Transmigrated into his own aunt

Chapter 75

Ying Wanwan's heart rose to her throat, she stared at the people walking on the lake for a moment, and asked, "Aren't they afraid of falling? It's too dangerous, right?"

Xiao Nanfeng glanced lightly, "They are not children anymore, even if there is danger, it is self-inflicted."

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"I still need to remind you? If it falls, it's okay."

"Try to see if they will listen to you?" Xiao Nanfeng turned his head and glanced at her.

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After walking for about half an hour, Ying Wanwan's soles of her feet were covered with sweat, and her legs felt sore, "Where is my house? If I keep walking, my feet will start to smell."

Xiao Nanfeng said helplessly, "That's the village in front."

Looking at the rows of low courtyard-style thatched huts in front of him, even the walls are made of adobe, he fully understands the indifference of Xiao Nanfeng's parents.

This place is so poor, but Xiao Nanfeng's family lives in a small building in the city.

The difference between the two is too great!

If she was replaced by his parents, she would also have to oppose the marriage.

She sighed, "I married you, or married into a wealthy family."

Xiao Nanfeng was amused, "It's not as exaggerated as you said."

A lot of people gathered at the canteen at the entrance of the village, Xiao Nanfeng and Ying Wanwan just approached.

A woman's rough voice came, "Hey, who do I think this is? Isn't this Wanwan from the old Ying's family in the west of the village? I haven't seen you for a year, and I don't even dare to recognize it."

Ying Wanwan followed the voice and saw a mean-looking man, wearing a black old-fashioned linen cotton coat and trousers, with a green turban wrapped around his head.

A middle-aged woman wearing high clogs and black velvet cotton shoes was looking at herself mockingly with melon seed shells spitting out of her mouth.

Standing next to her was a woman holding a child. She was in her early 20s, her hair was messy, and her facial features were barely handsome. Her figure might be because she was wearing old cotton clothes or because she had a baby. He looked at himself with hostile eyes.

Ying Wanwan thought for a long time but couldn't remember who the middle-aged woman opposite was, so she raised her hand and tugged Xiao Nanfeng's sleeve.

Then he lowered his head slightly and reminded in a low voice, his tone was dangerously condensed, "She is the mother of the ex-object you made a fuss about, and the one next to her is his wife."

Ying Wanwan: "..."

Ignoring the jealousy in his tone, he narrowed his eyes almost invisible, said oh, and stretched the ending, "It's auntie, I haven't seen you in a year, and I didn't recognize you either. Look at your appearance, Mr. You are in your teens, is it because your life is not comfortable?"

When Ma Cuihua heard this, the corners of her mouth that were originally raised suddenly closed, and she looked at Ying Wanwan squarely.

After this stinky girl was fished out of the reservoir by a man, she became mentally abnormal after waking up.

She was nagging all day long, and the hoof got married immediately, so her son blamed himself a lot for this.

Looking at it now, not only does the hoof seem to be back to normal, but its temper is also tougher than before.

"Small hooves, a dog can't spit out ivory, who do you think is ten years old?" She is only 45 this year, and she usually does little farm work. Which woman of her age in the village does not envy her youthful appearance?

Moreover, her son is the only college student in the village. After graduation, he will be employed in a government agency. Who in this village will not flatter her when he sees her?

The village head has to give her some face!
And didn't this bitch see her before, didn't he just let her sneer and sneer and dare not reply?
Now you are married to a brat who came out of nowhere, what are you talking about?
"Mother, don't listen to this little brat talking nonsense, you're young." Hu Qingmei stepped forward to comfort her, and several women around her followed suit.

"Small hooves, little hoofs, who are you scolding?" She blinked a pair of black eyes that were full of autumn water, and asked ignorantly.

"Of course the little hooves are scolding you!" After speaking, he found himself responding to Wanwan, spat, rolled up his sleeves and was about to come over.

Ying Wanwan laughed and reminded, "Auntie, you are strong and strong, if you hurt me, my father will have to go to your house to rely on you, and you will have to pay for it."

Xiao Qingru mentioned in the letter that the original owner's family dumped the original owner to Xiao Nanfeng like a burden, and it was not a good thing to think about, she used the other party as a shield with confidence.

As soon as Ma Cuihua heard that it would cost money, she paused, considered the pros and cons, and was unwilling to let Ying Wanwan go like this in front of so many people. You just stand there."

In the rural areas of the 80s, there were many sparrows in winter, and there were haystacks beside the road, and occasionally shriveled rice husks stuck to them when harvesting grain.

Sparrows like to fly up to find food.

Xiao Nanfeng's cold eyes swept lightly over Ma Cuihua's body, bent down to pick up the stones on the ground, and aimed at the sparrow that fell on the haystack.

In the blink of an eye, a sparrow fell to the ground.

Immediately there were several sighs from around.

Ying Wanwan glanced sideways and saw the sparrow that was fluttering its wings on the ground but couldn't fly, trotted forward to pick it up, turned to look at him adoringly, her black pupils were shining brightly, "Did you get it down? I didn't see clearly, you are amazing, I admire you so much."

There was a suspicious blush on the tips of Xiao Nanfeng's fair ears. There were so many people, couldn't she be more reserved? "This kind of thing is twittering all day long. It sounds annoying. You have to kill it to stop it. I will roast it raw for you later."

While speaking, he glanced at Ma Cuihua with angry eyes, "Some people croak like sparrows. If you don't restrain yourself, it's time to deal with it."

Xiao Nanfeng's cold face was already frightening, but Ma Cuihua was terrified, and hearing his tone and meaning, she stopped and dared not take a step forward.

"..."

The two headed west.

Ying Wanwan put one hand in her pocket and held the sparrow's leg in the other. She raised her head and frowned, "How did you knock down the sparrow with a stone? It's really amazing! I don't know how powerful you are."

Xiao Nanfeng chuckled twice, he was very grateful for Ying Wanwan's praise, but kept his mouth modest, "It's just average."

"I think it's very powerful, even more powerful than the hero on TV..."

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At the corner of the intersection, I ran into a man wearing an old dark blue cotton-padded jacket, about 1.7 meters in height, neither fat nor thin, and his facial features could not be described as well-rounded, but they looked very delicate together.

Seeing that she and Xiao Nanfeng were obviously stunned, he hesitated for a moment, and said hello, "Comrade Xiao, Wanwan, you are coming back to see relatives."

"En." Xiao Nanfeng responded indifferently, and then looked at Wanwan with his deep and cool eyes.

Ying Wanwan kept lowering her head to fiddle with the sparrow, and when she heard the voice, she raised her head and glanced at the man, but she didn't remember it.

But since people greeted her, she had to respond, "Yes." She raised her eyelids and looked at the sky, raised her delicate chin to look at Xiao Nanfeng, "Honey, it's getting dark, I'm so hungry, let's go home quickly Bar."

　Pushing the book, the author is thorny, and the female partner of the Buddha of Interstellar.Wen is very fat.

　　Yan Mumu read this short sci-fi novel, and after typing a 5000-word vicious negative review, he sadly passed it on to the supporting actress of the same name.

　　She accepts karma, and a repentant life will have no desires, no desires, and no distracting thoughts.

　　Not vicious, not black, not tossing, the most important thing is to be pure-hearted and don't think about men, especially those of the hostess.

　　As a female supporting role in spicy texts, one has to follow the buddhist style to live a long and long life.

　　Amitabha, good, good, good

　　
　
(End of this chapter)