Zhu Yan was in a good mood while working. Her unreliable nephew once said: The flame of love can make people feel upset.
When she heard this, she was extremely contemptuous. A thirteen-year-old kid actually discussed the topic of love. She would be crazy if she believed it.
But the weird thing is that she really feels uneasy now. Is it really haunted?
Ever since Jiang Li unreasonably slipped her a note during a movie screening in Dashutun twenty years ago, she has been upset.
There were only three words on the note: I like you.
There is no beginning and no signature.
This was exactly what bothered Zhu Yan. What did this note without a beginning or an end represent? It could be given to anyone, even to a boy, or even to a dog.
If she hadn't noticed that Jiang Li's eyes had changed when he looked at her since then, she would have thought it was a prank.
Ten years ago, one night she and Jiang Xue came back from Luan Feng's house. When she parted with Jiang Xue and walked home alone, this guy crawled out from the haystack. She was so scared at the time that she thought she had encountered a thief.
He pulled her to the edge of the cornfield at the east end, and said to her like a thief: "You are not allowed to marry anyone else. Wait until you marry me." Then he ran away.
What is going on?
Although it was a bit random, the two of them officially entered the dating process, but everything started a little weird.
So, the two of them would exchange glances secretly. They used to be able to play and joke with each other, but now they couldn't even talk to each other.
But every time she saw Jiang Li's naked, muscular upper body, her heart couldn't help but beat wildly.
Just now, when Jiang Li was putting cement on her workbench, her heart was beating wildly.
But this time the heartbeat was a little strange, it was beating very chaotically, and it was already a little messy and out of control.
At the same time, she also felt like she was on edge.
Something is wrong. Something must have gone wrong.
She glanced around furtively and finally spotted her nephew, who was sitting behind a desk in the corner like an overseer with an enigmatic smile.
The reason has been found.
She didn't even need to verify it to know that this feeling of being on edge must have come from this monster-like nephew.
You see, once you find the reason, that feeling of being pricked up by a thorn in your back disappears, your heart stops beating, and you feel refreshed all over.
But the chat heart rate was not jumping randomly, so why did it jump?
It’s over, my nephew found out!
This monster must have seen something, because his mysterious smile clearly said four big words: I know.
Oh no! What should I do?
Zhu Yan was in a panic for a moment.
Should I try to coax him into not going out, or should I just kill him to silence him?
Although Wan Feng saw through his aunt's secret, he couldn't guess what she was thinking. He wondered if he could still laugh if he knew that his aunt was going to kill someone to silence them.
Wan Feng was feeling proud when suddenly something flashed through his mind like a shooting star.
Oops! It's broken!
It’s broken, it’s broken, it’s broken!
Tell Luan Feng why she forgot to tell her when she was making the wedding dress that she wanted a sweetheart neckline instead of a large lapel.
Wouldn’t it be a waste if this was cut out?
He only bought one piece of bright red cloth because he knew that this color would be sold very slowly.
Nowadays, almost no one wears bright red except those who are getting married.
There was once a movie called "Red Skirts Are Popular on Banana Street". That was in 1985, and the movie was set in the capital.
People only started wearing red skirts in 1985. If Luan Feng had cut the piece of cloth with the scissors, it would have taken until 1985 for this piece of cloth to be used.
Wan Feng stood up suddenly and ran out like the wind, which scared Zhu Yan who was thinking of a plan to silence her.
Could it be that this monster nephew was scared away because he found out that she was going to silence him?
Wan Feng ran to Luan Feng's house in one breath, and before he entered the house, he heard hahaha laughter from inside.
"Feng'er, don't you make a wedding dress for yourself?" These were the words of an old woman who worked in Luan Feng's house.
"Why would I want to make a wedding dress? I don't even have a partner yet."
"Bullshit! We are all experienced people, and we can't see your little thoughts. I'm afraid you will even smile at your butt crack when your son-in-law comes."
Wan Feng, who had just entered the house, slipped and almost bumped into Luan Feng's stove.
These old ladies are so hateful. They just make fun of him for no reason. Can't you be more careful with your words? You just say whatever you want. You can be shameless because you have children, but there are two who are not even married. Aren't you going to corrupt the flowers of the motherland?
Should I deduct their wages? I am one of the bosses here and have the right to do so.
Although Wan Feng did not hit the stove, he hit the lid, and the friction between the lid and the pot made a loud noise.
The room immediately fell silent.
A woman sitting by the door looked out and cried out, "A thief! A thief has come!"
Wan Feng walked into the room with a dark face, turned around and looked at the kang, and immediately breathed a sigh of relief.
Luan Feng was using scissors to gesture on a piece of red cloth and was about to cut it.
"Leave some cloth under the knife!" Wan Feng shouted, scaring Luan Feng.
Luan Feng stopped scissoring and said, "What are you doing?"
Wan Feng took a breath and said, "I forgot to tell you, I don't want a wide lapel, I want a sweetheart collar."
"Why, big lapels look so nice?"
"Why ask so many questions? They just want to be accepted."
Luan Feng threw the scissors away and said, "It's all in vain. The collar needs to be redesigned."
This is not Wan Feng’s business, he doesn’t know how to measure the size.
"Wan, you have to grow up quickly. Our Feng'er is getting anxious. She just measured half of the red cloth on herself." A woman operating a sewing machine joked while working.
"Yes, Feng'er is already anxious to make her wedding dress, and you have nothing better to do than wander around."
Wan Feng chuckled, "I think talking too much nonsense while working is not a good sign. It delays the work and should be fined! I'll write a set of rules and post them on the wall later."
A leader must hold candy in one hand and a stick in the other, otherwise no one will obey him.
You see, Wan Feng just waved his stick and these women immediately became silent.
However, Wan Feng also knew that this only affected the time he was here. If he was not here, these people would still be laughing and joking like before.
Luan Fengguan?
Rely on her? She is happier than anyone else.
The effect of the beer he drank at noon has not worn off yet, and Wan Feng feels his eyelids a little heavy.
No, I have to go home and get some sleep.
"Will you come again in the evening?" Luan Feng asked.
"Not necessarily. Even if I did, it would be very late. Zhang Hai asked me to go to Liang Wan's house to discuss something."
"It's Liang Wanjia again." Luan Feng immediately pouted and muttered.
Wan Feng was too lazy to deal with the woman's jealousy and went home to sleep.
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