The starry sky was clear and bright.
The twinkling little stars look like naked children frozen in the dead of winter, appearing to tremble slightly, but that's just due to the cold air.
Although winters are cold, winters in the north are even colder.
But in contrast, there's the oven in the house amidst ice and fire. Late at night, with nothing to do, you can bury two potatoes or two sweet potatoes in the fire. Mmm, after half an hour, dig them out, and the smell... would make even the chefs in fancy restaurants want to quit.
That flavor is a natural taste, something that can't be cooked or created with skill. It's a naturally formed flavor, like ice and snow, the fragrance of spring flowers, or the aroma of earth after rain. That pure, natural flavor cannot be artificially created, but such places are becoming increasingly rare.
It looks a lot like a woman's vagina; once the child comes out, it can't go back in.
Of course, once destroyed, it can never be restored. All those beautiful things in nature can only remain in our memories.
Under the starry sky, moonlight bathed the earth, and the undulating landscape appeared as an endless expanse in the poet's eyes: the northern scenery, snow drifting for thousands of miles, a vast expanse of white as wax elephants galloping across the plains...
In Wang Xiaoyan's eyes, however, it was just "damn it, it's snowing again."
In Xu Guozhong's eyes, it was fucking cold!
In Chen Chu's eyes, these undulating little mounds really looked like rows of women's big, white buttocks sticking out. He thought to himself, "If only they were real, with such tender, white buttocks, I could swing my big stick down there and make them all rip them over..."
...
Just as there are a hundred different Lin Daiyus in a hundred people's eyes, the snow scene also evokes different feelings depending on one's state of mind.
Poets are also sensitive and melancholic about autumn. The more snowy the scene, the more they tend to feel sorrow and grief, immersing their emotions in all living things, as if they have melted into the pulse of nature, and their nerves twitch when nature beats.
From the ancient Three Kingdoms period to modern Qiong Yao novels, from mindless yet addictive Korean dramas, and even Xu Zhimo's incomprehensible poem—"Don't pinch me, it hurts..."
If this is considered poetry, and can even be described as having artistic conception, it feels no different from the pain of having your butt pricked...
Zhang Jiayi, that little slut, was also leaning on the railing, gazing into the distance. A grown woman staying up late at night, looking out the window and listening to the owls purring, which meant one thing—she was thinking about men.
Moreover, light snowflakes were falling outside the window, which made her so happy that she turned on the small lamp and went out to look for inspiration, only to return shivering from the cold after sneezing a few times.
I wrote a short poem and sent it to Chen Chu via text message.
Nights are often filled with partings
How silent the snowy moon is
Xiaowanglanping
The cold only fuels my obsession...
...
Chen Chu was knocking on Wang Xiaoyan's door when a text message beeped, and Xu Guozhong followed suit with his cheeky head.
Chen Chu thought to himself, "Let's see. Xu Guozhong doesn't know many words anyway, so he'll understand even less about what's going on inside."
After reading these lines, Chen Chu had a feeling that this girl was fucking horny!
That little slut, I never expected her to be so slutty. She even said "Xiaowanglanpingchu, Fenghan genchimi," meaning she was all cocky and pretentious, going out to the bumpy hills to show off, then getting cold and catching a cold, and now she has a high fever. Serves her right, what was she doing out there in the middle of the night instead of sleeping? So slutty!
However, Chen Chu still sent a message to comfort him.
Midnight until dusk
Hua Rongyue Buzhi
The rooster crows to herald the dawn.
Longing is slow
Chen Chu chuckled, thinking to himself, "You're just a prostitute, waiting for me to break your little ring! Hahaha! You little brat, just you wait, you won't have many more days to be so smug. Sooner or later I'll break you! Let you be so cocky! Looking for trouble in the middle of the night!"
But you'll have to wait until I get to Kunming, then I'll beat you up, and then I'll be gone. Where are you going to find me then?! Hehehehehe…
However, Zhang Jiayi was very pleased to see it, feeling that Chen Chu's text messages to her were full of praise for her.
They said that although it was the middle of the night, the darkness would eventually fade away, and that she was as beautiful as a flower, more beautiful than the moon, even more beautiful than the moon itself, yet the moon shamelessly shone brightly in the sky. And when the rooster crowed, the longing in their hearts would always arrive…
Zhang Jiayi suddenly felt that this must be a signal that Chen Chu wanted to go on a date with her.
It means that he wants to secretly meet her at the crack of dawn... Ah! Zhang Jiayi blushed, her heart pounded, and she was completely flirtatious.
Her heart was pounding like a deer's, her heart was pounding with excitement. Her face flushed, she covered her cheeks with her hands, thinking that she should take her medicine and drink more water so that Chen Chu wouldn't see that she was sick during their date.
That would make you feel like you're sickly and have poor health...
...
Zhang Jiayi was busy late into the night, making a racket that kept Zhang Cai, who lived in the east room, yawning and feeling incredibly sleepy. He thought to himself, "I missed my daughter when she was at school, but now that she's back, she's so annoying! This brat, she's getting more and more unruly as she gets older. Is it really true that daughters grow up and leave home...?" This little devil... "My stepmother has been back for two days, and I haven't slept well for two nights. I keep going to bed and back. My stepmother is either out showing off or making a racket in the house. Either the bucket is overturned or the flowerpot is broken."
Zhang Cai's head was throbbing. He wondered if he could have another child with his wife, but he was too weak to do so. He was putting all his energy into Liu Haiyan.
The main reason is that Liu Haiyan is too seductive and good in bed. If Zhang Cai doesn't sleep with Liu Haiyan, he sleeps with his wife at home. There's no way around it; he still has to pay his dues to his wife. But he always feels that it's not too easy to have another child through hard work.
