"Did you hire them for money?"

The whole table was delicious, only Peng Cheng and Beibei ate it. Boiled water and hot pot in the induction cooker in the middle, and there were various shabu-shaped dishes next to it. They washed and placed there. The girl didn't move her chopsticks. She looked at him with her beautiful big eyes. His mother, his father and his brother were staying in the old house above, and the food was ready, but they didn't come out. Peng Cheng's sister-in-law was busy in the kitchen outside. The door clicked, and her sister-in-law cleaned up and went out.

The young man was stunned. He first recalled the girl's problem. After thinking about it, he seemed to find it a little ridiculous. He didn't speak, so he urged Beibei to eat.

"You don't look like relatives from them. You haven't even looked at your dad at once." She then asked him, holding her curiosity, and seemed careless.

"It's my real father, but he doesn't look very similar." Peng Cheng also said casually, as if he didn't take it seriously. He and his father are indeed too different. Not only do they not look like the same race.

Peng Cheng was so tired that his father was so kind that he couldn't even show it. His brother looked very much like his father, and the two were both dark and thin. The young man looked out the back window, and the old man who was standing in front of the broken house and feeding ducks seemed to feel a little confused. He shrugged and stopped explaining.

This old man, like all rural TV series, wore a big black cotton jacket. In this snowy season, feeding ducks in front of the low house on the mountain, just like that! He looks like a novices.

"They really look a bit fake. Look at your brother, who is about the same age as your father." The two of them looked at Peng Cheng's brother and father on the taller steps.

"You're going to blame! Big girl, my brother is only two years older than me. Can he be about the same age as my dad?" Peng Cheng was still happy, wondering why he was so happy.

"Beibei, why are you so hanging? Are you not chatting about tigers?" He picked up a chopstick and put it into Beibei's plate. His eyes were fixed on the meat, and he couldn't move it away.

"You eat."

"You want to eat it."

The girl understood him and insisted on letting him make a little bite. She slammed her plate in front of Peng Cheng. Peng Cheng picked up a bite and ate it. He took out a chopstick from the hot pot and put it back into the girl's plate. It was a bit aftertaste. He smashed his mouth.

“A little bit of your saliva.”

"Then you've eaten it all!" She insisted on being stubborn and looked at him jokingly, waiting to see what he could say.

"What are you doing? I want you to eat, why are you still like this? I bought it for you specifically. You can only buy such pure mutton when you go to the county town." As he said that, Peng Cheng picked up the meat from Beibei's bowl and sent it to her mouth.

Such intimacy seems unusual, and the meat you put in the bowl can be picked out, so Beibei didn't take her mouth for a while. She was stunned by him again, and subconsciously swallowed and said, "Why don't they eat together?"

"Then what you see! The s are good! They dare not eat if I don't say anything."

Beibei picked up the chopsticks and snorted and laughed: "Blow, blow, what a big gray."

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After dinner, it was already two o'clock in the afternoon. The sun was as beautiful as in the city. It slanted into the house from the transparent large glass windows, grilling its back, which was hotter than the kang. It was just after noon, but it was already a resting rhythm. The whole village was quiet. If it didn't leave, Beibei would have to stay here for the night.

"I have to go back." The girl was not confused. She looked at the right time outside, without any nostalgia, and didn't care whether the listeners could really listen.

He was originally lazy, but the young man suddenly woke up. He knew that the girl had to leave. He knew that she would never spend the night in this mountain, so he could only get nervous if she wanted to leave.

He stopped joking and didn't eat anymore. She came and was about to leave. He collapsed and was at a loss. He swayed beside the girl at a loss, tying his hands, trying to stop her, but there was no reason. He watched her take her hand and pack up her things. His expression was so complicated that it was so complicated that it was hard to see. He still had more words in his heart! I guess he hadn't even said it yet.

