Chapter 157 I Only Marry the Woman I Like

Village head Wang's old mother lived in a bungalow at the southeast end of Xiawa Village. It had three spacious tiled houses. Liang Jing lived in one and He Sang lived in another, which were adjacent to each other.

She lost a lot of her personal belongings, and only her cell phone and motion sickness medicine were left, and the pills were crushed.

At around eleven o'clock, the correspondent braved the rain to deliver her suitcase and Liang Jing's watch, which was dug out from the ruins.

More than half of the colleagues were injured. Lilac only had skin injuries. The driver and Tao Yan sat in the front and were the most seriously injured. Fortunately, the village doctor bandaged and stopped the bleeding in time, and they were not in danger of life. They were sent to the nearby county hospital. The township arranged for the rest of the colleagues to stay in the guesthouse.

After counting the items, He Sang grabbed a Band-Aid and went to Liang Jing's room.

She was careless for a moment and pushed the door open.

Lightning struck the light bulb on the beam, causing it to flicker. In the blink of light, the man stood naked with his back to the door. A towel soaked in a wooden bucket, wrung out until half wet, was poured over his head. The water droplets spread across his spine and lumbar vertebrae, and flowed into his trouser waistline.

The dried mud stains were washed away by the water, washing away the grayness and revealing the originally fair and thin body.

"You can put it down." Liang Jing didn't turn around, thinking it was Mayor Wang. "I'll wash it and wear it."

He Sang came back to his senses and turned his back to him, "Secretary Liang..."

Liang Jing was slightly stunned, and his first reaction was to pick up the coat on the bedside and put it on.

The water soaked his trousers, highlighting his erect silhouette. He shook off the towel and wrapped it around his waist and abdomen, barely covering it up.

"Are you okay?"

Liang Jing regained his composure and said, "Sit down."

He Sang felt uncomfortable. "I won't sit down. You continue washing." She stretched her hand back. "Medicine."

He took it, "Band-Aid?"

"I only brought this. You can apply it to the wound."

Liang Jing laughed out loud, "I applied the medicine."

"Waterproof and anti-friction." She turned away. "I once cut fruit and my index finger started bleeding. I applied medicine, but I forgot and it touched the shampoo foam, and it burned."

He Sang examined his wound, which was the size of a quail egg. She instructed Liang Jing, "Scissors."

Liang Jing handed it to her. She carefully cut the adhesive tape of the Band-Aid short, leaving only a narrow strip, and then placed it one by one. After seven or eight strips, her eyebrows curved, "This way, we don't have to worry about bacteria. I've sealed it tightly."

He lowered his eyes. This girl probably had obsessive-compulsive disorder. She had her hair cut so neatly. "Take it off."

"It won't hurt to pull it off. It won't be sticky for long."

Liang Jing laughed again, not at her, but at himself.

It was a stormy day with thunder and lightning outside and traffic was paralyzed, but he had the patience to let her toss and turn.

How can a Band-Aid be effective on a large laceration?

In this respect, He Sang is the same as his biological mother.

He heard Liang Yanzhang mention that Weng Qiong was a drama fanatic who only knew how to act and had no common sense at all.

She has never been involved in worldly affairs, and she looks like a girl in her twenties even though she is in her thirties. She is innocent and pure in her bones.

The third brother did take good care of He Sang. He Sang has delicate hands and a sweet voice.

If it was the woman supported by the second son, it might not be the same.

The second brother's temperament was too wild. The more adventurous and attractive a woman was, the more he wanted to possess and conquer her, with a reckless and unruly spirit. For those girls who longed for a long-term, peaceful life, being with him was a hot and exciting experience, and they were always uneasy.

The third brother is the man who makes a living.

Compared to the second brother, Liang Jing gets along better with the third brother.

Workaholics, homebodies, we are kind of people.

"Secretary Liang, I want to ask you a question."

"You ask."

He Sang raised his head and asked, "Will you arrange a marriage?"

"No." Liang Jing said without hesitation, "I will only marry the woman I like."

"So, do you have a woman you like?"

