MTL - On How Abusive Essays Become Sweet Essays-Chapter 31 folding fan

Zhang Zuidong raised his head from the field, his hands and feet were muddy, and seeing You Xuzhi who came back in a different outfit, he also took it lightly, "Young Master You, why are you here?"

"I'll send you a watermelon." You Xuzhi pointed to the place where the basket was, "How?

"No need." Zhang Zuidong said, he didn't waste time chatting with You Xuzhi.

No one accompanies You Xuzhi to talk, and he can talk for a long time by himself. He swings his folding fan and eats melons, spit seeds into the fields, and deliberately vomited around Zhang Zuidong.

"Brother Zhang, I see that you are strong and strong, how about being on duty at my escort?" You Xuzhi said with a smile, "I will never treat you badly."

He knew that Zhang Zuidong would not agree, so this was just a casual remark, Zhang Zuidong really refused, and his voice was short and powerful: "No need."

Others can't get in touch with others, but he abandons it like a clog. From a certain point of view, Zhang Zuidong is a tough and assertive man, who will not be blinded by the temptation of interests.

You Xuzhi chatted with him for a while, the sun was too hot, he took a basket and went under the tree to enjoy the shade. He remembered that in the book, Pu Pingle would often bring meals to Zhang Zuidong, I don't know if he will come today. He inquired with the man who was planting rice in the field next door. Zhang Zuidong had already gone back to eat. If Pu Pingle really came, would he eat that meal or not?

In the end, You Xuzhi was still a little unhappy. Pu Pingle didn't like him, so it would be fine to just tell him. Although he was a bit rambunctious sometimes, he didn't like to be forced. What is important is a love affair, but this little beauty kept his things, and later fell in love with the hunter, he was very unhappy.

I don't know if the words are true or not, then he will see for himself.

You Xuzhi was behind the tree, Pu Pingle didn't pay attention when he came, and only saw the man planting rice in the field.

Under the tree, You Xuzhi carried a basket of watermelons and walked slowly from the other side of the ridge.

Pu Pingle wrapped two patties with oiled paper. The patties were stuffed with scallion oil and meat. Most people don’t eat much meat. people envy.

"Brother Zhang, I brought you two cakes, eat them."

"No." Zhang Zuidong straightened up, "I've eaten it."

"I brought it for you on a special trip, although it's not a good thing...How about I put this for you, eat it when you want."

Zhang Zuidong treats everyone equally and doesn't want to owe any favor. Pu Pingle insists on sending it. The two push back and forth. After Pu Pingle finished saying a word, Zhang Zuidong looked at the person behind him and said nothing. speak.

"Brother Zhang?" Pu Pingle didn't listen to him again, thinking that he should answer, and just when he was about to smile, he heard a devilish whisper.

"Pingle, what are you doing here?"

Pupingle froze.

Zhang Zuidong in the field ignored them and continued to bend over to plant rice. Pu Pingle turned to face You Xuzhi, who was smiling and smiling. The graceful demeanor of a gentleman.

Pu Pingle responded very quickly, saying that he was just a little guilty because he involved Zhang Zuidong among them yesterday, so he came to send something.

"Is it hot?" You Xuzhi did not pursue it.

Pu Pingle's tense nerves loosened: "It's very hot, Young Master You, why are you here?"

You Xuzhi smiled and didn't say anything, put the basket in front of him and said, "Come, eat some watermelon to relieve the heat, it's sweet."

"No need, no need." Pu Pinle waved his hand politely.

"What? Don't like it?"

"No." Pu Pingle's facial features were feminine, his eyes drooped, and his tenderness was like water, "Young Master You can eat it, I didn't do much work, why would I be embarrassed to eat it."

"Alright then." You Xuzhi withdrew his hand.

Pu Pingle's rosy complexion stiffened, but quickly adjusted.

The two chatted for a while, You Xuzhi said about the jade ornament again, he said: "That set of jade does not match you, I thought about it, it is not suitable for you to give it, you still pay give it to me."

Pu Pingle's side-talking failed to make him change his words, so he had to respond in frustration, some unable to maintain the surface warmth, and smiled reluctantly.

You Xuzhi turned his head and asked, "What do you think of Zhang Orion?"

Pu Pingle's mind turned. Yesterday, You Xuzhi obviously stopped talking about returning the jade ornaments, and believed his words. It's hard to see him today and give food to Brother Zhang. , and then mention it again, are you jealous?

"Brother Zhang is a good man." He said in a specious tone.

With the juice in his hand, he looked at the people in the field with interest.

In the afternoon of the same day, he and Pu Pingle went to his house to get jade ornaments, Pu Pingle also rummaged through the box and searched for a while before finding it, with a reluctant expression on his face, he traveled the capital of Xuxu. When not seen.

When Pu Pingle said he lacked a good-looking set of jade, he made a special trip to find a set, which was very valuable. His grandfather knew that he had spent so much time for a man and almost beat him residual.

The jade decorations are in the sandalwood box, all of them are in good condition, the jade is of high quality, the carving is fine, and the thoughts are everywhere. You Xuzhi took the sandalwood box and returned to Zhang Zuidong's residence, planning to The jade ornament was resold.

Things that have been given away to others, he will not give them away again. It is awkward to keep them in Pu Pingle's heart, and it is even more annoying to keep them.

It was getting late, Zhang Zuidong came back from the field, the eldest young master sat on the sun lounger in the courtyard and fed the chickens with watermelon rinds, he watched Zhang Zuidong enter the door and said, "Have you eaten the watermelon in the kitchen? , I'm afraid I'll get bored if I leave it overnight."

"No..."

He started talking, and You Xuzhi already knew what he was going to say.

"It's a pity that it's broken. I can't eat it today. If you really don't want to eat it, then feed it."

Zhang Zuidong: "…"

“How much?” he asked.

"I don't know, I just took it from home."

Zhang Zuidong had a picture in his mind for no reason. The precious young master was holding a watermelon and swaying on the road, with a white cloth wrapped around his forehead. Looking arrogant, he was actually quite naive.

He pursed his lips and said no more politely: "Thank you."

This young master is a little different from the rumors.

Later, when You Xuzhi entered the room to sleep, he saw a familiar folding fan on the table, he opened it, and there was a familiar landscape painting on it, which was the one he lost yesterday .

—Not yet when I wake up in the morning.

You Xuzhi is very satisfied.

Tsk.