The suburbs of the city, with the increasing heat, were finally as hot as the city. The fire-filled sun was scorching the tombstones, covering the sky, like locusts that were waiting to die, cruel and crazy. The surface of the marble was covered with mottled white circles, which were dry and scraped. The hotter the weather was, the worse the air conditioner was. It stopped in a short while, and the room was like a steamer, and it was already anxious.

Beibei didn't know how many phone calls he called Peng Cheng in the morning, and he would dial it every ten or twenty minutes apart, but he never answered it.

Who knows what he is doing? Beibei thought in her heart. The more he didn't listen to the phone, the more anxious she became. The sweat on her forehead rolled down her cheeks. Perhaps she was anxious, and she felt even more hot. Finally, Beibei was almost irritated. She pushed the door and left the hall and headed to Wang Ying's area in the valley, like a small farmyard.

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In a lush green valley, a good place far away from the hall, it takes a long drive. Beibei is anxious, but it is better to walk. When she first came here, the row of small houses hidden deep in the valley reminded her of the shooting range that Qin Tian took her to. Although it was a little smaller, it looked very similar from a distance. In the depths of a pile of deep and shallow woods, like paintings in a postcard, it was quiet and vibrant.

The quiet little yard in the depths of this cemetery seemed to have been a farmhouse with three farm houses, with rules and regulations. Although the stove with a big pot has not been used for a long time, the traces of burning are still there, which is incompatible with the office equipment next door. The working people are really dirty here. The dust on the table on the ground is as fine as a brush on the panel, a thick layer.

Wang Ying stood leaning against the threshold. Seeing Beibei coming, she frowned in a hurry. She smiled happily and pulled down the remaining apricots from the apricot tree next to her to quench Beibei's thirst. Wang Ying said that this tree is the best food on the mountain, so no amount of fruits produced is enough to produce. There are only a few left in this.

The apricots were so big that they couldn't hold three in one hand. If they washed them and ate them, they would taste different from the ones that were pulled down from the tree. Beibei just rubbed them twice and took a bite. The fruit was sweet and refreshing, and it was not as light as I bought in the vegetable market. There was no good or bad.

Wang Ying's red face was a healthy farmer's color. She brought Beibei into the house with a clamor. When she looked up, she saw a nest of birds on the beam of the house: "Beibei, we are old, pure ecology, this nest of birds comes every year."

The swallow's nest is on the beam of the stove. The nest hanging upside down is like a bulging money bag. It's really big, but it's not visible on the beam. Wang Ying said there were three small swallows in it, and the big swallow would come back with food in a while. This is the couple's second nest of small swallows this year. Wang Ying pulled the beibe cat in a room next to her and stuck her head out. She could just see the swallow's nest.

The swallow flew in and out, but always didn't dare to feed it. Maybe he saw someone, so he didn't dare to go forward. The little swallow stuck his head out and screamed in surprise. Wang Ying told Beibei not to blink, and he might have missed it in a blink. Finally, the swallow took the risk to feed it. Beibei's cell phone suddenly roared, which shocked the swallow to fly again before it was finished feeding.

It was Peng Cheng's call. The girl hesitated for a long time and didn't move. She wanted to answer, but she was also angry.

"Come on! Why don't you?" Wang Ying seemed to understand everything. After she said that, the person went out. Beibei was still hesitating. Zuo just wanted to hear it, but she thought it was not right. But she answered it and listened to him without saying a word.

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"Hello!"

"Hey! Wife, you are talking!"

"I know you heard it, wife, your phone is in the box, I didn't hear it!" It would be fine if there was an excuse, so there was no need to care about the authenticity.

"You see, you can't always do this, right? You said I could not answer it if I heard it?"

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When he was on the commuter bus after get off work, Peng Cheng called again. He said that Brother Yi wanted to treat him to dinner and asked Beibei to go to the hotel to find him.

"I don't like to see him." Beibei responded in a low voice, feeling a little impatient. The girl's thoughts are hard to guess, so it always takes some postures, which makes people have to guess, but it's annoying.

