Dude tied the wrong boyfriend

Chapter 62

It's the second barrel, not the idiot: Hahahahaha, you have short hands, but he might have had a little expectation when he revealed his password that day, but it turned out that Yu Yuan didn't understand it.

Xi: I always thought that Jiang Nanting was a cool, cold, occasional ruffian, but I didn't expect him to have a delicate mind.

It’s the second tube, not the rice bucket: It just complements the taro ball. No, I have to tell the taro ball. Otherwise, I suspect that they will not finish their work until they graduate. I, the eunuch, must rush for the emperor. .

After Yu Yuan was bombarded by Lu Tongtong's bunch of @连弹bombing, his phone almost fell to the ground. He finally raised his head buried under the quilt, glanced at QQ like a charity, and jumped up with just one glance.

Yu Yuan himself is not a Jiugongge keyboard, so he deliberately called up the Jiugongge keyboard to confirm it. As a result, he put his hips on his hips and laughed wildly before jumping to open the bedroom door, but this time he just arrived in the living room and began to hesitate again.

Tarbosaurus: What if he is not Jiugongge...

It's a second tube, not an idiot: You are so rigorous now...

Yu Yuan stared at the phone and gritted his teeth for the last time, roaring angrily,

"Fuck his uncle, he must like me!"

Yu Yuan didn't want to think about it anymore, and he immediately started to pack his things when he recognized this matter.

He chatted with Jiang Nanting before and knew which village his grandfather lived in. Since Lu Tongtong told him that Jiang Nanting was with his grandfather, he happened to go to the countryside to have a look. Anyway, he hadn't been back to the countryside for a long time, so he treated it as a tourist.

Yu Yuan took the clothes and toiletries, and finally walked out of the room with the incomplete puppet.

The taxi drove for less than an hour. The driver stopped the car at the entrance of the village and refused to drive in. Because the village was building roads and the road conditions were not good, he asked Yu Yuan to go in by himself.

Yu Yuan got out of the car foolishly, and the taxi drove away. He looked at the exhaust of the car and looked at the village entrance where there were only trees and concrete roads, or crops, and fell into thought.

Looking into the distance, he could only vaguely see houses, which meant that he still had a long way to go. Yu Yuan felt that he was an idiot for obediently listening to the driver's words.

But at this time there was no one on the side of the road, nor a car, so Yu Yuan could only walk towards the village on his legs. It has just rained in the past few days. Although today is a sunny day, the unfinished road is still somewhat muddy.

Yu Yuan was like a clumsy little swan, walking on the road on his feet. When he was discouraged, there was a "chug chug" sound behind him. Yu Yuan turned his head overjoyed, and saw a tractor driving towards him.

Yu Yuan hurriedly ran a few steps to take a ride, but when he approached, he began to doubt his eyes, and his face twisted in a daze.

It's that old man again! ! !

Uncle is not on the bus, nor is he driving a taxi, he is now driving a tractor! ! !

The old man was holding his own cigarette in his mouth and turning the steering wheel to pay attention to the potholes. He inadvertently raised his eyes and looked silent for a moment, stretched his neck and looked carefully. The old man may be presbyopic, and the expression on his face has always been very confused. .

Seeing the uncle's expression, Yu Yuan endured the embarrassment and waved his hand.

"Hey, sir, it's me again..."

The uncle wasn't too embarrassed, he looked at Yu Yuan curiously, stepped on the brakes and stopped the tractor beside Yu Yuan,

"Boy, why are you here, visiting relatives?"

"Uh, well, sir, can you give me a little bit."

The uncle puffed out his cigarette, nodded his chin to the side,

"Come up."

Yu Yuan quickly climbed onto the iron sheet above the big tire of the tractor, sat on it, and smiled gratefully at the old man sitting next to him.

The uncle waved his hand indifferently, and the tractor continued to drive towards the village.

Because of the bad road conditions, Yu Yuan was swayed from side to side while sitting on a tractor with no fixed measures. This posture wished him a social shake on the spot.

