Beauty after bathing

"It's better to let Yanxing do whatever he wants. After all, it won't hinder him."

Fan Yajun married a man of her dreams, and she also wanted her brother to marry a girl of his dreams.

Being in a family like the Fan family, you have all kinds of high-quality resources since childhood, and you naturally have to pay corresponding returns at critical moments, otherwise how can the next generation continue to enjoy it? This is the truth that Fan Yajun has understood since she was sensible, and it is also the conclusion she has drawn from the experiences of her relatives and friends.

She is afraid of facing a dilemma, and she is also afraid that her future life will be completely different from the first half of her life.

So, from the beginning, she cut off this possibility for herself. From school to work, in the past twenty years, she has never made friends with boys who are not in the same "circle".

Fan Yajun was very clear-headed and calm. She knew that she was not capable enough to resist the burden on her and pursue the so-called love, so she chose a spouse according to her family's requirements.

The man she finally married was the most outstanding among her outstanding childhood sweethearts. He was handsome and had a strong family background. She happened to like him...

Both parents hit it off. They got married smoothly, had children smoothly, and lived a loving and harmonious life. They lived happily and had no regrets in life.

But this situation is too rare. There are a lot of "married couples" around who look like each other but are not like each other. They live together and would rather stay at work to work overtime than go home. A good house is cold and deserted, without any fireworks, and the end of the second half of their lives can be seen at a glance.

But with the strong joining forces, at least the second half of their lives will be worry-free, their careers will be on the next level, and they will live much better than ordinary people. It's hard

to say whether it's good or bad, it's all personal choice, and you can't blame others.

But Fan Yanxing's situation is different from theirs. He has outstanding abilities and tough means. His father once said that his future achievements are likely to surpass his, and his future is bright.

Similarly, this also means that he has a say in the family. If he doesn't want to get married, the family's coercion may backfire.

After Fan Yajun said this, Qu Qingying fell silent. Obviously, she understood this better than her, not to mention that he was her only son no matter what. Before she figured out the situation, she didn't want to be like a headless fly and hit the coward with a stick, which might even cause trouble.

There is no benefit in having a strained relationship with your son.

This matter needs to be considered in the long run.

After an unknown amount of time, Qu Qingying raised her head and glanced at Fan Yajun, sighing: "You don't have to tell your father."

Fan Yajun nodded repeatedly, and she thought to herself: If it weren't for some gossipy person who told you about this, she wouldn't have come back specially, and this matter would have stayed quietly in her stomach!

"Also, if there is any movement from Yanxing, you must inform me immediately."

After saying this, Qu Qingying's face flashed with a hint of unnaturalness. Obviously, she was Fan Yanxing's mother, but she had to learn about his affairs from the mouth of her daughter. If she told others about it, it would make people laugh!

But at the same time, she was also relieved that the relationship between the siblings was good and close, which was much better than those who never contacted each other.

"Okay." Fan Yajun raised the corners of her lips and showed a well-behaved smile. She would notify them, but the content of the notification was uncertain.

Qu Qingying rubbed her forehead, "I haven't seen my two grandchildren for a long time. Let's go downstairs."

"Okay." Seeing that Qu Qingying didn't hold her to ask about Fan Yanxing, Fan Yajun breathed a sigh of relief and followed Qu Qingying out the door. The wooden carved door closed, leaving the sunlight in the room behind them.

*

The sun set in the west, the light gradually faded, and the two said goodbye at the entrance of the village.

Fan Yanxing first returned to the Liang family with a lot of bags. At this time, Ma Xiuzhi and Liang Xueyong had not returned yet, so he hid everything in the corner of the yard, and then ran to Liang's uncle's house to get the key. After he came back and opened the door, Liang Qingqing sneaked back home, quickly changed out of the beautiful skirt, and put on her usual simple clothes again.

It is true that clothes make the man, and the saddle makes the horse. After taking off this skirt, although she is still beautiful, she has lost some of the charm that makes people stunning at first glance.

Liang Qingqing touched the skirt with some reluctance, and then hid it together with the box of vanishing cream in an inconspicuous dark place.

Fan Yanxing, who was leaning against the door to help her keep watch, witnessed this scene, and felt an inexplicable discomfort in his heart. An idea suddenly came to his mind, that is, he wanted to fill her closet with all kinds of beautiful dresses for her to choose from, so that she would never have to be reluctant to part with a dress in the future.

Knowing that talking at this time would make her more depressed, Fan Yanxing simply pretended not to see it, and softened his voice to change the subject: "Do you want to eat a peach? I'll wash it for you."

Liang Qingqing did not refuse, and remembered something, and reminded: "Remember that it is you who bought it!"

"I know, you can trust me to do it." Fan Yanxing hooked his lips and turned to the kitchen to scoop water to wash the peach.

Liang Qingqing was halfway through eating the peach when Ma Xiuzhi and the others came back. As soon as they entered the room, they saw a large pile of things on the table. Their eyes almost popped out and they looked at each other subconsciously, but they were speechless.