Zhang Cai sighed, thinking that his precious little princess was one of the top students in her class, and the teacher said she was exceptionally talented and could probably become a romance novelist someday. Zhang Cai was naturally happy; his ex-wife was a teacher, but ever since she became a university teaching assistant, she had run off with his mother and a foreigner.
Although Zhang Cai has found another wife, he still feels an unbreakable bond with her. Seeing his daughter's excellence in this area, he can't help but think of his ex-wife. Perhaps this little princess takes after his ex-wife.
...
At this moment, Wang Xiaoyan had already opened the door. Upon seeing Chen Chu, the kid's lips curled into a sneer.
"Chen Chu! What are you doing here? You even brought me a gift? What gift? What kind of gift did you bring me? Hmm?"
Wang Xiaoyan spoke sarcastically to Chen Chu.
I wish I could chew Chen Chusheng up.
However, in the other hut, Wang Xiaoyan, the daughter, was overjoyed when she heard that Chen Chu had arrived with gifts. She wondered if he had truly come to propose marriage. "No way," she thought, "if he really were here, it should be her father who came, or a matchmaker. Why would he come?"
Wang Xiaoyan was delighted and poked her head out of the room.
Wang Xiaoyan saw this and scolded his daughter, "What are you doing? Xiaoyan, go back home! Why aren't you sleeping at night? Why are you embroidering? Are you burning the midnight oil? Doesn't that waste electricity?"
Wang Xiaoyan pouted at her father.
"I don't spend your money; my older brother gives me the money."
Wang Xiaoyan's older brother, Wang Daming, works as a contractor in Hancheng and earns a good amount of money each year. He also gives money to his sister. Wang Daming is most annoyed by his father, who is stingy all the time. Moreover, even when he has money, he is reluctant to spend it on food or drink, and only saves it.
If you don't use money for business or to make money from other sources, how can you make money? However, Wang Xiaoyan scolded him and told his eldest son to hand over all the money to him for safekeeping, or he would disown him.
Having no other choice, Wang Daming went to Hancheng alone, thinking that if his father took control of his money, his business would be over and the construction team would have to be disbanded immediately.
As for this family of several people, the father was extremely stingy, the mother was irresponsible and sided with the father, and the second son, Wang Dasheng, was... a good-for-nothing.
Wang Daming shook his head and said it wouldn't work after just one glance at his brother's wife, Xiaolian. He said that Xiaolian and his brother Wang Dasheng were not suitable because Xiaolian's eyes would dart around as soon as she lowered her head, and she would have a different idea every time she did. He said that his brother was honest and straightforward, and he should find a woman who knew how to manage a household.
However, Wang Dasheng fell in love with Xiaolian. Wang Daming disagreed, but he couldn't go against his father's wishes. The silly boy Wang Dasheng almost turned against his brother.
Wang Daming was speechless. He had pinned all his hopes on his sister, hoping she would find a good family and amount to something. As for his father's house burning down or his daughter-in-law running away...
Wang Daming found it amusing, thinking that even without someone to seduce him, that guy would still run away, and his life there definitely wouldn't last long. Besides, he was too lazy to bother with the gossip and sleight of hand in the village.
Although construction projects stop in winter, they can still be carried out in the south. He plans to lead his construction team to the Jiangsu and Zhejiang areas, where it's easier to make money...
Wang Xiaoyan glared at her daughter. Wang Xiaoyan looked at Chen Chu as if she wanted to say something, but in the end she pouted and went back to her room.
"What are you doing? What gift are you bringing?" Wang Xiaoyan sneered at Chen Chu.
Chen Chu chuckled and said, "Uncle Wang, it's almost Chinese New Year, I'm giving you a godson..." As he spoke, Chen Chu pulled Xu Guozhong, who was behind him, over.
"Look at this godson, isn't he great! Your family suddenly has another breadwinner..."
Wang Xiaoyan was so angry that his beard stood on end. Xu Guozhong grinned, thinking to himself, "Chen Chuzhen is such a bastard."
However, considering that he might be going to Zhu Mengmeng's house later, Chen Chu would accept being called a son or even a grandson, let alone a son.
The group went inside, and Wang Xiaoyan started eating potatoes from the stove.
Chen Chu's eyes darted around as he said, "Uncle Wang, I'm not here for anything else, just to win Sun Wu's money together, and then we'll split it 50/50. The money's with me first, and then..."
"Huh?" Wang Xiaoyan was a little confused.
Chen Chu reiterated his plan, but he didn't mention returning the winnings to Sun Wu.
Wang Xiaoyan smiled.
"Deputy Village Chief Chen, you're really quick-witted!"
Chen Chu also laughed and said, "Uncle Wang, we became friends after our fight. Besides, we can all make money together. Sun Wu either lost all his money to outsiders or got fined by the police station. It's better to keep the money in the family and split it among us!"
Wang Xiaoyan smacked his lips.
His eyes darted around.
What if something goes wrong?
Chen Chu laughed and said, "If anything happens, I, the deputy village chief, will take the blame. I've already spoken with Officer Yang above, and they won't arrest us, no matter who they arrest."
Xu Guozhong also said, "We have a deputy village chief, what are you afraid of? If you're not willing, we'll find someone else, Zhu Mengmeng is next..."
"Cough cough..." Wang Xiaoyan coughed violently. Zhu Mengmeng was not only Xu Guozhong's object of affection, but Wang Xiaoyan was also thinking about her. She was practically a saint in Wang Xiaoyan's mind. He wished he could wash her feet and lick her anus every day...