Girlfriend Is Strange

Chapter 3 Part 1

Did she really want someone to drag him out and kill him? No, she knew that she was duplicity, that's why she was reluctant to cut him off. If she kissed him instead, she could consider it.

It rained heavily yesterday, so he didn't talk to the villagers for the time being, and stayed in her hometown temporarily at night. Fortunately, she would come back occasionally. The family stocked up some dry food and noodles, so it would not be a problem to have two simple meals.

When she woke up early this morning, not only did the rain stop, but the sun came out. She wanted to buy breakfast for him on the street, but found that there was already a bag of breakfast on the living room table. When she was wondering, there was a noise from the bathroom, and she ran in for a while. Look, Uncle Tushui Ada from the village poked his head in through the hole in the bathroom roof to greet her, and then she ran to the back of the house to take a look and found out that Yan Zhipeng had gone out early in the morning to find someone to repair the roof of her bathroom. Stop by to buy breakfast and come back...

With such a caring person, how could she be willing to drag him out and kill him?

"Actually, you bought the wooden bucket in the bathroom." While eating the steamed buns and eggs he bought, she told the truth and stopped being angry with him.

Yan Zhipeng, who was drinking soy milk, almost choked, "I bought it?" Impossible, how could he be so stingy, if he gave away a whole set of bathtubs.

"It's great to have amnesia. You can pretend to be a fool for everything you've done." She teased. Why does he have that look on his face, like it's a shame to buy a barrel.

"I'm not pretending to be stupid." He smiled lightly, not taking it seriously.

"Then I'll treat you as stupid."

As soon as these words came out, both of them laughed.

He put the straw into the soy milk cup and handed it to her. When he realized it, his heart tensed. This action was natural, as if he often did this. In fact, except for Yan Xiaoqi, he was rarely so considerate to women.

If it is true as she said, they are really boyfriend and girlfriend, then he must love her so much that he will take her affairs as his own. Before going to bed last night, he was thinking about finding someone to repair the bathroom roof. I even dreamed that I accidentally fell down because I was repairing the bathroom roof...

After such a fall in the dream, he woke up suddenly and couldn't fall asleep again, so at dawn, he went out to find someone who could repair the roof. Uncle Ada was dug up by him in his sleep, and who Knowing if the weather will change again in the afternoon, make up for it early and feel at ease, lest there will be a waterfall in her bathroom again when it rains.

After receiving the soy milk, Huo Qingxiang showed a sweet smile. Although he lost his memory, he showed his kindness to her naturally, and he didn't disappoint her too much.

"Why did I buy wooden barrels for you?" Yan Zhipeng was full of doubts again. It seemed that during his relationship with her, he did a lot of incredible things, such as eating porridge, buying ginger soup, especially ginger soup!

She showed him the thermos bottle containing ginger soup, it was definitely not something that would appear in their Yan family, because the thermos bottle looked like a broken antique with a history of hundreds of years, but everything in their house was shiny , there can be no such shabby stuff.

Even so, it couldn't stop him from approaching her, and he even believed more and more in his heart that they were indeed dating...

"That's because you are stingy. I asked you for a whole set of imported bathtubs, but you just bought a wooden bucket to perfuse me." Pushing her glasses, she rolled her eyes with a smile.

"That's right, my personality is indeed like this. Unless it's my wife, I won't buy anything expensive for a woman. I'm not interested in being a girl." He deliberately looked serious, since she loves to act, he will cooperate with her .

Knowing that he might just be joking, but she frowned slightly, and couldn't help counting the things he gave her one by one in her heart. He gave her bracelets and necklaces, and she didn't know if they were expensive, maybe he decided The most expensive jewels are tens of millions... She is sure that he has never given her a gift. Does that mean that she is not his wife candidate?

Hmph, when he regains his memory, she must ask him for a "super expensive" gift!

"Tell me, which brand or style of bathtub do you like, I'll buy it for you—"

She glanced at him, seizing the opportunity to hurt him, "We are 'strangers', why are you buying something for me, and... Maybe I will take the opportunity to scoop up your family's money."

"A set of bathtubs is not enough to hollow out my family's money." With a slight lift of his mouth, he took out his phone and pressed the number keys.

Thinking that his young master must do what he says, and he really ordered it, she asked him in surprise, "What are you doing? We don't need a bathtub in our house." She only came back to stay for a day or two occasionally, and put an imported bathtub in the bathroom It's too wasteful to enjoy the cool air.

He raised his eyebrows and smiled. The phone call was not to order a bathtub, but to explain something to the secretary at the other end.

When Huo Qingxiang heard it, she felt a feeling of being tricked. She stared at him until he hung up the phone and drank the last soy milk in the cup. After seeing him grinning, her eyes softened immediately. She found that I have nothing to do with him, that handsome face with a hearty smile, no matter whether his head has become stupid or not, she is still fascinated.

"Actually, I was really touched when you bought that wooden barrel for me." She lowered her head and turned the soy milk cup, she said, "My mother passed away three years ago, and my father followed him two years ago. Yes, my uncle and aunt were worried that bad luck would happen one after another, so they took all my father’s things and burned them. If I hadn’t missed my father and brought the tiger head pillow to my room, maybe it would have been swallowed by the fire Fate, but the barrel in the bathroom is..."

After taking a sip of soy milk, she continued: "Maybe I mentioned that the wooden barrel was made by Dad himself. It is worth commemorating. I was very sad when it was burned, so you bought one for me."

He bought her a wooden barrel, which surprised her but was very moved. Although it was not made by Dad, it was his wish.