He Sang's eyes were clear and watery. The wind outside the window was so strong that it shook the earth and mountains, and the wind fell into her eyes. However, she felt inexplicably at peace and did not feel that this world was too narrow and lonely.

It's warm.

"No."

She was surprised, "What's the matter?"

Liang Jing recalled the first half of his life. He had experienced the excitement of adolescence once or twice, but after he matured and devoted himself to his diplomatic career, there were very few such experiences. "Probably not."

He Sang was silent for a moment, "Secret Liang, have you heard of Fahua Temple?"

"No."

She held her chin in her hand and said, "The abbot passed away in February, and we need a new abbot."

Liang Jing was stunned, his face darkening, "Are you kidding me?"

"That old monk occasionally chats with nuns. You are more disillusioned with the world than he is."

"Did you catch him chatting with the nun?"

"I even saw him eating braised eggs."

"Shut up." Liang Jing became more serious, but his eyes were gentle. This girl was "two-faced" and had a cold and elegant demeanor. It would be interesting to meet her. "Go back to your room and rest."

He Sang put the remaining Band-Aid on the cabinet and said, "If it doesn't stick anymore, put it on again."

There was no wooden bolt on the door, so it couldn't be locked. The strong wind pushed the door open again and again. Liang Jing moved a chair to prop it up, turned off the lights and lay down.

In the darkness, he couldn't help laughing again.

......

It rained all night and the sun came out in the morning. The air in the countryside was fresh. Liang Jing did not sleep in. He leaned against the wall and went to the yard to wash up. Unexpectedly, He Sang got up earlier than him, brought a basin of clothes, and washed them with a mallet.

The mallet was two feet long and thick, and her small hands struggled to hold it. In the thick sunlight, her long hair, washed black and smooth, flowed like a waterfall around her waist. Every time she struck the mallet, the ends of her hair swayed gracefully, giving her the virtuous and hardworking demeanor of a young wife.

"Are you washing clothes? Don't you have a washing machine?"

He Sang tilted her head. "You got out of bed?" She wiped the water droplets on her apron and came over to help him. "Is the swelling gone down?"

Before Liang Jing could answer, she squatted down, rolled up his trouser legs, and asked in surprise, "Is it even more swollen?"

He opened his mouth and swallowed it back.

I couldn't bear to hit her.

It's swollen from being rubbed.

After all, she had worked hard and meant well.

Liang Jing said, "I kicked it accidentally while sleeping."

The swelling was so severe that He Sang was also annoyed. "If the foreign reporters knew that Secretary-General Liang, who was always planning and talking, fell asleep and was not honest, they would definitely laugh at you."

She gently massaged the edge of her ankle. "Let me rub it for you more. Township Head Wang's mother made a pot of pork bone soup. Drinking it will nourish you."

Liang Jing opened his mouth again and looked away helplessly.

"Washing machines use so much electricity. Township head Wang's mother has been frugal all her life. Even at her age, she still washes clothes on a washboard. How could I bear to use a washing machine?" She raised the mallet. "I've never tried washing like that."

Liang Jing sat down and looked at her. "Is it fun?"

"It's fun." He Sang wiped the sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand. "One hammer down, and water comes out."

Liang Jing raised his eyelids to look at her, pursed his lips and said nothing.

Village head Wang's mother broke her hip at the beginning of the year. After she recovered, she did not throw away her crutches but lent them to Liang Jing. Liang Jing was tall and strong, and the crutch was less than one meter long, so it was difficult for him to use it. At least he could move freely now.

He was wearing Mayor Wang's white shirt and gray linen pants. The size didn't fit him well, they were too tight in the arms and too short at the bottom to be like cropped pants.

Liang Jing wears a refreshing and tough style.

In this world, when people describe a man as romantic, they often mean that he has many love affairs and is too dissolute.

There is a kind of commendatory term "romantic figure" that suits Liang Jing.

The natural demeanor, even in a state of disarray, the refined elegance and poetic air that he has honed are still unique and difficult to bury.

He Sang hung up the clothes and washed the sheets and quilt covers for Village Chief Wang's mother. After she finished cleaning up, she sat on a wooden bench in a daze. A sharp whistle startled her.

A large black car slowly stopped outside the iron gate.