w"I remember, we saw it in the restaurant last time." Song Wen said while patting his forehead.

The woman smiled slightly, confirming his words, and asked, "How did your blind date end up?"

In fact, when she came over, she had already recognized Song Wen. Few women would have no impression of a man who mistakenly thought of her blind date. And she was such a fool, which impressed her particularly deeply.

Song Wen smacked his lips. When he remembered that blind date, he had the urge to hit the tofu. He had never been so embarrassing, and he was in front of a beautiful woman.

He smiled hard and said, "It's flying."

"oh."

The woman nodded and glanced at him, thinking that it would be strange if she didn't fly. When she came to someone else's blind date, no girl was willing to see it, but she still comforted her: "It doesn't matter, there are better people waiting for you later. Do you want me to introduce one to you?"

It would be better to introduce yourself to me. Song Wen glanced at the woman and thought. Of course, he didn't dare to say this. The two met for the second time. Saying this was a suspect of teasing. To be serious, it was sexual harassment.

"No, I have a girlfriend. To introduce myself, my name is Song Wen, I don't know the name of a beautiful woman?" Song Wen said.

The woman giggled after hearing this, "My name is Huang Xi, I am a forty-year-old woman. What kind of beauty is it?"

When Song Wen heard this, he protruded. The woman in front of him had tender skin, graceful and elegant, and looked like a young girl of twenty-four or five years old. Otherwise, she would not have regarded her as a blind date. How could she be a middle-aged aunt in her forty years old?

"No?" Song Wen murmured with his mouth wide, shook his head and said, "I don't believe that the middle-aged aunt in her forty years is not as beautiful as you, with her skin as tender as eighteen."

After hearing Song Wen's words, Huang Xi giggled.

Suddenly, Song Wen remembered something and asked, "Why are you here?"

"Today is a gathering for our Zhongxiangju, don't you know?"

"Are you a netizen from Zhongxiangju?"

"Of course. I am Lin Yinmiaozhe, I know!"

Song Wen didn't know what to say. He thought Zhongxiangju's website was full of old men and women. He didn't expect there were such beautiful women, which was incredible.

Suddenly, a cow moo came from beside him, and the calf came over at some point. He leaned his head over and looked at the two of them curiously, as if he wanted to see what they were talking about.

Frightened by the calves who suddenly leaned over, Huang Xi took a few steps back, stood unsteadily, and was about to fall back. Song Wen hurriedly helped him, and then slapped the calves' head without hesitation.

The calf mooed in a grievance.

Huang Xi was supported by Song Wen. She rarely had such close contact with a man. A strange feeling flashed in her heart, but it disappeared in an instant. When she saw Song Wen beat the calf, she asked, "What are you doing?"

"This guy is always elusive and scary. How can I not teach it a lesson?" Song Wen said.

"What did she do for a lesson? I think it's pretty cute."

As he said that, Huang Xi reached out and touched the calf that was beaten by Song Wen.

The calf felt her kindness and stuck out her tongue to lick her, just in the position of her chest.

Song Wen's eyes suddenly became louder. Huang Xi didn't expect Xiao Niu to be like this. She was so embarrassed that her cheeks were pink, and she hugged her chest and walked away.

You banana guava, this little slutty cow, have this trick again. Last time I wanted to lick Xiaojun, he pressed him back, and now I come to lick her again. Damn, are you still wanting to drink grandma when you grow up so old?

Song Wen grabbed the calf's head angrily and shook it hard to punish it. Not only because it licked Huang Xi's grandmother, but also because it did what he wanted to do but dared not do.

The calf was so dizzy that he was shook, mooing and mooing. The black and white camel beside him heard it and wanted to come over to help him. When he saw that it was Song Wen, he retreated again, and they couldn't mess with him.

Huang Xi replied from shame, and saw Song Wen shaking the calf's head, slapped his hand, and asked, "What are you doing?"

"This guy is doing something random, I'll punish it." Song Wenli said with confidence.

"What are you punishing?" Huang Xi asked curiously.

"How can I not punish you if this little buffalo is used to do this?" As she said that, Song Wen stuck out his tongue and licked her pose.

Huang Xi saw Song Wen's actions and scolded in shame: "How come your head is so dirty? It's a cow. What are you calculating about?"

