Chapter 387: Beautiful Aunt

Central Province is located in the hinterland of China, with beautiful mountains and clear waters, and outstanding people. It is said that the old Master Qu back then committed suicide in a big river in Central Province.

Old Master Qu was worried about the country and the people, and left us a festival after his death. To this day, it has been carried forward infinitely.

Beautiful mountains and rivers naturally nurture beautiful people, such as my aunt, and every friend around me. I used to be proud of it. During my university years, there were eight people in the dormitory, and I was the only one from Central Province, others came from all directions, mostly growing up eating corn flour.

This food directly determines a person's appearance. For example, people who grew up eating corn flour, their bodies are also like flour that will ferment, big and tall. The sound of speaking is also like holding a cornmeal bun in the mouth, the tongue is bent, and it is unclear. Not as good as us people in Central Province, who grow up happily. The sound is also like the cry of a yellow warbler, melodious.

The food is refined, and the thinking is not ordinary. From the old master to Master Zeng, from the Chuan Shan theory to the Zhu Xi theory, all are brilliant and wonderful, and still influence our every move and every word to this day.

Four years of university, discussing the pros and cons of the birthplace in the dormitory every night, arguing until the face is red and the ears are red, and even starting to move hands.

When it comes to moving hands, we people in Central Province are indeed slightly inferior to those who eat flour. In terms of bones, they are also like flour fermentation, much stronger than us.

My aunt saw me moving hands with others with her own eyes.

There was a northern classmate in my dormitory who didn't know what rice was before going to university. When he arrived at school, he still talked about the golden cornmeal buns in his hometown.

I was disdainful, saying that these cornmeal buns were food for rough people.

How could a classmate let me tarnish the food he had eaten all his life? He scolded me for being a man who grew up in the Jiangnan water town, all of them were boneless things.

Once the argument started, all seven of the eight northern guys in the dormitory attacked me together.

How could I give up? I rushed up, aimed at the boy's basin-like big face, and gave a hard punch, which immediately blossomed and fell red.

Northerners, their voices are loud and their throats are thick. They thought a few harsh words could scare me. Who knew that we people in Central Province, the blood flowing in our blood vessels since ancient times, were all untamable and unruly.

This punch knocked out one of the boy's front teeth, causing the school's political department to make a big move and want to expel my student status.

Aunt came upon hearing the news, walked to the boy's side, comforted him softly, and scolded me standing on the side from time to time.

The boy was relentless, insisting that I admit my mistake and apologize. What kind of proud person am I? Even if I really wanted to kick me out of school, I wouldn't want to lower my proud head!

Aunt promised to pay for all the medical expenses, just to get the boy to speak well for me at school and keep my student status.

Although I was proud, I was still terrified about being expelled. You know, ten years of cold window, just for today's fame, if I was kicked out, life would have to be rewritten!

Although I was afraid in my heart, my mouth was surprisingly hard like a dead duck.

Aunt was earnest and sincere, her eyes flowing. Moved by affection, reasoned by reason. Finally, she got the boy's evil smile, pointing at my beautiful aunt and saying: "If you want me to spare him, it's not difficult, you must promise me one thing."

As long as I can keep my student status, let alone one thing, even if it is dozens of things, how could Aunt refuse?

"As long as you are my girlfriend, let alone spare him, even if I am expelled, I cannot expel your Chen Feng," the boy smiled sinisterly, his face full of ferocious muscles.

Aunt was stunned for a moment, then smiled like a flower, shy and coquettish, and agreed.

Such an insult, is it not better to take my life directly? A scholar can be killed but not humiliated!

It is a pity that the boy entered a higher institution, but his mind was so despicable! So I roared, raised an iron chair by my feet, and smashed it down.

Aunt watched the blood coming out of the boy's forehead, but stopped talking, looking at me in a rage coldly. A smile rippled at the corner of her mouth.

I made a second move, and it was at the risk of being kicked out of school. Anyone with thoughts could see that I was forced to a dead end.

This chair smashed down, the boy wailed, ran to the school political department, and cried heartbreakingly.

The people in the same dormitory ran out together, but they hugged the boy tightly, not letting him go to report me. Everyone worked together to drag the boy back to the dormitory, threw him in a corner, and didn't look at him for half an eye.

Later, I learned that after I smashed the chair down, everyone felt extremely happy. My beautiful aunt, how could he be a person he could covet? My bloodiness made them all convinced.

Later, everyone in the dormitory formed an alliance with me, stating that if the boy caused trouble again, everyone would come out to testify that his injury was the result of my self-defense!

Thinking of this, a smile spread across the corner of my mouth.

The door knocked a few times and opened. Aunt was tired and lazy, and handed me a glass of water.

"Ate?"

"Full," I said, sat down on the chair, looked at Aunt who was still standing, and immediately stood up, reaching out to help her sit down.

Aunt brushed my hand away and laughed: "I'm not that precious."

I said solemnly: "Must be precious. You are not one person now."

Saying that, my eyes looked at Aunt's bulging lower abdomen, which was almost level with her chest.

Looking at it, I laughed out loud.