"Uncle and aunt, you guys should also try this peach." Fan Yanxing took two washed peaches and stuffed them into the hands of Ma Xiuzhi and Liang Xueyong, and took one to eat. "My friend bought some when he came to the hospital to see me before. It tasted very sweet."

"We don't like peaches. You can take them back and eat them yourself." Even if they had never bought fruits at the supply and marketing cooperative, they were not blind or stupid. Naturally, they knew that these shiny peaches must be expensive. How could they eat two at once!

But when he turned around, he saw his precious daughter sitting in the yard, biting into a half-eaten peach. Her movements were natural and generous, without any embarrassment!

A closer look revealed a peach pit at her feet, so the one in her hand was obviously the second one!

This, this, this, Qingqing is really something, how could she take such a good thing from Fan Zhiqing for nothing!

"It's hot and they will go bad in two days. I bought so many and I can't even eat them all. It will be a waste then." Fan Yanxing pushed back the peaches that Ma Xiuzhi and the others had pushed back. "I have money, don't be polite to me."

Fan Yan had already said this much, and they couldn't refuse anymore. Seeing that he had prepared peaches for other people in the family, they swallowed their saliva, took a bite, and their mouths were instantly filled with sweet flesh. The taste was completely different from the bitter little peaches in the village. It was the first time for them to eat such delicious peaches!

Sure enough, expensive things have their reasons.

"Fan Zhiqing also bought other delicious food. Dad and mom, you can try them first. The watermelon is frozen in the well water. Let's eat it together tomorrow when my eldest brother and his friends come back." Liang Qingqing finished the peach in her hand in two or three bites, patted her sticky hands, and arranged the destination of the things on the table in a natural tone. When

Ma Xiuzhi and her husband heard this, their eyes went dark and they almost fainted, but Fan Yanxing nodded with deep understanding, and even echoed a few words.

For a moment, their expressions were particularly complicated. They really didn't know whether to say that Liang Qingqing was magnanimous and had no sense of propriety, or that Fan Yanxing was generous and good-tempered!

In the evening, there were only four of them at home. After chatting in the main room for a while, Ma Xiuzhi and Liang Xueyong went to wash up first. They have always been people who go to bed early and get up early. After locking the door to the yard, they went back to their room to rest.

Liang Qing came out of the bathroom after washing. The moonlight hung in the sky, and the dim light of the kerosene lamp could barely illuminate the road under her feet. She wrapped her hair in a towel and walked carefully towards the water tank with her dirty clothes.

She always washed her clothes by herself, especially her underwear. After taking a bath every night, she would wash them and hang them in the backyard. They would be dry the next morning, and Ma Xiuzhi would help her put them in the room.

After taking two steps forward, she noticed someone not far away. She raised her head abruptly, her long eyelashes trembling with fear. After squinting her eyes to see the other person's face clearly, she breathed a sigh of relief and couldn't help but said coquettishly, "Why are you pretending to be a ghost and scaring people here in the middle of the night?"

The woman's long hair was wrapped in a white towel, revealing a fair little face. It was a cool summer day, and she only wore a white vest and black shorts today because there were not many people at home. A few drops of water rolled on her smooth and white slender neck, slid down along the delicate collarbone, and hid in the undulating and full ravines.

Her long legs were exposed, and her toes curled up in shock. After she saw that it was him, they relaxed instantly, as if to tell him that he was a synonym for security in her heart.

Her skin was as white as cream, and it glowed in the dark.

"I didn't mean to scare you."

Fan Yanxing retracted his gaze, swallowed his saliva, took a deep breath, suppressed the urge in his heart, raised the dry clothes in his hands, took two steps forward with his long legs, walked into the range illuminated by the kerosene lamp, and said in a low voice, "I guessed you were almost done washing, so I came here to wait."

Waiting? How long has this guy been waiting here?

Could he have heard her humming a little tune? Thinking of the little love song by Jay Chou that she sang just now, it seemed that it was out of tune. Although she knew that he definitely didn't know whether she sang it out of tune, her face began to heat up unconsciously, and her voice tone became higher, which was quite pretentious.

"Eavesdropping on me taking a shower, shameless!"

Fan Yanxing really didn't know what Liang Qingqing had just sung, and whether it was out of tune.

But it was not because he had never heard Jay Chou's songs, but because his mind was not on it at all!

But he really didn't hear it on purpose! Who made this backyard so quiet that every little movement could be heard clearly, not to mention that the noise she made while taking a shower was so loud that it was hard not to hear it.

After Liang Qingqing exposed the truth so casually and bluntly, Fan Yanxing almost lost his composure. He grasped the clothes with his fingers, and several sexy veins bulged on the back of his hands. His Adam's apple moved twice, and he coughed lightly to cover up his unnaturalness. Then he negotiated: "Then I'll let you eavesdrop on it?"

"Bah, who wants to eavesdrop on you taking a bath! I'm not a pervert!" Liang Qingqing just wanted to escape the embarrassing atmosphere of singing out of tune and being heard by others. She didn't notice that Fan Yanxing was wrong. She glared at him angrily and strode towards the water tank.

But these words were slapped in the face like a slap soon after.