She slept on the eleven and didn't forget what happened last night. The first thing she did was to find Yang Shifeng to settle the account. She had to ask this person what she thought, and she ran away after she kissed and confessed again, owing to clean up!

I didn't know that a few people were shopping in the early morning, and they chatted at the counter before leaving.

Eleven thinks that their shop has another function, that is, the sacred place of chattering, and everyone can talk for a long time when they buy things together.

Grandpa Yang is a kind person. Seeing that they are all from the village, he took a few stools and put them at the table for everyone to sit on. He also brought some water to drink. The women were not polite, so they sat down and brought Grandpa Yang. Chatted.

Eleven is not easy to settle accounts with Yang Shifeng in front of so many people, only stretched out his finger to point at him, and barked his teeth at him.

Yang Shifeng didn't evade this time, looking straight back at her, there seemed to be a lot to say in his eyes.

The two looked at each other silently.

Fortunately, the few people sitting at the table were talking gossip in full swing, and they didn't pay attention to what these two people were doing, otherwise they would have to make a good joke.

"The village chief's wife is now saying every day that her family Cuilan is looking for a good husband's house, so proud of her."

"It's no wonder that she said every day that she heard that the man's house is a business in the town, and the yard at home is so big that he always goes out with horse-drawn carriages. With such good conditions, I want me to show off too."

"I don't know how people think of her Cuilan. Although Cuilan looks good, she is still a girl in the village. Why don't they find a girl from the town who is right?"

Grandpa Yang didn't expect that they were talking about this. He couldn't interrupt on this topic, so he had to stay silent.

An aunt who lives next door to the village chief’s house cleared her throat at this time and lowered her voice and said, “I’m telling you, in fact, where things are like the village chief’s wife said, the man can’t find the town’s daughter-in-law at all. I can only look for the man in the village, the man Cuilan said, I know all men who work in the town, he is a man who loves to drink and go to the flower house, he is idle all day, and he likes to beat his wife, as if the front has already been beaten. I have two daughters-in-law."

People who didn’t know were surprised at this moment, "Really? Why do such a man, the village chief and his wife, marry Cuilan? They usually love Cuilan, right? Will Cuilan recruit her son-in-law?"

The aunt next to the village chief’s house waved her hand and continued to press her voice: “The village chief and his wife love Cuilan very much, but Song Dawei is the one who loves them the most. The reason they talk about Cuilan to this person is because of Song Dawei. I stabbed Louzi outside and put the married woman to bed. She was caught by her husband, held and beaten half to death. Now she hasn't released it yet. They just said that they would give fifty taels of silver if they wanted to redeem someone. ."

"Fifty taels of silver! How can I get so much money."

"Song Dawei actually did this? No wonder he hasn't been seen in the village during this period of time. It turned out to be detained."

"According to you, the village chief and his wife married Cui Lan to that family because they wanted money to redeem Song Dawei?"

The aunt next to the village chief’s house nodded, “That’s it. I live next door to their house. I can hear everything in their house. That girl Cuilan doesn’t want to marry at all. She makes trouble at home every day, and she’s also being taken by the village chief. The couple is locked up and will not let her out."

"There is still this thing. I thought that girl Cuilan really found a good home. What kind of home is this? Didn't this push her into the fire pit?"

"The village chief and his wife can't cheat their daughter so much if they love their son. Isn't this a crime? The village chief's wife is enough. It's so embarrassing to show off such a thing. I am too ashamed to look up."

"No! I think the most **** is Song Dawei, this little bastard. If this continues, the whole family will have to be ruined by him."

Everyone was talking babbledly. While staring at Yang Shifeng at the same time, they heard the conversation. She was speechless for a while. Yesterday she really thought Song Cuilan had found a good home, but she didn't expect it to be like this.

No wonder she hadn't seen Song Dawei's wretched man ever since she came back. He was detained. To be honest, she thought it was pretty good.

At this time, Zhu Lao San happened to bring his wife to get the needle. The group of chatters didn’t plan to leave for a while, so they had to take Zhu Lao San and his wife to the medical room for medical treatment. Anyway, there was time to find Yang Shifeng. Settle accounts.

It was noon by the time she gave the third wife Zhu's needles, and there was no one in the house. Grandpa Yang looked at the shop. Little Stone was wiping the counter with a rag while Yang Shifeng was in the kitchen. Cook.

Eleven eyeballs rolled and slipped into the kitchen silently.

That tall figure was standing in front of the stove with his back facing her and was cooking seriously, even the action of cooking was quite manly.

Eleven couldn't help but quietly walked over, hugged his waist from behind him, and pressed his face to his back.

This move successfully made Yang Shifeng tremble all over, and the hand holding the spatula did not know how to move, and his voice was muted, "Eleventh, I'm cooking."

