The Anarchic Consort

"Liu Er, why are you coming out this time?" Wang Apo's figure is hidden in the darkness, holding a tub in his hand, like just going out to sprinkle water.

Yan Liuer grabbed Wang Apo’s arm and made a sly movement, then whispered in a short breath: “After, there is something behind someone chasing me.”

"Then you hurry in, first hide and hide." Wang Apo said uncomfortable, and Yan Yaner's strength, pulled people into the door frame.

Yan Liuer did not suspect him, and immediately stepped in and went in. He even closed the door and took a breath on the door. He was worried: "It is too dangerous. Fortunately, you are in a timely manner."

Wang Apo shook her head and stood still in the dark. The voice was a little slow: "I can see people outside will not be able to walk for a while. You should enter the house with me first. I will let Linger send you back later."

"That troubles a grandmother." Yan Liuer was not afraid of light, and his forehead was covered with a layer of fine sweat.

She followed Wang Apo to the yard, and did not know if she was sweating. She always felt that some of the cold was cold.

The same is true when entering the house. All the savings of the Wang family are used for the son to study. Wang Apo is a widow. She usually saves a lot and does not have ignition charcoal.

Yan Liuer licked her arm, only to find that in the big winter, Wang Apo actually only wore a single coat, she is not afraid of cold?

"Drink a cup of tea." The slight sink came from Yan Liuer's head.

Yan Liuer had a nap, and wanted to hold the cup warm, but when she took it, she found that the water in the cup was cold.

It’s strange, probably Wang Apo is reluctant to boil water.

Yan Liuer thought about it with a cup of tea. It is really not to drink cold tea. This winter is even cold, who will drink cold tea.

What she didn't expect was that Wang Apo actually drank.

And drinking is still very natural, as if the heat of the water does not matter to her.

The atmosphere has a moment of stagnation.

Wang Apo was sitting in her exclusive rocking chair, looking at Yan Liuer, and she could not see any expression on her face.

I don't know why, Yan Liuer felt that there was something awkward to say, probably just that the scare had not passed, and even she was afraid to see her.

The quieter the house, the greater the fear.

Yan Liuer had no words to find out: "Wang Apo, some of my family's charcoal is useless, I will send it to you tomorrow, and there is a cotton jacket worn outside. If you don't give up, I will bring it to you."

Wang Apo did not talk.

Just when Yan Liuer thought she was probably sleeping.

The voice of Wang Apo was passed down in a hoarse voice: "In our alley, your heart is the most kind, not too poor or rich, but also care for our mother and son, Liu, who is paralyzed You, then his blessing is big."

"Where I have a grandmother said so well." Yan Liuer smiled shyly: "Apo is always busy with me, I live in an alley, it should be, and it will be replaced by others." ""

Wang Apo snorted: "They can't do this. The two gimmicks of Zhang Jia and Li Jia, who saw Ling children is not ridiculous, but also said that Linger will not have a lifetime. What do they know, Linger There will be a high school champion one day in the morning and evening, but the time is not enough."

"It is estimated that they are also looking at the urgency, and you don't care about your grandmother." Yan Liuer said something awkward.

Wang Apo’s voice is not flat: “You don’t have to say it for them. One is more than one. I’m going to go out and have a private meeting. If I have such a daughter, I’ll just kill them. It’s really for the ancestors. Lose your face."

To be honest, Yan Liuer is not very good at talking about this kind of thing with others. He only whispers one sentence: "I didn't help them to talk to them. Some things they said are also facts. You see that Lingda is now older, always I can’t let my grandmother go out to work on her own, and it’s good to go to work while studying.”

"You Ling Ling's hands are used to write the sacred words in the future! How can I go to work for others!" Wang Apo's voice suddenly increased, and there was some horror in such a late night.

Yan Liuer was shocked and quickly said: "Wang Apo I don't mean that, I am pure..."

"Okay." Wang Apo interrupted her with a voice: "You are still young, and you don't know about it. We have few people writing at the alley. You are the first one. You should be like this." Go high."

Yan Liuer smiled uncomfortably: "Wang Apo said." Then she looked at the sky outside: "The man should have gone almost, I went out to see."

"Don't worry." Wang Apo did not stand up, and took another sip of tea: "Since you are here today, the grandmother just happened to talk to you."

Yan Liuer smiled and asked: "What is the matter, the grandmother said it directly."

"Liu Er, I grew up watching you. You and your brother Ling are also close to each other. I didn't want the Zhangjia prostitute. After all, the two parents' affairs were set by Wang Bobo before his death. Now this is a marriage. Can't do it, you are also free, and my grandmother wants to ask you, would you like to be my daughter-in-law of the royal family?" Wang Apo's tone finally brought a smile.

The audible person is white, Yan Yaner really did not think that Wang Apo would do this with her, she did not know how to answer.

Mainly because she did not feel anything about Wang Ling.

And Wang Ling is eight years older than her, this...

"How? Is it too unexpected?" Wang Apo continued to laugh: "While you haven't read any books, your character has always been gentle. After that, someone like you will serve you next to your big brother. Peace of mind, you can rest assured that even if one day your big brother has a good time and a big official, his house will have a place for you. He has always been kind and will not be bad for his wife."

The more she listens, the more she feels, the more she must say: "Apo is not what you think, I am a big brother... I always see Lingda as a brother, we can't do both."

Suddenly!

The temperature in the room has reached the extreme.

Yan Liuer can clearly feel that the old man sitting in the rocking chair stopped smiling, and some of his voice was sullen: "You mean, you don't want to marry you Lingda?"

"I..." Yan Liuer wanted to let her listen to her explanation, and she walked in a little. This walk, she discovered the strangeness of Wang Apo’s fingers under the candlelight, and the long and dark hidden in the worn sleeves. Under, abnormal monks...