I made it by myself... Yan Zhipeng suddenly had a picture of someone making a wooden barrel. There was a bloodstain on the index finger of that person's left hand, which seemed to be cut by the edge of a wooden stick...

He subconsciously looked at his index finger, and suddenly found a shallow scar. Could it be - he made that wooden barrel by himself? But he doesn't remember having the talent.

"However, the person who sells wooden barrels must not be very good at making wooden barrels. Since it is purely handmade, the quality should be taken care of..."

"Is it bad?"

"Didn't you see it? The shape is not round at all, it always looks a little deformed, and there are a few pieces of wood protruding." She pouted, "When I asked you where you bought it, you didn't tell me. Otherwise, I'll take it back."

"I think...it's not bad, at least it's quite distinctive." He replied casually. He definitely didn't do it. Even if he remembered later that he really did it, he wouldn't admit it to death.

Huo Qingxiang was dumbfounded, as if seeing a ghost, and immediately laughed out loud, "I hated it at the time, and you answered me that way."

When Yan Zhipeng heard this, his black eyes narrowed slightly. This is bad, which means that 99% of the wooden barrel was made by him himself. Why did he make wooden barrels when he was full and had nothing to do, and she despised him.

"By the way, I came to Daohe Village more than half a year ago. I heard from the villagers that the land around this house originally belonged to your family, but it was later sold by your uncle?" Quickly changing the subject, he didn't want to have a whim one day The "wooden artwork" he made was criticized as useless.

She nodded helplessly, "My father and uncle are ten years apart. After my grandfather died, my father took care of my uncle like a father. My uncle is very good at his studies. He has been studying for a Ph.D. and has never worked in the fields. My father Dad and uncle are the opposite. He doesn't like studying. After graduating from junior high school, all the work in the field is entrusted to him. He is responsible for raising the family. He raises all the tuition fees for the uncle. He looks rough, so he gave up his ancestral home to his uncle and his family, and built this hut in the field himself, and we live here."

"Your father...is great." Yan Zhipeng's expression is complicated. Although he and his father still have nothing to say, there is still something admirable about his father's ability to expand from running a millet store to a large group.

"But my dad is too stupid. He always thinks about my uncle, but when he died, everything was burned. Even the land that he valued more than his life in his life was sold by his uncle. Even the ancestral house was handed over to others..." Speaking of this, Huo Qingxiang blamed himself, "It's all my fault, I was crying every day at that time, I didn't know that my uncle sold the field, but even if I knew, I couldn't stop it , Those ancestral properties are shared by my father and uncle, and when my father dies, the property rights will naturally fall into the hands of my uncle.”

Seeing her frustrated, Yan Zhipeng suddenly felt so distressed, he subconsciously reached out to hold her hand. "Your uncle even sold his ancestral house, I don't think he plans to come back." It doesn't matter unless he is so thick-skinned that he is spurned by the villagers.

"You're right, they emigrated to America and never came back."

"You haven't considered hiring a lawyer..."

Before he finished speaking, she immediately shook her head, "I don't want to at all, my dad said no."

"Huh?" He looked at her suspiciously, "Isn't your father... gone?" Could it be a dream in the middle of the night?

"Yes, at that time I asked my dad if he wanted to pursue it. Even three yin cups means he doesn't want it." She smiled wryly, "Actually, I already knew the answer without asking for instructions. Dad regarded uncle as He loves his son just as much, and he believes that the ancestral property is shared by the two brothers, and the uncle needs money to emigrate... In a word, it is as if my father owed my uncle in the previous life, and he has paid it off in this life.”

Yan Zhipeng chuckled, all the family property was sold off, and the uncle took the money and flew away, how could she take it so lightly? It is probably inherited from her father's stupid concept of "helping the younger brother is the foundation of life".

"What about you?" He felt sorry for her. At that time, she should have just arrived in the north to work not long ago, but she must have been helpless when she encountered such a major change. "This low house is all you have left?"

"In addition to this low house, my uncle gave me a "dowry fee". He probably thinks that as long as I use that money to marry myself off, it will be considered as an explanation to my father and the ancestors of the Huo family—" she With a wry smile, "But the 'dowry fee', I will use it to pay the down payment for the small apartment I live in now. I think I will work in Taipei in the future. If this is the case, renting a house is worse than buying a house..."

She was talking nonchalantly, while he listened quietly. Every time he heard a sentence, his heart tightened, and the big hand holding her tightened unconsciously...

Huo Qingxiang, who wobbled on his bicycle and came back with lunch, rushed all the way towards the high-end car parked in front of the low house. Yan Zhipeng, who was sitting on a wicker chair under the eaves and reading the newspaper, jumped up from the chair in a hurry. He rushed forward with a stride, grabbed the handlebars with both hands, and blocked the bicycle smoothly before it was about to hit his new car.

He stared at her with thick eyebrows, and when she thought he was about to scold, she heard words full of concern.

"If you don't know how to ride a bicycle, don't be brave. It's dangerous. What if you fall down? If I had known this, I'd go buy lunch."

He saw that she was a local, and she knew best where to buy delicious food, so he didn't compete with her for the job of buying food, but the scene just now really made him sweat, he didn't expect her to be able to ride it But she can't get off, can't she brake? Then when she went to buy lunch, didn't she just crash into someone's store?

He held on to the faucet of the bicycle with one hand, and led her with the other. After making sure that she got out of the car safely, he breathed a sigh of relief, and then picked up the lunch hanging on the handle.

"What you should worry about is your new car." Even though he said so, she was secretly delighted by his concern. Her "stranger" was actually more important than his new car. Barrels than go down the haze.

Taking back the lunch from him, she smiled and walked back to the roof.