When he arrived at Peng Cheng's house, it was already noon, and he had no chance to explain this strange home. Beibei didn't ask him either. It was because they were the ones, and she didn't care. Why was his father's surname Peng? Why was his mother's surname Cheng? Both of them were smart people. He saw her doubts, but she didn't ask him. Of course he could understand that she didn't take it seriously. Maybe this was her performance, she was the he hired. Now that she has finished the filming, she is going to run away in a hurry, for fear that he would tell his secret and make her embarrassed.

Beibei looked at him nervously, and she felt a little reluctant. The whole family was in the middle of the situation! She didn't really think that these people were hired by Peng Cheng, but these had nothing to do with her. The little boy who buried the barbarians didn't know what it was, and she was glued with one hand. She knew that these were not easy to explain. Peng Cheng probably wanted to have a longer time to let him explain these things clearly, at least so that Beibei could hear them clearly, without taking them out of context, but for her, that was what she didn't want to hear the least.

——

The car was coming, and there was a roar from afar. The quiet village in the mountains was extremely far away, like a military call to get up. Hearing the movement, the little pity that had just ejaculated was gone. She hurried out with her bag and rushed out. She didn't even have time to call his father and mother who were waiting for her, so she went out and ran down the hillside.

Peng Cheng followed her out the door in a pair of slippers, perhaps because he was guilty, so he was silent and silent. He ran two steps towards the path that opened to traffic below. The wound on his chest was not healed yet, and he became a little cowardly after two steps.

"Wife, please slow down. The car can be waited for a while. My brother told him that someone in our family has gone down the mountain. It's okay, please slow down." Peng Cheng shouted at Beibei, covering his chest with his hands, his small face as big as a palm, his brows were frowning, and the pain was pale.

He was begging her to stop for a while, but Beibei was determined to run out but retracted when she looked back at him. She took two more steps back and supported him.

"I'm afraid I can't catch the bus. Look at you, don't come out." The girl said with a frown.

Far away, the car swayed like a hearse, slowly drove from the vague intestinal path, and it was about to turn a corner before it. While Beibei looked at the car nervously, he frowned and took care of Peng Cheng. Perhaps because he wanted to make her feel relieved, he smiled and smiled very tangled: "Don't worry, wife, you can definitely wait for us."

I was afraid that he could hear the noise outside, and his father and mother ran out, and repeatedly tried to keep him. Beibei felt it was difficult to refuse the affection, but he still gritted his teeth and said, "Does it still hurt?" She looked down at him, and the pain on his forehead was filled with cold sweat.

"It's okay, it must have been stretched out." Peng Cheng said, lifting up his collar, and you could see the bright red blood from the collar, which was so bright and bright, and it was still so vital.

Suddenly, the minibus roared again, just like a preparatory command. Beibei let go of Peng Cheng's arm again. It seemed that her sympathy seemed to be the only way to go: "Don't leave, I'll get in the car, you can keep it at home."

"It's okay, don't worry, it's okay, my brother knows the driver." Peng Cheng said nothing, but he couldn't stop the girl's pace. His father and mother were like crappy third-rate s, saying over and over again that Beibei should not leave, don't leave, and stay here today. The more they said, the more Beibei felt that he had to leave.

——

The only minibus left the village, and the ones driving were still familiar in the village. As expected, the car was waiting at the door for a while. Beibei hurriedly ran into the car, regardless of Peng Cheng's staggering wounds behind him. The girl's anxious and panic mood could not be suppressed. She ran closer, got in the car in two steps, sat down by the window, and waved her hand with Peng Cheng under the car.

Then a long pause was between the two of them, and they were all in a mess. The old car started to scream again for a long time, but it was not closed yet.

Seeing that she was about to drive away, Beibei felt comfortable and she felt glad. She watched Peng Cheng standing under the car, so far away from her, and felt like she was breathing. She was about to leave this strange and unfamiliar place, and she felt nervous and happy to escape from the white area, which made her smile uncontrollably, released and relieved, so beautiful.