Eleven rubbed his back, and the rascal said: "You are yours, I am behind you and I didn't bother you."

"..." Yang Shifeng had no choice but to ignore the limp people behind him, and before the vegetables were burned, he held her hand on his abdomen, gently pulled it away, and turned to look at her. "eleven......."

Eleven stood on tiptoe, put his hands around his neck and glued it, looked into his eyes, and started to settle accounts, "Did you hear what I said last night?"

Yang Shifeng's eyes flashed and nodded.

Eleven immediately puffed out his mouth, fiercely, "What did you run after I heard it! What do you mean?!"

Yang Shifeng lowered his gaze, the roots of his ears were a bit red, and it took a long time to say: "I'm sorry." First two kisses, and then a dreamlike promise. He really couldn't stand it last night, and he was about to have a heart. Jumping out, if he doesn't walk away, he doesn't know what he can do.

Gone? Just three words? Eleven waited for a long time and then waited for three words. She didn't have a word that she wanted to hear, and her lungs suddenly exploded. This dull gourd, don't try to confuse words from his mouth without giving a lesson.

Eleven smiled at the corners of his mouth and closed his arms around his neck. He straightened his face, and deliberately bullied him, "I'm sorry? You should understand what I mean when I said that? You ran because you didn't. You like me, don’t you? You must be scared because you don’t like me? If you don’t like me, just say it straight. I’m sorry for what you say, and I’m not against you.”

Yang Shifeng's expression changed when he was told by Eleven, he immediately raised his head to look at her, and shook his head anxiously, "Eleven, no, it doesn't mean that I apologize, I am—"

However, before Yang Shifeng's eager words were finished, he was interrupted by Grandpa Yang who rushed in, "Shifeng, something has happened, you should go to the village chief's house!"

Grandpa Yang's expression was too anxious, it was obvious that the matter was serious, Yang Shifeng had to swallow the explanation he wanted to tell Eleven, and asked: "Master, what's the matter? What's the matter with the village chief's house?"

Grandpa Yang patted his thigh, "Oh, Cuilan from the village chief’s family is about to commit suicide. Now she is holding a knife to her neck. She must be arguing to see you, or she will die. The village chief and his wife are here to beg you. Go there, go and see, don't really kill anyone."

As soon as Grandpa Yang finished speaking, the village chief’s wife rushed in, and when she saw Yang Shifeng, she clutched his arm tightly and said with a trembling voice: "Shifeng, go and check it out, Cuilan can’t do anything! She is now Don't let us come near, as long as you see you, you help us persuade her."

Yang Shifeng frowned suddenly and looked at Eleven hesitantly.

Eleven now I don't know what expression to use, I just want to hehe, today is really weird, everything is coming, can't she talk to Yang Shifeng! She almost forced him out.

The village chief’s wife saw that Yang Shifeng was not moving, and she cried anxiously. She immediately knelt to the ground with a "puff" and begged: "Shifeng, auntie please, please help auntie. Anyway, Cuilan is also with you. Growing up, don't you have the heart to care about her life and death?"

Grandpa Yang couldn't bear to watch such an old man kneeling here, so he said to Yang Shifeng: "Shifeng, go and persuade you to do your best."

Yang Shifeng pursed his lips, and looked at these eleven words: "I'll go and have a look, all right?"

Can you say no at this time? Eleven waved his hand expressionlessly to let him go quickly, don't rely on Yang Shifeng again when people are really dead.

Yang Shifeng moved his lips, "October, wait until I come back to talk about it." After speaking, he was taken away by the village chief's wife, and Grandpa Yang followed.

The kitchen was empty all of a sudden. She sat on the bench and felt irritable. What's the matter? She and Yang Shifeng hadn't reached the point yet, and it was annoying.

At this time, a soft touch came from her forehead, and she was startled on eleven, and turned her head to see, it turned out that it was the little stone who did not know when she came in. She was stroking her forehead with her little hand, and said softly: " Don't be angry, sister."

"Little Stone, you didn't go out?" Eleven circled the little guy between his legs, and squeezed his mouth again.

Little Stone grinned and shook his head, "I'm not going, I'll stay with you at home."

"Ah, or you are the most caring, you are the cutest." Eleven couldn't help but rubbed the face of the little stone, and turned his face into a little bun. It looked so funny and made himself amused. Little Stone also chuckled.

The point of depression just now disappeared.

Little Stone was afraid that she would be unhappy on November, so she racked her brains to make her happy, so she said: "Sister, let's go and play together." You can be happy by playing.

"Okay, what do you want to play?"