How could I not care about it? This guy took advantage of it. Song Wenxin said, but seeing that the victim didn't care about it, what else could he say? It was just a waste of this little cow. You banana guava, it must taste good when you lick it? Thinking of it, she glared at Xiaoquan with anger. The calf looked at it and mooed aggrievedly.

A tourist bus turned out on the mountain road, and a group of people got out of the bus. They were the people who visited Songjiabao, among which Song Wen’s Bogong was inside.

Song Wen glanced far away and found that there were about twenty people coming, not all old men and women, and there were also some young men and women, but the youngest one should not be younger than thirty years younger. It seems that the so-called Zhongxiangju website is not all elderly.

When Huang Xi saw them coming, she walked over. After walking for a few steps, she saw Song Wen still standing still, and asked, "Why are you still there?"

Song Wen was surprised. Where is his family not here?

Huang Xi seemed to understand what he meant, so he said, "Your uncle and the others are here, don't you go and greet him."

Song Wen was even more surprised. He came here as soon as he came. What should he do to welcome him?

Huang Xi looked at it and shook her head and smiled. She had never seen such a stupid person before, and she didn't even know the minimum etiquette. I remembered that he didn't say a few words in the restaurant that day, and didn't even introduce himself. No wonder the blind date was not successful. It was strange that he said he had a girlfriend, and he didn't know which girl was so unlucky and liked such a fool.

Seeing that he didn't go and ignored him, Huang Xi went up to him. After she passed, some women who got out of the car surrounded him and spoke the women's whispers.

Song Wen drove the little buffaloes to other places so as not to disturb their gathering.

Song Quan and his group walked and spoke, and came to the front of the courtyard. Song Quan pointed to Song Wen and said to the netizens who came with Zhongxiangju, "This is my nephew Song Wen. This is his home's place. He provides the venue for our party."

"This boy is good."

"Yeah, she looks quite quiet."

"Is there a partner? I'll introduce you to one."

"I said I have a girlfriend."

A group of people spoke to Song Wen. He didn't know how to answer, so he had to nod at them with a shameless face.

Although he has been away for many years, he is a bit introverted. His silent personality rarely communicates with others, so he doesn't know how to deal with others.

"Awen, go and get a few kilograms of your fried Xianer tea for everyone to try. Let everyone see it." Song Quan said to Song Wen.

"ah"

Song Wen said in surprise, "Mr. Bo Gong thought the Xian'er tea he fried was a roadside cabbage. Do you want as much as possible?"

"What, don't be stingy, Bala, no matter how we are, we are also guests, you should do your best to be a landlord! Why don't you go and prepare?" Seeing Bogong say this, Song Wen had no choice but to go into the house and take out Xian'er tea to make.

"This guy, he has something good, but he is hiding it. He is so stingy." Song Quan pointed to Song Wen's departure back and said, "Last time, Bugu and I came here. He wanted to buy some tea from him, but he said he would not sell it, but he said he could give it to us. We thought, it would be okay to give it to us, but who knew that when we left, this guy only gave us one or two tea leaves. It was not enough for two. Do you think this guy would button the door?"

Song Quan said angrily, and the people next to him laughed when they heard this.

Song Wen went inside to take out the tea leaves, and the group sat down on the dining table.

So many people couldn't make tea with tea cups. Fortunately, they brought a large glass bottle for juice, so they took one to soak. Anyway, put more tea leaves and tasted the same. When Song Wen saw the girl next to him holding mineral water and wanted to make tea, he quickly stopped him and went inside to get the mountain spring with Ruyi Fan Spring water and soaked it. Otherwise, can the tea run out of mineral water be drunk?

After a while, the water boiled. Many netizens from Zhongxiangju saw Xian'er tea brewed in water and whirled and flew in a glass bottle like a fairy. When they were drunk, they felt that the tea was fragrant, warm, sweet and fragrant, and had endless aftertaste, and couldn't help but praise it.

"good."

“This tea is good.”

"It seems not tea?"

"It's made of fried tender bamboo buds."

"Awen, will you give us some to bring back later!"

Everyone was talking nonsense, and Song Wen just smiled and nodded at them. When he heard them say he would give them a little, he smiled a little unnaturally. After all, he didn't have much Xian'er tea, but in the end he still said with pain: "Yes, I'll give you some when I leave."

"It won't be just one or two, right?" Huang Xi said jokingly from the side.

When Song Wen heard this, he smiled embarrassedly. He was indeed thinking so in his heart.