Beibei really didn't want to see Brother Yi's fat and almost squeeze out the thick body of his pants. When he smiled, he was all yellow in the back of his teeth, and it was dirty yellow, as if he was chewing rubber in his mouth. It made people feel that he was as dirty as he did. What's even more annoying is that Brother Yi told Peng Cheng that Beibei was unwilling to sleep with Peng Cheng because she didn't like him at all and was leaving a backup plan for herself.

Humph! Zhu Qi, he is a slut who looks like a little bitch on the surface, a two-faced and three-pointed person who always studies other people's privacy. Thinking about the man's eyes and his eyes are so straight that he feels so disgusting that he wants to vomit.

Although she herself couldn't tell what she felt about Peng Cheng, what she was. She was always confused, unable to bear with her, and unwilling to ask for him, and was troubled. But no matter what it was, it did not mean that an outsider could talk about other people's feelings without restraint, and speculate on her heart at will, let alone that kind of thing.

"Wife, you see Brother Yi said it, and I said you can go." Peng Cheng seemed very embarrassed. He sighed, and he really felt something was wrong. "Wife, I am here, it's okay, just treat me as a treat to you, okay?"

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When the car arrived near home, Beibei looked down at the car and saw Peng Cheng squatting alone on the side of the road, wearing his big yellow and green shorts and thin shorts, the kind that is only common on the sunny beach, shirtless.

His skinny body was like a snow-white flesh worm, with his head curled flesh worm, his head drooping, as if it was being clamped into his crotch. When the car walked in, Peng Cheng also raised his head. In the hot summer, he was still refreshing. This guy would never be as greasy as Brother Yi, and he would be full of greasy face.

No one noticed Peng Cheng, and no one knew him. The car stopped diagonally in front of him. Beibei got out of the car impatiently. When the car left, she turned to look at him, watching Peng Cheng lift his head from between his legs, and turn toward him.

He squatted and didn't move. He looked at Beibei with a innocent and simple smile as a child, grinned and waved his white arms.

"Why are you here?"

The implication is "Why didn't you eat with Brother Yi? You came here." Peng Cheng probably got used to such sarcastic words. He didn't even have a slight anger on his face as if he was innocent. The orange afterglow of the sunset wrapped around his egg-white-colored face, like egg yolks in his heart, saying that it was raw or not, and saying that it was cooked or not.

"Isn't this Wen Beibei? Why are you here?" He jokingly got up and walked over. His slender arms and legs were just the weight of a grasshopper. He took Beibei's arm: "I'm afraid that my wife will run away when she gets angry, so she will come over to block her. Have you seen her?"

Peng Cheng must be the one who knows Beibei the most. She really knows that he is the one who knows her best, so her heart can be filled again and again, and then stuffed even more.

His judgment and grasp of all her emotions was always accurate. She didn't need to express anything to him. He even knew herself better than her. Those verbal coquettish accusations had no meaning. Even if she tried her best to hide them, she could not deceive him. He could accurately grasp her heart, just as if he was holding her heart.

Peng Cheng lowered his head and let his hair droop in front of him, blocking his hippie smile. He reached out and hugged Beibei's waist tightly: "Wife, are you tired?"

"It's okay." The girl was not embarrassed, but she deliberately turned her face cold and didn't want to take off her weapons too early.

"Okay, it's good if you're not tired. I'm worried that you'll be unhappy in the afternoon. I'll be scared as soon as I quit."

"What are you afraid of?" Almost every woman has a girl who is hiding in her heart. She prefers pretentiousness and smallness, which is nothing more than the love of a man, and she always floats around.

"I'm afraid you don't like me anymore!" He said this.

"That won't." Finally, I spoke with plum blossoms.

"I'm afraid it will happen after a long time." The two of them were walking beside the familiar big tree. Peng Cheng stopped and took Beibei's hand. He leaned against the tree and she could look into his eyes straight.

"Wife, I know you, and I know what love is. In that house, where is my home."

Beibei was moved by these sad words and couldn't help but get up. She took a step forward, hugged Peng Cheng's neck, leaned her head and leaned on his shoulder. A line of tears slid down the corners of her eyes. She didn't even hurry to answer them. She lowered her head and wiped it on Peng Cheng's shoulder that was as thin as a little girl.

