang was docile on his knees, and an uncut green silk was softly scattered on the black gown.

"Take you to see where I was born, and my father and mother." Mr. Rong stroked her head skillfully and naturally.

He has an unbearable past, and was once as cheap as dust, hoping this will not collapse his tall image in her mind.

The wheels rolled over the potholes of the yellow earth, and Mr. Rong grabbed the people, not letting her thrash.

"I ’m not afraid of you jokes. When I was a kid, my family was very poor. My father and mother had no fields and lived with scattered small jobs. My mother was very able to live. Except for me, there were four sisters and four brothers. I have n’t even tasted some of the fluffy stars all year round. "

"When I was five years old, my family was unable to uncover the pan. My father and mother sold me to the teeth to reduce the burden. The teeth looked ugly and stubborn, and they would talk back, pondering the law every day to punish me. , To smooth my corners. "

At the beginning, he didn't have much desire and ambition. He just wanted to save enough money, redeem the deed of sale, and then return to his hometown to be a safe blacksmith or hunter. When he was about the same age, he would find a vegetable and weave. Mother-in-law, guarding a few acres of land to live.

When Mr. Rong recalled that life, his eyes were gloomy. "Later I was bought by a big landowner, and I was on the stone for a few years."

"Do you know what Shangma Stone is?" He asked suddenly, and didn't seem to want anyone to answer. He said to himself, "It is to crush your proud bones, like a dog with a tail and begging, kneeling on the ground. Belittled by others. "

On his back, the landlord's leather boots ran over, and the lady's embroidered shoes stepped on, heavy, muddy, increasingly crooked, without dignity.

In order to survive, he endured.

It's just that people always have a bottom line.

"Once, the son of the landlord lost his bet with someone, and the losing side would pass through the crotch of the winner." Mr. Rong said calmly, "The young master thinks that I have been a horse-riding stone for so many years. , Shake the tail and beg for the fire, and have considerable experience, so let me fulfill the gambling contract on his behalf. "

"Mr……"

Mr. Rong stroked her hair, "That was the courage I had for the first time in my life. I did not succumb to death. Naturally, I was beaten badly. I thought I would not survive anymore."

Since then, the young man with the high eye has caught the opportunity and tortured him with cruel and outrageous methods.

A jade hand rested on the back of his hand.

The silent silence spreads warmth.

Mr. Rong's expression relaxed, and her fingers caught her strands of hair.

The setting sun gradually settled down on the horizon, and at dusk, a carriage slowly stopped by the field.

Mr. Rong stretched out his arms and got out of the car with arms around Lin Lang, and motioned for the driver to wait a little while. He took Lin Lang's hand without hesitation.

The flavor of autumn is hidden in the golden wheat ears, exuding a mature fragrance. The field is full of water, and in the mountain stream not far away, listen to the sound of streams crashing into the gravel.

Several thick old cows scattered around the field drinking water, and occasionally raised a pair of big brown crystal clear eyes, curiously looking at the guests who broke into Taoyuan.

Mr. Rong led the man to a decadent log cabin with two tombstones standing beside him.

"When I came back, this family was already empty. I couldn't reach anyone, and I didn't know where they were so far. I heard from people nearby that my father and mother were starved to death in those years .. And the silver that I have been sending home has fallen into the hands of my neighbors. "

He didn't burn any paper money and ingots. For Mr. Rong, people died like a lamp, one hundred, and there is no more life in the future.

"Me, I have been complaining to God, why have you arranged such a rough fate for me, why must I have suffered so much, why should I have to carry too much burden at a young age."

"I admire the young master, who has no worry about food and clothing, went to school, ate hot dishes, and the whole family looked after him, not like me. There are countless manuscripts in it, so you do n’t need to be annoying. "

He loosened his palm, split his fingers, slipped into the cracks of his fingers, and interlocked her fingers.

"However, I think there must be a reason for destiny to be so arranged."

Mr. Rong turned his face slightly, and the sharp and deep outline became softer in the afterglow of the sunset.

Because it left me the best.

Mr. Rong raised her hand and stuck it to his heart.

"I am seventeen years older than you, but what does it matter? The injuries I have suffered, the pain I have tasted, are always one step ahead of you. I will not deliberately flatten your future, and you do not have to be afraid of those unknown Fear, I ’ve always been there. It wo n’t let you lose alone at dusk, it wo n’t let you rain and someone will go home. ”

got windy.

it's dark.

He gently hugged her into his arms.

I ’m 17 years older than you, nothing bad.

At thirty-five, I can calmly give you the tenderness and maturity you want.