Space Spirit Spring: Farmhouse Qiao Jun’s Wife

Su Haitang sincerely asked for advice, and Bai Longyin was like meeting a close friend, talking endlessly about the proud things in his life, well, it was about learning experience and philosophy of life.

Su Haitang really felt that the old man's every word was accurate, and if he heard the sound of Lun and stopped midway, he would find a notebook to take notes.

This move was just what he wanted, and the old man was so happy that he directly took the studious and discerning junior to the study.

Bai Jing held a grape in his mouth for a long time before closing his mouth and biting it down. The sweet grape juice splashed in his mouth.

"Is this still my grandfather? Is that his granddaughter? Look at that smiling face, like a blooming chrysanthemum. He never has a good look towards me. He either yells or slaps the table. He values ​​girls over boys. .”

Mrs. Yu picked a big plump grape and stuffed it into her grandson's mouth, wiped her hands and stood up.

"What are you mumbling about? You don't know your grandfather's temper. He pretends to be deep and humble even though he is a good teacher. He has been holding it in for his entire life and it's so easy to meet someone who treats him as a god. How can he not like it?"

"Don't say sarcastic words. Who told you that you can't sit still and run away as soon as you hear your grandfather reciting sutras? You have no future and you can only follow your father's will."

Bai Jingxian also took out a handkerchief to wipe his hands and held one arm of the old lady. He knew that this cousin had already been registered in the hearts of the two giant Buddhas in his house. The old lady wanted to inspect the kitchen in person, and the lunch level also needed to be improved.

"Are you making wisecracks again? If I don't follow my dad, how can I follow the old Wang next door? My mother can't let me. Besides, my dad doesn't follow you, either?"

"All in all, there are three generations of men in our Lao Bai family. The old man has been in your hands and has been unable to change for decades. The two younger generations have all followed your roots. You are the real boss of our Bai family!"

Bai Jingxian raised his thumb in the air, turned his head and pouted disdainfully towards the study.

"That cousin has just arrived. She doesn't understand our family's situation, so she hugged her with the wrong thigh! Humph, I didn't tell her! She wants to take my position at the head of the family, no way!"

Old Mrs. Yu was so amused by her grandson that she tapped his forehead with one finger.

"What are you talking about? That's your sister, she doesn't act like a brother. You are my grandson, and I love you the most without having to fight for her."

Bai Jing came forward with a wink and asked his grandma to order conveniently, but he still pretended to rub his forehead, sucked his teeth and sucked in air.

"Hey, grandma, your hands are not weak at all! Do you practice riding horses and guns every day? No wonder my grandpa can never stand up in his life."

"Bai Wuyi is a scholar, but he is so brave that he dares to marry even a tigress with strong martial arts skills. Ouch."

Bai Jing was pinched by his grandma first, and he cried out in pain as if his butt was on fire.

"It hurts, it hurts. Grandma, please let go. I'm speechless. It's a tiger mother, not a tigress. Oops, I said it wrong again. Heroine, spare your life!"

The grandfather and grandson went to the kitchen noisily, and faint laughter could be heard.

Bai Longyin, who was talking loudly in the study room, stopped and listened, with a gentle smile in his eyes.

Su Haitang caught this look and felt warm in her heart.

If you want to find the person you love and stay together till the end of your life, this is happiness, right?

"Have you read "The White Head Yin"?"

Bai Longyin raised his eyebrows and asked.

Su Haitang was shocked to realize that she had actually spoken out what was on her mind just now while she was in a daze.

She smiled horribly, then wanted to shake her head in denial. Her neck stiffened, and something seemed to have been triggered in her mind. A complete ancient poem was suspended quietly, and someone was performing the joys and sorrows below.

That bold, unrestrained and talented woman went to her lover at night. When she was selling wine and her husband fell in love with her, she did not complain or suffer. She wrote a poem "Baitou Yin" to express her sincerity, and finally won her husband's heart and stayed together for the rest of her life. .

Zhuo Wenjun is a strange woman of her generation.

But how did the beauty get into her mind?

Has her golden finger been upgraded?