Chapter 103 This kind of man is the most deadly to women.

Lu Jingchen did not directly introduce Xia Qingxi's identity, but looked at Xia Qingxi and said:

"This is Ah Zhen's sister-in-law, call her sister-in-law."

"Sister-in-law." Xia Qingxi took the water with a smile and called her openly.

Ah Zhen understood immediately,

and nodded in agreement with a smile: "Oh, it's my sister-in-law." After that, he couldn't help but praise:

"My sister-in-law is so beautiful, just like the star in the movie."

Several people sat down and talked for a while. Lu Jingchen saw that only Ah Zhen was in the room, so he asked in a deep voice:

"Sister-in-law, why don't you see uncle and aunt, and Guangguang?"

"Guangguang went out to play." Ah Zhen paused after speaking, and then continued: "

Dad and Mom, they are gone."

After a moment of reaction, he realized what the word "left" meant. This was obviously beyond Lu Jingchen's expectations. His eyes dimmed for a moment, and he asked:

"When did it happen?"

"It's been more than a year." Ah Zhen said calmly. He didn't want this matter to affect everyone's mood, so he stood up and said:

"It's getting late. You guys sit for a while. I'm going to cook now."

"Sister-in-law, let me help you." Xia Qingling stood up and was about to go into the kitchen with her. Ah Zhen hurriedly said,

"No, no, you sit down and rest. I'll be quick. We'll have dinner soon."

When Ah Zhen went to the kitchen, Lu Jingchen told Xia Qingling to take a rest if she was tired, and he would go out first.

Soon, Xia Qingxi was the only one in the house. From the conversation between the two of them and what the woman in the blue-tiled house said, she roughly pieced together the basic situation of her sister-in-law's family:

Ah Zhen's husband was a comrade-in-arms of Lu Jingzhen, but unfortunately he died. Ah Zhen returned here from the family compound to take care of her elderly parents-in-law. The parents-in-law fell ill one after another. Ah Zhen sold the house to pay for the two elderly people's medical treatment, but the two elderly people still died. Now she lives here alone with her children. Being alone

was a little overwhelmed. Xia Qingxi was about to go to the kitchen to help, but suddenly noticed the photos hanging on the wall. She was a little curious, so she walked over to take a look.

Several photos were of the same man, some wearing a big red flower to join the army, some wearing military uniform to salute, some swearing an oath to the national flag, and almost every expression was very serious.

"That's Guangguang's father." At this time, Ah Zhen came out and saw Xia Qingling looking at the photos, so she smiled and introduced him to her:

"Don't be fooled by his serious look in the photos, he is actually not like that. He loves to laugh, likes to talk about brotherhood, and does things impulsively. He got into a lot of trouble before he joined the army, so we all call him Zeng Xiaodao."

When talking about her deceased husband, she did not show any sadness, but kept smiling, and there was even a glimmer in her eyes.

After hearing her words, Xia Qingxi couldn't help but look at the photo carefully, and found that the man in the photo had a ruffian look between his eyebrows. Xia Qingxi quickly thought of the image of a "ruffian" man who was not bound by worldly constraints, acted casually, seemed cynical on the surface, but had his country in mind, had national justice, and hated evil.

This kind of man has a fatal temptation to women. They may not like it at first sight, but once they fall in love, it will be for a lifetime.

Noticing that Lu Jingxie was not there, Ah Zhen asked Xia Qingxi beside him. After learning that he had gone out, Ah Zhen did not look surprised, nor did he ask where he went, but said to Xia Qingxi:

"Sister, sit down for a while, I'll go call Guangguang back."

"I'll go call him." Xia Qingxi suddenly said.

Ah Zhen was obviously a little surprised when she heard this. Before she could say anything, she heard the beautiful girl across from her confidently say:

"Don't worry, sister-in-law, I know him. I saw him when I came here just now."

Xia Qingxiang has been learning portrait sketching since childhood, so her observation of people's appearance is naturally better than that of ordinary people. The little boy squatting on the ground just now is very similar to the man in the photo. At first glance, they are father and son.

With the consent of her sister-in-law, Xia Qingxiang walked out of the house, walked down the path, bypassed the blue-tiled house, and looked at the flat dam that they passed by on the way back and forth.

From a distance, she saw six or seven children still playing the gun battle game there, and the seven or eight-year-old boy with yellow hair still did not participate. He squatted there silently, watching them play.

At this time, a child wearing a sailor suit and wearing a pot lid suddenly bumped into a little boy squatting on the ground while running. The little boy with the pot lid was unstable and fell down immediately.

But the fall was not serious, because he quickly got up. He was angry and pushed the squatting boy:

"Get out of here, what are you doing here? You made me trip, and we don't want to play with you."

The children who were running with guns quickly surrounded him. The boy with two snotty noses immediately came up to help:

"Yes, Bald Zeng, we don't want to play with you! You should leave quickly, otherwise you will trip us too."

The little boy called Bald Zeng looked at them and said without any fear:

"This is not your territory, why should I leave? He fell because he didn't look at the road. What does it have to do with me?"

"If you don't squat here, will I fall? Humph!" After saying this, Pot Cover began to sing the jingle he had made up:

"Bald Zeng, Zeng Bald, ugly, no friends, grandpa doesn't love him, dad is not around, we'll beat him to death with one punch, a little monster..."

Soon everyone followed him, running and circling the little boy with blond hair, clapping their hands and singing loudly:

"Bald Zeng, Zeng Bald, ugly, no friends, grandpa doesn't love him, dad is not around, we'll beat him to death with one punch, a little monster..."

The little boy with blond hair was surrounded in the middle, his face flushed, he clenched his fists, staring at everyone without blinking, as if he was going to rush up in the next second.

"Guang Guang..."

At this time, a voice came over, and soon everyone saw a beautiful sister walking towards this side. The children did not run away, but instead looked at her approaching curiously.

Xia Qingling walked up to the little boy with blond hair, raised his hand, and proudly held him in his arms. He looked at the other kids and said,

"Little brats, don't bully others!"

"We didn't bully him!" The little boy with a pot lid pouted and did not admit it.

"Then why do you curse at people and give them nicknames?" Xia Qingxi asked, looking at Guogaitou.

"His last name is Zeng, and he's bald. What's wrong with us calling him Zeng Guangtou?" Guogaitou looked up at Xia Qingxi, not afraid of her, and said confidently.

"Yes, yes, Xiaoming is right, he is Zeng Guangtou." The little boy with two snotty noses beside him also agreed, flattering him, as if he was saying that whatever his elder brother said was right.

Xia Qingliu looked at Pot Cover Head and was not in a hurry to educate him. She asked in a friendly manner as if she was chatting with him:

"What's your name?"

Seeing that she had a good temper, Pot Cover Head became bolder and answered proudly:

"My name is Zhang Xiaoming."

"What about you?" Xia Qingliu looked at the little boy with a snotty nose and asked, "What's your name?"

"Liu Xiaohua," the little boy answered, with the same proud expression as the big brother beside him.

"No, no, no." Xia Qingxi shook her head repeatedly. In everyone's curious eyes, Xia Qingxi looked at the pot lid and said with a smile:

"Your clothes are so dirty, and you cut a pot lid. You shouldn't be called Zhang Xiaoming, but the dirty pot lid." After that, she looked at the boy with snot hanging next to her:

"What about you? Your last name is Liu, and you have snot hanging from your nose. You shouldn't be called Liu Xiaohua, but runny nose."

"Dirty pot lid"

"runny nose"

Hahaha...

The children next to them read the new names of the two and laughed.