When everyone saw Song Wen's face was tender, they no longer teased him. After drinking tea for a while, they went to play with each other in groups. Some of them wandered in the mountains, some went to the stage to play musical instruments, some talked about the past and the present at the lake, some took the fishing rods they brought to the lake to fish, and some spread out drawing paper under the trees to prepare to draw.

When Song Wen saw someone going fishing, he felt itchy. He hadn't been fishing for a while, so he went inside to take out the fishing rod made of his selves with a steel wire rope, dug some big earthworms and came to the fishing platform by the lake to prepare for fishing.

There were two old men in their fifties fishing on the platform by the lake. When they saw Song Wen coming to fish with a vulgar fishing rod, they couldn't help but say, "Awen! Fishing is a knowledge. First, fishing gear must be good; second, fishing materials must be good; third, the environment must be good; fourth, the mood must be good; fifth, luck must be good. Among them, the most important thing is fishing gear and fish material. Look at my fishing gear. The fish rod is made of titanium alloy and the fish line is imported from Russia. I heard that it is the same as the one Putin used to fish in the past. This fish hook is alloy and the fish label is also imported. Look at my fishing material, which is made of more than a dozen ingredients. It is extremely delicious. It is loved by fish, and it is specialized in fishing. Look at your fishing rod and hook, how to fish?"

According to the old man, he was asked to go back and take a shower and sleep, and not waste his youth here.

Song Wen browed and thought to himself that this old man was really unaware of it. He didn't know where he was when he was fishing big fish. He said, "Uncle, don't underestimate my fishing rod. I have already caught several big grass carp weighing dozens of kilograms here, and also caught a big earth kill of more than 200 kilograms. He specializes in fishing big fish."

"You can't brag to death, you can do whatever you want." The old man rolled his eyes and said, no longer caring about Song Wen, and caught fish by himself.

Although Song Wen bragged, it was a fact that he caught a big grass carp. When he saw that the old man didn't believe it, he ignored it. He put on the big earthworms dug on the fish hook, and then inserted the fishing rod on the shore and started fishing.

After fishing for a while, I felt bored and wanted to go for a walk. I felt that it was not safe to insert the fishing rod into the soil on the shore, so I found a rope to tie it to the fishing rod, and tied the other end to the stone railing next to it to prevent the fishing rod from being dragged away by the fish. Then I clapped my hands and stood up.

The old man fishing next to him saw him tied the rope to the stone railing and fishing rod, and didn't know what he was going to do, so he asked curiously: "What are you doing?"

"Prevent the fishing rod from being dragged down by the fish." Song Wen said.

The old man grew up and felt that Song Wen was simply a weirdo. After glanced at him carefully, he ignored him and turned around and continued to catch fish.

Song Wen looked left and right, and found Huang Xi painting under the tree, so he walked over.

When he came to the side, he found two old men watching her. He leaned over and looked up. He saw an ancient beauty painted on the paper. Behind him was a rockery bamboo, with a full moon on it, and a banana with banana buds beside him. The woman in the painting frowned, sat on the stone chair in the yard, gently twisted her pretty chin, looked down at the endgame on the table, and a girl's lonely feeling leaped on the paper.

After a long time, Huang Xi finished painting. He mentioned a poem next to him: "The moon is like a hook, and the lonely sycamore tree is locked in the deep courtyard of the slums. It cannot be cut and it is still messy. It is the sorrow of parting, and it has a unique feeling in my heart."

This poem was written by Li Yu, the late emperor of the Southern Tang Dynasty. There should be a sentence before it, "Going to the West Tower alone without words", but she did not write it out, which can better highlight the meaning of the painting at this moment. It looks really good, the painting is beautiful, and the people are more beautiful.

For a moment, Song Wen was a little stunned. It was not because of the painting, but because he accidentally saw the white pink color on Huang Xi’s chest when he lowered his head.

He didn't believe that she was forty years old when he was beaten to death. How could a woman in her forty have such a straight breast, so full and so tender.

Song Wen was dazed and suddenly heard someone beside him shouting, "Salute is flowing out." He woke up immediately and quickly reached out to wipe off the saliva from the corner of his mouth. Who knew that he had been fooled. He couldn't help but look up angrily. But he found that Huang Xi stared at him with his eyes, and the two old men were even joking and teasing. Welcome to your support, which is my greatest motivation.m
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