330: A Flower in the Mountains

"No, why is your coin guessing different from others?"

Wang Zibo had never seen this routine: "We used to guess the front and back, how can we guess the year of production!"

"You haven't seen it before, that's because you haven't seen it before. It can only be said that you are ignorant and you are willing to accept the loss."

Chen Hansheng put the coin in Xiao Aning's pocket: "Brother Zibo bought you candy, you should thank him quickly."

"Thank you, brother Zibo."

Xiao Aning was very obedient and said crisply.

"Why thank me? It's not my money."

Wang Zibo knew that he couldn't beat Chen Hansheng, and muttered a few words.

The mother-in-law was old, and there was nothing to talk about with young people. She squinted her eyes for a while, then went back to rest with a cane.

When the uncle heard that Chen Hansheng was willing to stay, he seemed very happy. He rubbed his dry palms, said a few words in the local dialect, and went back.

"What is he talking about?"

This is what Wang Zibo asked. In fact, Chen Hansheng was not interested. He grabbed the little dog and started to beat it again.

"Well, well, he said..."

As Aning explained, she looked at Brother Hansheng, fearing that he would accidentally beat the dog to death.

"The great uncle said that his daughter will get married tomorrow, and the elder sister may be married soon next year. He wants to prepare some good wine."

When Wang Zibo heard it, he immediately realized that he had asked an embarrassing question. Chen Hansheng didn't even want to confirm his girlfriend, so how could he think about getting married now.

"How old is the daughter of the great uncle? She may be of marriageable age, and your elder sister is still studying."

Wang Zibo quickly found a reasonable explanation.

"That's not right."

Little Aning didn't understand the complex thoughts between adults. She tilted her head and said, "The second sister is younger than the elder sister. She is only 18."

"What, getting married at the age of 18?"

Wang Zibo was stunned for a moment. He had just become an adult.

"Isn't this strange?"

Chen Hansheng, who had been silent, suddenly interrupted: "Some of our female classmates in junior high school didn't get into high school. They worked outside for two years and then went home to get married. Now they are 20 years old and may have children."

Wang Zibo nodded: "That's right. I met one when I went home during the summer vacation. I almost didn't believe it at the time. Do you still remember Deng Cuicui from junior high school?"

Chen Hansheng shook his head: "I have no impression at all."

Then the two discussed their former classmates, mainly based on Wang Zibo's memories. High school classmates were okay, but Chen Hansheng could only remember a little bit of junior high school classmates after constant reminders.

Of course, Chen Hansheng led the boring topic of "marriage" astray.

Wang Zibo became more and more interested as he talked. Whenever he thought of the past events in junior high school and high school, he would always slap his thigh excitedly.

Little Aning didn't understand these things and lay drowsy on Shen Youchu's legs.

As for Shen Youchu, one hand stroked Aning's hair, and the other hand kept adding firewood to the stove to keep the temperature in the small kitchen. The swaying red light reflected between her eyebrows, a gentle and graceful time.

In the evening, Shen Youchu helped to make the bed, Chen Hansheng and Wang Zibo slept in the quilt, and Wang Zibo kept talking.

Chen Hansheng occasionally agreed with me, but in his heart he thought that after all, he was a close friend who had accompanied me to Sichuan and Chongqing for two consecutive years. Even though he knew that he would be beaten and scolded by Aunt Lu if he went home late, he finally acquiesced.

"Xiao Chen."

Wang Zibo saw that Chen Hansheng hadn't said anything for a long time, and asked: "Are you asleep?"

"Fart if you have to fart."

Chen Hansheng said.

"How are you going to deal with Xiaoyuer and Shen Youchu, the two girls? Do you want to marry them both?"

Wang Zibo suddenly asked, he had not forgotten the topic in the small kitchen.

"What?"

Chen Hansheng didn't seem to hear clearly.

"What are you going to do with Xiao Yu'er and Shen Youchu? Do you want to marry them both?"

Wang Zibo repeated again.

"No, what did you say last time?"

"Are you asleep?"

"Yes, don't bother me."

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The next morning, Chen Hansheng and Wang Zibo were woken up early to attend the wedding at Dabogong's house.

However, the two people's focus was completely different. Wang Zibo felt that the villagers here were really simple and honest. They looked at him with curiosity and kindness. When Wang Zibo nodded in greeting, both adults and children were more shy than him and turned their heads away embarrassedly.

The family of Dabogong was particularly polite. Every once in a while, someone would come over and ask in unstandard Mandarin: "College student, are you hungry? Do you want to eat something to fill your stomach?"

Wang Zibo used to be a nobody at home or school. He was not used to being taken seriously all of a sudden. He was busy rejecting other people's kindness and quietly asked Shen Youchu next to him: "Where is Xiaochen?"

"He went to see the bride."

Shen Youchu whispered.

"He really went..."

Wang Zibo was stunned. Chen Hansheng really didn't treat him as an outsider at all.

Not long after, Chen Hansheng came back again, his mouth full of alcohol: "My God, the fruit wine brewed here has a strong aftertaste. I drank two bowls and my head is a little dizzy."

Shen Youchu poured a cup of tea and handed it over: "Why did you drink?"

Chen Hansheng finished drinking the hot tea, wiped his mouth and said: "It's the custom here. The bride put eight bowls of wine to block the door. The groom is a younger brother than us. He drank three bowls and felt a little tired. I love to stand up for the weak, so I helped drink two bowls."

Wang Zibo watched the excitement and felt itchy: "Xiao Chen, is the bride beautiful?"

Chen Hansheng glanced at him: "Just now I asked you to go to see the bride, but you were arrogant and refused. Now you want to know the answer. Wait, the newlyweds will come to toast."

"I'm not arrogant either."

Wang Zibo muttered: "People think we are college students and we are guests here. It's too disrespectful to go to see the bride."

Chen Hansheng grinned: "Luckily you are from Jianye University of Science and Technology. If you were from MIT, the earth would not be able to accommodate you."

Soon there was a commotion outside. The daughter and son-in-law of the great uncle came over to toast, and Wang Zibo quickly tiptoed.

Although the bride was only wearing an ordinary red dress, she was naturally beautiful and had drunk some wine. Her every frown and smile was charming and charming, lighting up the entire living room.

However, the groom was really young and might not even understand the meaning of marriage to himself. He stood stupidly and toasted everywhere.

When he saw Chen Hansheng, a happy smile bloomed on his blank face: "College brother, thank you for helping me drink just now."

"Okay, okay, happy wedding."

Chen Hansheng laughed and drank another bowl generously.

Wang Zibo felt sour in his heart. He didn't envy his best friend's ability to be good at dancing and get along with others everywhere. Chen Hansheng was like this when he was a child.

Wang Zibo envied the groom who was his younger brother.

The bride's beauty would be a school beauty in Jianye Polytechnic, without any discount. Even in a school like Dongda, except for Xiao Rongyu, there are probably not many who are better than the bride.

Such a girl is trapped in the mountains and can't get out, so she has to marry such a sloppy groom.

To be honest, Wang Zibo is somewhat proud of being in a place where the average education level is elementary school, otherwise he wouldn't be so arrogant.

However, now after seeing this newlywed couple.

How to say it, he inexplicably thought of Ximen Qing, Wu Dalang and Pan Jinlian.