"Don't cry! Wife, you are my home. With you, I have a sense of purpose and know why I live and who I live."

Beibei burst into tears and laughed: "How do you say it like a child? Everything is for the child."

"Others are doing everything for their children, and my wife, I will do everything for you."

He fiddled with her thick hair and looked at her carefully. The straight clear eyes once again made Beibei burst into tears. He gently pulled her closer and narrowed his eyes slightly: "Don't cry."

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The roadside food stalls are only available in the midsummer season in the northeast. Every time the midsummer season comes, the streets and alleys are filled with cross-sitting seats, and it is hard to tell which one is from which one. Urban management cannot control it at this time. The cadres of functional departments have always grasped work hours so accurately. The strict inspection after the day only occurs during the period when a certain aircraft carrier-level leader appears. This is also good, and it gives way for many ordinary people.

Brother Yi was sitting on the small stool in the food stall. His protruding belly was pressing against the plastic table in front of him. His thighs were on both sides of the small table, and his whole body seemed to be leaning back, which was very uncomfortable. The little stool was distorted strangely. Brother Yi shook his slightest creaking sound.

Beibei wore a black skirt that was long and had a close body, and she looked very good, but she didn't have to worry about running away. Peng Cheng's hand was tightly pressed against her waist and never let go of her seat. The two of them sat down together, holding each other and holding each other, squeezing. The girl wanted to laugh in her heart, and turned around and glared at Peng Cheng, and Peng Cheng's hand pinched her waist.

Seeing that Beibei was coming, Brother Yi showed amazing happiness. His fat head looked a little small behind his big mouth. He called Peng Cheng one by one. His spirit was so full that the tables around him were eclipsed.

The girl always thought that Peng Cheng was following Brother Yi. Today, after listening to Brother Yi, she admired Peng Cheng's meaning in her words. After eating for a while, Beibei became more and more sure of this. Peng Cheng's slightly light-hearted enjoyment seemed to be boasted to the extreme comfort.

She looked at him in surprise and looked at Brother Yi again. Brother Yi had a thin layer of oil on his big mouth. When he met Beibei's eyes, he became energetic. He scraped his upper teeth on his lower lip. With this, Beibei could no longer look at him. She ate for no reason all night.

Peng Cheng and Beibei didn't drink much wine, and didn't eat much skewers. Brother Yi drank a lot, and his words became less and less obscured. Peng Cheng found an excuse to send Beibei home first. On the way, the girl asked him if he wanted to go back to find Brother Yi. The young man refused to comment. After talking for a long time, he didn't explain it clearly. Beibei did not continue to ask, but just took the money that Peng Cheng gave him and went home obediently.

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It was ten days late at night, even in midsummer when most people couldn't sleep, the night was already deep enough. When Peng Cheng called, Beibei was already asleep. The phone was vibrating at the head of the bed for a long time before she lazily answered.

"Wife, come down, I'll wait for you in the woods downstairs."

Beibei was really sleepy enough. She put down the phone and turned over and fell asleep again. It was not until Peng Cheng couldn't wait to call again for a second time that she put on her clothes in a mess and came to the dark forest downstairs.

Peng Cheng was still energetic, his bright black eyes shining, and he squatted on a brick floor in the woods. Seeing Beibei coming, he ran forward two steps, rushed over and hugged her tightly: "Wife, I came here to tell you something."

"What's the matter?" He was straight to the point, thinking that he was anxious.

"Give me two hundred yuan, I'm going to go to my aunt's trip soon." He held Beibei's hand without relaxing his strength at all. Beibei could not look directly into his eyes, and said a good sentence, stuttering.

"Why are you so anxious?"

Until this time, the woman who was moved by Peng Cheng and cried again and again, still felt that Peng Cheng was an outsider, an outsider she could give up at any time. She was not sure, but she felt that Peng Cheng had not done good things with Brother Yi recently, but she did not feel the need to correct him.
Chapter completed!