"Nonuo!" Shen Yan rushed out in time to protect Cheng Yaoyao behind him, holding Cheng Nonuo's shoulders tightly with both hands, "What's wrong with you?"

"Let me go! You protect him, and you protect her!" Cheng Nuonuo didn't care about her relatives and dug her nails hard on Shen Yan's face.

Cheng Yaoyao screamed in shock. There were four bloody cuts on Shen Yan's face, with his skin and flesh rolled up. It was obvious that Cheng Nuonuo had killed him.

If this claw were to touch his face, Cheng Yaoyao simply couldn't imagine...

Shen Yan was also stunned. It was not until he saw warm liquid dripping down his face that he said in disbelief: "Nunuo, you hit me?"

Cheng Nuonuo sat paralyzed on the ground, not paying any attention to Shen Yan. She tightly grasped a jade pendant in her palm. The jade pendant gradually dimmed, as if it had lost its life, and cracks appeared on the surface. More importantly, she could no longer summon the spiritual spring.

Lingquan is Cheng Nuonuo's greatest reliance. What would she do if she lost the Lingquan?

Zhang Xiaofeng suffered an unexpected disaster, and the wound on the back of his hand was not light. Han Yin said angrily: "Did Cheng Nuonuo get rabies? I don't know if there are germs in his nails!"

Cheng Yaoyao quietly added some spiritual spring water to the water, helped Zhang Xiaofeng clean the wound, and bandaged it.

Everyone was in a bad mood after Cheng Nonuo's disturbance.

It was Cheng Yaoyao who volunteered to roll out a large pot of fragrant noodles. The noodles were made of Fuqiang flour and were white in color. Only salt and scallions were added to the noodles. Although there was not a trace of oil, it was still very tempting.

Everyone ate voraciously, and the gloom brought by Cheng Nonuo's madness just now disappeared. Only Shen Yan and Cheng Nonuo did not sit at the table to eat, and no one paid any attention to them. After finishing this group meal, the educated youths carried their packages and left this temporary dormitory one after another.

Cheng Yaoyao also had a lot of luggage, including a rattan box, a bag of sundries, and a roll of blankets. Han Yin and Zhang Xiaofeng helped her move to the alley entrance in the east of the village, and Cheng Yaoyao let them put down their luggage and left. Han Yin and Zhang Xiaofeng lived in Lin Dafu's house and Lin Dajun's house respectively, in another direction.

As soon as the two of them left, the young man who had been waiting at the entrance of the alley came over, easily picked up the luggage that needed three girls to move, and walked into the alley first.

Xie San's expression was as cold as usual. His eyes lingered on Cheng Yaoyao's lips for a moment before turning away. The beast-like eagerness and passion he had felt in the darkness last night seemed to be an illusion, which disappeared without a trace as the daylight rose.

The sun seemed to have forgotten this narrow and long bluestone alley. The mud walls were covered with moss and had fluffy argan or pink crabapple flowers. Xie San walked in front, and Cheng Yaoyao followed behind with a small bag in his arms.

Occasionally, some women would sit in the alley weaving straw sandals or stringing straw beads, and would greet Cheng Yaoyao with a smile: "You are going to see Cheng Zhiqing who lives in Xie's house, right?"

Cheng Yaoyao also greeted them with a smile: "Yes, I..."

Xie San interrupted her in a deep voice: "Let's go!"

Cheng Yaoyao was startled. Xie San had never spoken to her in such a tone, not to mention in front of others. Her face suddenly changed color. In the eyes of others, Cheng Yaoyao was a delicate and precious peony flower, but was frightened by Xie San and looked very pitiful.

Cheng Yaoyao pursed his lips, but managed not to make a scene, and just followed Xie San forward.

The alley became quieter and quieter, and there was no one around. But Xie San still didn't look back at her. Cheng Yaoyao walked slower and slower, and finally stopped and refused to move, staring at a cluster of crabapples sticking out of the cracks in the wall.

