Helping his daughter-in-law comb her long hair, Lu Xiangbei's eyes were indifferent, he glanced at Ye Wenwen and Su Manman who walked into the courtyard, nodded at the two of them, and said hello, and then, he poured out the water in the basin and got busy looking for work.

"Come and sit down."

Inviting Ye Wenwen and Su Manman into the hall and sitting down, Ye Xia smiled and said, "You sit down first, and I'll go and make you two cups of brown sugar water." ”

"No, no."

Brown sugar is so expensive, how can they let people break the bank so much, Ye Wenwen and the two stopped it almost in unison.

"Just two glasses of brown sugar water, you don't have to be polite to me."

Ye Xia smiled, and quickly put two cups of brown sugar water on the small table.

After thinking about how to speak, Ye Wenwen finally said what Zhong Qing was thinking about.

After being silent for a while, Ye Xia looked at the man sitting on the edge of the well, preparing to wash clothes, her lips were slightly curved, and the soft color in her apricot eyes was not concealed.

"I know, and so does Dafu's father."

As soon as Ye Xia's words came out, Ye Wenwen and Su Manman's eyes immediately widened in surprise, and they heard Ye Xia continue: "One night after the rehearsal, Zhong Zhiqing called Dafu his father, saying that he was afraid to return to Zhiqing alone, and asked Dafu his father to send her, at that time, I knew that this Zhong Zhiqing was thinking about Dafu and his father. ”

"Then she lied about a stomachache...... Is it to make trouble for you, is it deliberately aimed at you? ”

Su Manman asked with a complicated expression.

"Perhaps." Ye Xia smiled indifferently, and then said indifferently: "I thank you for telling me about Zhong Zhiqing, but stop here, don't make trouble with Zhong Zhiqing because of this matter." ”

"She has no face and no skin, and Wenwen and I disdain to be with her." Su Manman's tone was full of disgust.

Ye Xia smiled and shook his head: "At your age, if you make a small mistake, just correct it in time." "In this era, once a woman has a stain on her body, it is really not a good thing, she is not a virgin, but she will not be wronged by a little girl to her man

Some minds are so ruthless that they destroy people directly.

Moreover, Zhong Zhiqing seems to be a girl who seems to be deep in the city, but in fact has no brains, so she doesn't need to do it at all.

Wait and see, as long as the other party insists on taking the "black road", there will always be a time to turn his heels.

……

"Why did you disqualify me from being a choir?"

Zhong Qing didn't expect that she would be removed from the choir, but the facts told her that this was true, from today onwards, she would no longer be a member of the choir, how could this be? She didn't want to go to work, she didn't want to go to work in the fields all day, even if this choir was not a place where she could escape labor for a long time, but an easy half day was half a day, not to mention not just an easy half day - there were still several days before going to the county seat to participate in the competition!

"Zhong Zhiqing, you are very angry." Ye Xia crossed her arms and stared at Zhong Qing lightly, looking at this girl with an ugly face and a little shallow and arrogant: "But, what is the reason for your anger?" She didn't wait for Zhong Qing to respond, smiled slightly, and continued: "A person who has no collective in her eyes and regards collective honor as nothing, where does she have the confidence to stand in the middle of this collective again?" The tone of not hurrying or slow, not light or heavy, but Zhong Qing was embarrassed and flustered for a moment when she heard it, but if she wanted her to walk out of the queue like this and give up the rehearsal, she ...... Can't do it.

"I didn't do what you said, I couldn't go on stage with everyone because of my stomach discomfort, and you are giving me a hat now, this is a personal vendetta of the communiqué!"

The words that didn't go through her mind just spit out from Zhong Qing's mouth, and the more she spoke, the more angry she became, and the more she spoke, the more she was angry: "You must be communiquing your personal vendetta, so I won't let you get your wish." ”

"Communiqué personal vendetta?"

(End of chapter)