Aunt's face sank and said: "What are you laughing at? Are you sick?"

I pointed to her lower abdomen, then pointed to her chest, and said seriously: "They are all the same height."

Aunt's face turned red, and she scolded: "You heartless thing."

She turned her body and left me a back.

I reached out and hugged her bloated body, leaned my head on her lower abdomen, closed my eyes and said: "Let me listen, what is my little brother saying?"

Aunt was teased by me, shy and flushed, wanting to break free from me, but her body was inconvenient, she struggled for a while, and had to let me hug her, no longer moving.

She stroked my hair quietly, like a pool of autumn water, without waves.

This journey was extremely exhausted.

Under Aunt's gentle stroking, I almost fell asleep.

Just as I wanted to close my eyes, Aunt reached out and patted my cheek, and said softly: "Xiao Feng, get up, I have something to ask you."

Aunt's words had not yet come out, shyness was revealed first, she hesitated for a while, and finally said: "What did you do in the car? Don't you know it's dangerous?"

Being told this by Aunt, I suddenly remembered the infinite spring light in our car along the way.

I immediately felt ashamed, let go of the hand holding Aunt, walked to the bed, threw my body into the soft quilt, and didn't make a sound.

Aunt came over, slapped my butt, and said: "Don't do this next time. It made me worry all the way."

I exposed half of my head from the quilt, smiled hypocritically, and said: "We didn't do anything? What did you see, Aunt?"

Aunt's face turned red again, and she twisted me and said: "Still stubborn, you think I'm a child."

I turned over, held Aunt's hand, looked at her palm lines seriously, and changed the subject: "Aunt, you must have a boy in your stomach."

"How do you know?" Aunt asked me in surprise.

"I can read palm lines," I deliberately made it mysterious, secretly happy for successfully changing the subject.

A woman's attention is easily diverted, as long as you come up with a topic that interests her, a woman can immediately get out of another topic. I have tried this trick many times.

"Let me hear it," Aunt was teased by me and couldn't wait.

"Heaven's secrets cannot be leaked," I said, let go of Aunt's hand, lay on my back, and looked at the flawless white ceiling.

"Say it or not?" Aunt grabbed my ear.

"I'm afraid it won't be effective if I say it," I sighed, very serious.

"It's better if it's not effective, I want a daughter," Aunt was not afraid of being scared at all. My words instead made her happy: "Say it quickly," she urged me.

I had to take her hand and rub it carefully against the light.

Aunt's hand was weak and boneless, and the whole palm was slender and white. On the back of the hand, several light green blood vessels, under the light, looked crystal clear, and it seemed that the blood flowing in the blood vessels could be seen faintly.

The nails were painted with henna, like orchids blooming.

Such hands, Xue Bing has, Huang Weiwei also has.

A woman's hand is another face of a woman.

A pair of hands can paint all the wind and moon. A pair of hands can send people to heaven, and can also send people to hell.

How many times, I was fascinated under a pair of hands like orchids, like reeds, like dreams, like fat, and also struggled painfully under a pair of invisible hands, suffering from life and death.

A pair of hands can carry a piece of history. A pair of hands can change a piece of life.

I closed my eyes slightly and sighed.

Aunt was startled by my sigh: "What are you doing?"

"Nothing."

"If you don't do anything, why do you sigh?"

"I'm thinking, Aunt, your hands are not only beautiful, but also full of spirituality," I said with a playful face.

"Nonsense," Aunt withdrew her hand, examined it carefully, and sighed for a long time: "It's just so-so."

I sat up, leaned against Aunt's back, and felt the gentle sweet fragrance on her body.

A pregnant woman is the most beautiful woman in the world.

I blew a breath behind Aunt's ear, Aunt was itchy, and laughed. Her body tilted to one side, almost half nestled into my arms.

I hugged her waist again, her waist was already unable to be easily hugged by me.

Aunt was startled, patted my hand and scolded: "Let go."

I laughed and refused, stretched out my mouth, and kissed her slightly pale face.

Aunt scolded with a smile: "You heartless thing, kissing randomly."

I looked at her seriously and said: "Oh, kissed the wrong place."

After speaking, I kissed Aunt on the lips without hesitation. After one bite, I let go of Aunt, pulled the quilt over my head.

Aunt was startled by my sudden move, and didn't come back to her senses for a long time. After a long time, she pulled my quilt and said: "Xiao Feng, get up and talk."

I had to sit up, drooping my head and waiting for Aunt to scold me.

"Don't pretend to be dead," Aunt pushed me with a smile: "Do you know about our Road and Bridge Company?"

I nodded and told her about meeting Xiao Mi at the company.

Aunt smiled slightly and said: "Little girl, she is more anxious than me."

I asked: "What is the status now?"

"Just waiting for Weiwei's mother to sign."

"Will she sign?"

"Not sure."

"Where is the problem?"

"No problem. You don't need to worry about these," Aunt comforted me: "Even if the company goes bankrupt, the money that should be our Xiao Feng's will not be less."

As soon as I heard this, my eyes became moist. What virtue and ability do I have to have such an aunt in my previous life! ===== CHAPTER 388 =====