Little Stone thought for a while, and suddenly his eyes lit up and said, "Sister, I know that there is a persimmon tree in the village. The persimmons on it are very red. Let's go pick the persimmons, so that my brother and grandpa can eat together when they come back. "Xiao Shitou would watch the persimmons on that tree drool every year, but the others were small and couldn't reach them at all, so he could only look at them. In his heart, it was a very happy thing to be able to pick the persimmons.

Persimmon? I haven't eaten it on the eleven, but I know it is a kind of fruit. How could it be uninterested on eleven. I immediately took a basket from home and took the small stones towards the persimmon tree in the village.

.......

On this side, when Yang Shifeng arrived at the village chief’s house, the village chief’s house was already surrounded by villagers, and everyone was talking about it, while the village chief was standing at the door of the room and persuading the people inside with a sad expression.

The village chief’s wife immediately pushed Yang Shifeng to the door and shouted to Song Cuilan in the room: "Cuilan, see Shifeng is here, put your knife down quickly, don’t do stupid things!"

Song Cuilan was holding a knife on her neck. There was already a little blood on it. With tears on her face, she saw Yang Shifeng really coming, and her eyes flashed brightly, "Brother Shifeng, you are here. ,You finally came!"

Yang Shifeng persuaded Song Cuilan, who was emotionally unstable, "If you have something to say, put the knife down."

Song Cuilan was full of grief and even hatred on her face, "I won't let it go! You know, my parents are going to sell me to the second-rate son in town, just to redeem Song Dawei's beast. For him, they don't care about me. It’s a life and death, so I don’t want to marry that kind of person!"

The village chief covered her face and sobbed feebly. The village chief's wife was also full of tears, explaining: "Cui Lan, that's your brother, he will be dead if we don't redeem him, you have to save you. Brother, and that family is rich, they promised me that they will let you live a good life."

Song Cuilan became even more annoyed, and shouted loudly: "He is not my brother, he is just a brute! If you want to take care of him, just take care of him. Why do you sacrifice me? I hate you!"

The village chief's voice was choked with a deep sob, "Girls, we are sorry for you, dad doesn't want you to marry, let's think of a new way for money, you put the knife down, ah~"

"I don't believe you, don't think I don't know that you are trying to lock me up again." Song Cuilan roared so that her throat became hoarse, and finally cast her eyes on Yang Shifeng, tears streaming down again, "Brother Shifeng, You save me, save me."

Yang Shifeng tried his best to appease her, "You put the knife down, your parents won't force you anymore. All the people in our village will testify for you. If they dare not repent, you put the knife down."

Song Cuilan didn't put down the knife, she looked straight at Yang Shifeng, with pleading in her eyes: "Brother Shifeng, my parents won't care about me. Will you marry me? If you marry me, they won't think about it anymore. You exchange me for money, you marry me."

There was an uproar around, everyone was shocked by Song Cuilan's words, and the village head closed his eyes helplessly.

However, Yang Shifeng shook his head after a few moments of silence, "Cui Lan, I can't marry you. I have someone I like and want to marry. You will meet someone who treats you sincerely in the future, so don't take it. I'm kidding my own life."

Song Cuilan's expression suddenly became fierce, and she brought the knife closer to her neck, and the blood ran out immediately, so that everyone around could not help closing their eyes, and even the village chief and his wife fell on their legs with fright. On the ground.

"Why is she better than me? She is not sincere to you at all, why can't you see the facts? Only I really love you! Why don't you marry me! Ah?"

The village chief’s wife was frightened by her madness. She was really afraid that her daughter would really die today. She immediately grabbed Yang Shifeng’s trousers and pleaded, "Shifeng, please promise her first. You don’t let her have trouble. You promise her to say something. ."

The village chief also pleadingly said: "Shi Feng, good boy, you can help us, Cui Lan can't do anything."

Yang Shifeng didn't speak for a long time. He knew that now that he promised to marry her in front of the whole village, even if it was to save her, he would not be able to get rid of it. What if she forced him to marry her again? Does he really want to marry?

"Song Cuilan, your life is yours. You shouldn't use this to threaten me to marry you. I won't marry you. If you don't take your life seriously, then I can't do anything." Yang Shifeng finished speaking and turned around. Just left.

When Song Cuilan saw him leaving like this, she immediately yelled frantically: "Don't go! Don't go! If you leave again, I will die for you!"

It's a pity that Yang Shifeng really didn't look back, and really didn't care whether she died or not.

Song Cuilan stayed, just watched Yang Shifeng disappear, but she couldn't stab herself.

She thought he would agree.

"Haha..." Song Cuilan threw the knife, crying, desperate and helpless.

The village chief and his wife hurriedly went forward to take the knife away and cried Song Cuilan in her arms.

Yang Shifeng didn't know what happened next, and he didn't want to know. He just wanted to rush home to see Eleven and explain to her, but the house was empty and there was no sign of Eleven everywhere.

Yang Shifeng's face changed with a brush.