The car roared hard, shaking, the sky was gloomy again, the snowflakes gradually flew up, and the sadness changed. Heavier black smoke rolled up behind the minibus, and it was about to move, so Beibei shook his hand hard again and shook it for Peng Cheng to show it.

Suddenly, Peng Cheng jumped into the car and sat down beside Beibei. His dry lips were pursed tightly and swallowed hard. Under the glass window, his brother, his father, his sister-in-law, and the girls in the car were all stunned. Then he smiled and looked at his girl, very obsessed. He sat in an empty seat beside Beibei, put his hand on Beibei's lap, and his mother called him under the car.

"I'll send Beibei back." He responded, not even looking at his relatives.

He had to come, and he was betting on the dead car, and this was his only way.

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The Spring Festival in Northeast China is always the coldest day of the year. In a short while, the car windows are covered with ice flowers, so I can’t see clearly outside the window. Peng Cheng was wearing thin clothes, wearing cotton pajamas, close to his body, casually wearing a jacket, barefoot, and slippers.

Beibei was full of anger, mixed with fear. She didn't want to pay attention to him, but she couldn't do it. Her relief lasted for less than a minute and ended prematurely, like a bastard that could not be pulled happily, which made people feel uncomfortable. But her heart was indescribable. A man was desperate for her and ran away in the weather of minus twenty degrees below zero. The concentrated expression of that feminine charm made Beibei feel that she was not an ordinary person.

"Wife, why don't you talk anymore?" Peng Cheng always felt righteous, but during this period, his anger could not be strong. He was obviously a little timid, and he was always testing.

"Why are you following me? It's so cold, you wear so little, and your chest is bleeding, what do you want to do?"

I don’t know if anyone has discovered it. Sometimes, we really can’t tell what is true. Even our own feelings may not be true. The girl was aggressive and she scolded him. As for why, it was not important, but she still refused to give in. There was no need to answer every question she asked the most, and it was not these few sentences.

"I'm afraid I won't have a chance to tell you this again if I don't come out."

Peng Cheng took her hand, clenched her fingers tightly, she did not avoid it, his deep eyes were so bright that it seemed to be able to see his heart. He saw through Beibei's thoughts wisely, and she couldn't say anything to hurt him. Although she never promised to be his wife, she still couldn't bear to deny his efforts.

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The car was very bumpy. Not to mention the road in the mountains, the road with ice under the snow was very slippery, with high and low undulations and heavy snow flying all over the sky, and the car body was shaking violently. Beibei was in good health and almost broke his bones. Peng Cheng was around him like a prisoner who had been punished. Before he left the village, his face turned pale. The bandage wrapped in wounds under his chest had already dyed his clothes.

He gritted his teeth all the way and insisted not to get off the car. The car was shaking, and he got off in a cold sweat. Just a moment, the car suddenly shook again. He whispered and shook a few times. Peng Cheng was babbling in pain! The girl cried, crying loudly, crying, making the young man happy. He laughed at her concern and was energetic. He didn't care about his own injuries. He reached out to wipe her tears. He couldn't wipe it clean after a long time.

"I won't let you come, you have to come up. Look at what you're doing?"

"Oh! I can die halfway! Look at what you cry, don't cry." He coaxed her, and his heart was very sweet. Whether she was kind or sympathetic, everything was fine, that didn't matter, he didn't want those false things, just as she cared about him.

"Get out of the car quickly, I'll call your brother and ask him to pick you up."

Beibei kept crying, but he couldn't get out of the car even if she cried to death. Peng Cheng shook his head hard, and the car bumped again, and he was silly again: "Wife, stop crying, I have a lot to say to you."

"Let's talk about it in the future, and tell me how much does your brother call?" Beibei just took out his cell phone, but was grabbed by Peng Cheng. It was a little fierce. He held his chest and breathed a long breath.

"There is nothing in the future. If you don't say it now, you won't give me a chance to say it in the future."

"I'll give it." Beibei was crying, she really would give it.
Chapter completed!