The Leisurely Countryside of the Farmer’s Daughter-in-law
Chapter 676: Time is a butcher's knife

  Chapter 676 Time is a butcher's knife

  Tan Anjun followed Steward Wang to the outer courtyard.

  His complexion was very ugly along the way.

   This year Yang Laner brought a few children to the border for him, and he has always felt guilty for not being able to accompany them properly.

  Some time ago, due to the heavy affairs of the military camp, I couldn’t go home once in several months. Yang Lan'er is taking care of everything inside and outside the house, so hard work is inevitable.

   This time I finally came back, and I am going to put aside all my affairs and spend a happy reunion year with my wife and children. Seeing that it is time to have a family reunion dinner at noon.

result

   Hemp eggs.

  Two daredevils appeared out of nowhere, such as Yugongzai and Xiagongzai. Anyone who disturbs the family reunion should be struck by lightning, unpopular!

  He paused outside the door of the living room, Tan Anjun raised his hand and wiped his face, his expression was so cold that no emotion could be seen.

  In the hall.

  Yu Zizhen sat here drinking tea very patiently, and didn't look at the layout of the hall, because there was nothing very attractive, and the decoration inside the hall was ordinary, compared with the noble mansions in the capital.

  The difference is too far to compare.

   It is basically the difference between cloud and mud.

  The difference between cloud and mud?

Yu Zizhen sneered in his heart. At this moment, he still couldn't believe it. The young man who was cold and expensive in the capital and the moon was breezy, actually lived in this difficult and barren northern border. He was surrounded by rough women and rough men. shabby room

seeing is believing.

  But Yu Zizhen was already in the shabby room, and he still couldn't believe it.

how to say?

  It's like someone from birth, in your mind, should be unattainable and unattainable in the clouds, born as a high-altitude flower.

  Suddenly one day, you found that the flower of Gaoling had fallen into the world, full of fireworks all over your body, and your current situation is not as good as yours.

  What would you think?

  Besides the astonishment, of course it was like drinking iced sour soup in June—one word:

Cool!

   If you use two words to describe:

  Extremely cool!

   three words to describe:

   Cool cool!

   four words to describe:

   Crisp and refreshing!

  Xu Chengguan squinted at someone, saw the corner of someone's mouth slightly turned up, his eyes flickered, confirming that it wasn't his own dazzle, he retracted his gaze and stretched his blue robe.

   Turning to someone again, he smiled and asked, "What makes you happy?"

Yu Zizhen changed his sitting posture, and felt inexplicably irritable. He didn't know whether Tan Anjun had been away from Beijing for many years, doing nothing in the market for his livelihood, or whether he was mixing with rough women and reckless people and had forgotten the nobles' hospitality etiquette long ago. ?

   They've refilled the water a few times, and now his **** are sore.

   If he doesn't come again, he will explode!

  Hearing Xu Ergongzi's question, he glanced at him expressionlessly, and before Yu Zizhen could speak, footsteps came from far and near the door.

   The two people who were about to explode sitting in the hall looked at the door in unison.

  The person coming against the light overlaps with the figure in memory.

  However, they cannot overlap.

Eh!

  The tall, handsome, domineering man who came in was very different from the cool young man in Jiyue's scenery in his memory.

   Sure enough, distance produces beauty.

Tan Anjun strode up to the front, lifted his robe and sat in the main seat. Even if he knew who the two were, he pretended not to know, looked at the two and said in a low voice: "I don't know if a distinguished guest is coming. I still look at the two Haihans in places that are not in the right place."

  Yu Zizhen looked at him seriously, the change is really big.

  The once fair skin has now been tanned to a wheat color by the scorching sun in the north. The hand that used to hold the pen with sharp joints is now full of calluses.

  The once thin body has become stalwart...

   Sure enough, time is like a pig-killing knife, and the knife is ruthless to gouge out the heart.

  (end of this chapter)