When Xie San finally turned around, he saw Cheng Yaoyao staring at the wall. He followed her gaze and said, "You like Haitang? We have some at home, too."

"I hate Haitang the most!" Cheng Yaoyao turned his head away and said angrily.

Xie San said calmly: "Then go home."

"..." Cheng Yaoyao's pout grew higher and higher. Carrying a small bag, she followed Xie Sanlang with footsteps, like a young wife who was being bullied. Xie Sanlang was as determined as iron, and without even turning his head, he led her around one narrow alley after another, and finally stopped.

Cheng Yaoyao looked up, but saw an abandoned house with half of the wall leaning down. He was so confused that he forgot to be angry: "You live here?"

Suddenly, the scene in front of her darkened. Xie San dropped his things and walked up to her, gently holding her small chin. Cheng Yaoyao's red eyes fell into his eyes.

"Go away!" Cheng Yaoyao got angry and kicked him hard on the knee, leaving a footprint on Xie San's pants.

Xie San didn't dodge, but grabbed Cheng Yaoyao's hands and whispered, "What's wrong?...Don't cry."

Cheng Yaoyao was about to make a scene, but when he heard Xie San's words, he burst into tears: "I don't want you to pay attention to me! Why are you being mean to me? I just came to your house and you're being mean to me!"

"...No." Xie San clumsily wiped Cheng Yaoyao's face with his hand. His fingers were rough and left a red mark on the fair cheek. "I didn't mean to hurt you."

"You are vicious! And in front of those people." Cheng Yaoyao was filled with grief, pointing at Xie San and accusing him, "You still ignored me. You ignored me from the moment we met!"

"I'm not ignoring you. Those people... don't have a good relationship with my family." Xie San was tongue-tied and not good at talking about these kinds of things. He lifted up his coat to wipe Cheng Yaoyao's face. The hot and wet tears formed dark spots on his coat, making him feel helpless.

Behind the alleys are prying eyes, and there is no shortage of gossiping tongues. Rumors can kill people, and no one understands this better than Xie San. He just doesn't want Cheng Yaoyao to fall into such a situation, but he doesn't want to make her cry.

Xie San tried to hold Cheng Yaoyao's slender waist, but was hit hard by Cheng Yaoyao. The pain stimulated her senses, and the ecstasy dream last night appeared in front of her. Xie San suddenly grabbed her hands and trapped her in his arms like a precious prey with beautiful fur.

Xie San pressed against that small earlobe and repeated earnestly: "No, I didn't ignore you."

Cheng Yaoyao gradually calmed down after hearing the deep voices. He emphasized, "Then you are not allowed to hurt me in the future."

"..." Xie San tried hard to recall, but Cheng Yaoyao stepped hard on his foot to help him recall. Only then did he realize that the word "gone" had a heavy tone, which the young lady could not bear.

The corners of Cheng Yaoyao's eyes were stained red, reflecting a teardrop mole, a beauty that was enchanting. Her rosy lips were flat, as if she had suffered a great injustice.

Xie San wanted to hold her in his arms until she felt so painful that she died. He said in a hoarse voice, "I won't do that again in the future."

Cheng Yaoyao's slender waist, which was arched like a cat, gradually softened, and Xie San held her in his arms and caressed her. Xie San was incredibly strong, and he lifted her up like a child and held her in his arms, swinging her awkwardly.

Cheng Yaoyao pouted her cherry lips and said, "A little higher."

Xie San then lifted her up a little higher and turned her around. Cheng Yaoyao only remembered being held like this by her father when she was five years old. She looked down at Xie San's handsome and silly face, and finally a sweet smile appeared on her lips. She ordered, "Put me down."

Xie San gently put her down on the ground, Cheng Yaoyao stood on tiptoe and kissed him on the lips. It was a very light and soft kiss, without any sexual taste, and before Xie San could react, she buried herself in his arms, hiding her red cheeks.

Xie San rested his chin on the top of her head and gently sniffed the jasmine scent emanating from her satin-smooth hair. His mind went blank for a long time before he came back to his senses.

