Chen Caiyun stood at the door of the house early in the morning, guarding the yard like a door god. She was picking vegetables in her hands, but her eyes were fixed on the main road.
At about ten o'clock, she finally found the person she had been waiting for.
Chen Caiyun yelled into the yard, while staring furtively at the figure approaching from a distance.
"Yuting! Come out, Yuting! What are you dawdling about?! Hurry up, Xiao Yu is here! Hurry up! Oh, I'm so anxious!"
Chen Caiyun shouted for a long time but did not see her daughter coming out of the house, but Yang Heyu's figure was getting closer and closer, and she was not allowed to report the news like this again.
"Xiaoyu!" Chen Caiyun greeted Yang Heyu eagerly. Her small face had lost a lot of collagen as she got older. When she smiled, the skin seemed to be separated from the bones at any time, and moved a little.
"Hey, good morning, Auntie."
Chen Caiyun turned her head to look back, and shouted at Yang Heyu: "Where are you going on the big weekend?"
Without waiting for Yang Heyu's answer, she grabbed Yang Heyu's arm and said with a smile: "Yu Ting is here too, so you can take Yu Ting out to play. This little girl is with our old women, so she's going to be an idiot." Yes. You are young and educated, take more care of Yuting and make her progress."
Chen Caiyun was afraid that Yang Heyu would run away, so she grabbed her tightly with a big hand that was used to rough work, and raised her voice and shouted: "Yuting! Dead in the house?! Xiao Yu is here! Can't hear you!"
At this time, Chu Yuting dawdled out of the room. It was just late autumn, and Chu Yuting was wearing a newly bought red padded jacket, which was tucked in at the waist with a drawstring, showing a slender beauty.
It's a pity that she couldn't stand up straight, and was always crooked, which damaged her supposedly elegant temperament.
"Smelly girl! Her hair is disheveled!" Chen Caiyun finished cursing, then turned her head and said to Yang Heyu gently: "Xiao Yu, your uncle often told me that I am a pot of ink, and Yu Ting will turn black after following me. You say he is Didn¡¯t you scold me?! I don¡¯t have any ink! It¡¯s you Xiaoyu who has the most ink here. Right? You bring more of our Yu Ting and let her get ink!¡±
Yang Heyu was dumbfounded by Chen Caiyun's thoughtless words. He thought that Uncle Chu and Aunt Chen had no common language. Uncle Chu and Aunt Chen probably couldn't understand a sentence like "the one who is close to Zhu is red and the one who is close to ink is black". .
Yang Heyu thought: He should also be more sensible and not be serious with Chen Caiyun.
"Aunt Chen," Yang Heyu managed to find a gap in Chen Caiyun's dense words, and interjected, "I'm going to pick up someone. A friend is here. I'm afraid I don't have time to go out today."
"Ah" Chen Caiyun was a little disappointed, but she didn't let go of Yang Heyu's hand. She paused and said, "Then ask Yuting to help you. I'll learn how to deal with people after you. Anyway, I'll get married in the future. You have to know all these things.¡±
? Yang Heyu looked at Chen Caiyun, then at Chu Yuting who was leaning against the door, hesitated for a moment, and then agreed.
He said: "It's okay, let's go. Don't waste time."
Chu Yuting swept two lumps of round pink blush on her face. Her complexion followed Chen Caiyun's and was not fair. The two lumps of blush on her cheeks were very abrupt, as if she was painted on a New Year painting. There are painting methods.
Fortunately, she kept her head half down, and her loose hair blocked three-quarters of her face, so Yang Heyu couldn't see her makeup clearly. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com