The spoiled brat was about to kill him before he even entered the door.

The arrogant guy who was riding on Xie San's horse changed his demeanor once he entered the house. Cheng Yaoyao stood in the yard almost shyly and greeted Grandma Xie: "Hello, Grandma."

This landlord's house, which had been described many times in the original book, appeared before Cheng Yaoyao in its true appearance for the first time.

The floor is paved with blue bricks, the beams are made of camphor wood, the eaves are covered with tiles, and the caisson is engraved with auspicious and delicate patterns. There must have been a large family living here, and there were long-term workers and maids who came and went in a hurry to maintain the prosperity and order of the house.

Now that its prosperity has faded, the courtyard has lost its popularity and financial support and is inevitably showing signs of decline.

The spacious hall was empty, with a simple wooden table and stools that did not match the style. The patio and yard at the entrance were clean and had a large water tank. A few strings of chili peppers and garlic were hung under the kitchen window. In the corner of the yard, there was a vegetable patch with some scallions and Chinese cabbage, surrounded by a bamboo fence, and three hens inside. There was also a pile of firewood, with a waterproof plastic sheet on top.

The whole yard exudes an atmosphere of poverty.

While Cheng Yaoyao was curiously looking around the yard, Grandma Xie also looked at Cheng Yaoyao carefully. Her eyes were clear and there was a sense of pride between her eyebrows. She naturally had the capital to be proud. With such beauty, she could be happy or angry, and her every frown and smile was full of charm. Why wouldn't she be arrogant? People would naturally come forward and praise her to the top.

Cheng Yaoyao was looked at by Grandma Xie. He smiled sweetly and said hello again: "Grandma Xie, my name is Cheng Yaoyao, and I am an educated youth from Shanghai. I will live in your house from now on. Sorry for bothering you."

She had lived with her grandparents since she was a child and was good at dealing with the elderly, but being stared at by Grandma Xie like this, she couldn't help feeling a little uneasy and turned to look at Xie San.

Xie San immediately said, "Grandma, let's put the things inside first."

Grandma Xie's eyelids twitched. The tone of her grandson's voice was unexpectedly... She sighed deeply and said, "Zhao'er, put your things away and come to my room."

Xie San led Cheng Yaoyao to the east wing, pushed open the door with hollow carved window panes, and immediately felt a cool breeze.

The walls of the room were wiped clean, and there was a wooden bed and a table. The brick floor was wiped to a shine. Xie Fei was wiping the table, and when she saw Cheng Yaoyao, she dropped the rag and came over happily: "Sister Yaoyao, you're here!"

"Yeah!" Cheng Yaoyao's smile deepened a little at Xie Fei's warm welcome.

Xie Fei was really happy, and she circled around Cheng Yaoyao like a little butterfly. Maybe because she was in her own home, she was not so shy anymore. She pulled Cheng Yaoyao and said, "Brother cleaned up all night yesterday. Sister Yaoyao, come and see."

"Xiao Fei." Xie San interrupted Xie Fei, with a trace of unnaturalness on his tan face, "Help me sort out the things."

Xie Fei stuck out her tongue, exchanged a smiling look with Cheng Yaoyao, picked up Cheng Yaoyao's bedding and skillfully made the bed.

Xie San then looked down at Cheng Yaoyao again, his tone softened: "You pack up first, I'll go to grandma's room."

"Wait a minute." Cheng Yaoyao pulled his clothes and whispered, "Grandma, don't you want me to come?"

"No." Xie San learned from the pettiness of the spoiled girl and said seriously, "Don't think about it. Wait for me to come back."

Xie San turned around and went out.

Xie Fei had already made the bed and said, "Sister Yaoyao, take a look at this cool mat my brother made for you. Does it look nice?"

Author's words: Xie Sange's daily life: My wife is angry? My wife is so hard to coax. My wife is coaxed.

Third brother Xie has a pair of skillful hands. He can kill pigs, weave pillows and straw mats, and also mend people's clothes.