Yu Yuan grasped the iron sheet under his butt tightly with both hands.I still didn't forget to talk to the uncle, because the noise of the tractor was too loud, Yu Yuan had to shout at the top of his voice,

"Master, why don't you drive a taxi?"

"It was supposed to be driven for my uncle for a while, why don't you come back to work during the busy farming season?"

Yu Yuan thought that he didn't know where Jiang Nanting's grandfather's house was, so he asked again.

"Oh, lord~ Lord~ you, hey, do you know~ where is Jiang Nan~ Ting's house~?"

The tractor just passed a section of muddy road and gravel road. Yu Yuan's whole sentence was shattered. The uncle looked a little puzzled and answered him loudly,

"Ha Ting, I've never heard of it."

"Jiang Nanting, hey~then you~there are~no one with the surname Jiang in your village."

"No, our village is not very big, and there is no one surnamed Jiang. Do your relatives live here?"

Yu Yuan's heart tightened, and he hurriedly asked,

"Master, isn't this Red Star Village—ah."

Yu Yuan's voice hadn't landed yet, so his uncle might have focused on answering the question, didn't pay attention to the road conditions, and suddenly drove into a not-so-small pit.

Yu Yuan was worried that his subordinates would relax too. If he didn't grab the iron sheet, he would be thrown away by the inertia. He subconsciously stretched his hands to the side, trying to use his strength to stabilize his body, but when he was pleasantly surprised, he grabbed the uncle's waist When the cuffs of the sleeves thought they had escaped, they only heard a "cross wipe".

Yu Yuan rolled in the mud next to the tractor, spat out the muddy water in his mouth with a "peh pei", and before he could wipe his face, he saw a large piece of cloth in his hand.

Yu Yuan stood there as petrified, and looked up at the driver's seat of the tractor without daring to show his anger.

There was only half of the uncle's gorgeous short-sleeves in earth gray, and the cool wind blew in, and the remaining half of the clothes fluttered charmingly like a curtain in the wind.

"..."

"..."

Yu Yuan wanted to cry but couldn't cry, thinking what was going on, whether he beat this old man or this old man beat him, he apologized like a clay figurine, halfway through he was so ashamed that he almost bit his tongue and killed himself.

"Da Da, Lord, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it!"

The uncle was no longer sluggish, and clumsily pulled the only pitiful cloth left on his body to try to cover a little more of his exposed skin. He sighed faintly, and looked at Yu Yuan with a vicissitudes of life and death, and finally hesitated open mouth,

"This is Hongxing Village, prosperous Xing."

Yu Yuan didn't care about being ashamed anymore, he stood up quickly, scratched his muddy hair, looking at a loss,

"Ah? Then I went to the wrong place. I'm going to Hongxing Village, the star of the stars."

Yu Yuan was bored, thinking that the driver must have misheard, he stood there at a loss and rubbed his left foot with his right foot.

The uncle saw how pitiful he was, like a drowned rat who fell into the muddy water, he sighed again and said,

"You come up first, Hongxing Village is not far next door, you go to my house to wash up first."

"Ah, ah, good, thank you, sir!"

Yu Yuan scrambled and got on the tractor again, and looked at the old man embarrassedly, and the old man was also looking at him, and said meaningfully,

"Catch it this time, there is no place for you to talk about it."

Yu Yuan touched his nose shyly, and said "OK" obediently.

……

Jiang Nanting picked a few plums and soaked them in a basin of cold water. After a while, the plums would be tinged with coolness. Taking a bite on a summer afternoon, it was sweet and refreshing.

Jiang Xingguo carried a teacup transformed from a tin bottle, walked out of the workshop and saw Jiang Nanting coming in again, he frowned disapprovingly,

"I've been inside for a whole morning. I asked you to pick a plum. Why do you want to go inside again and rest for a while?"

"My part is almost done, I'll finish it first."

Jiang Nanting has been doing woodcarving with Jiang Xingguo since the summer vacation, and now he has nothing but woodcarving eyes, Jiang Xingguo smacked his lips,

"No matter how much you do this kind of stuff, it won't help."

Jiang Nanting's eyes trembled, and he stood there silently as if he had become a lifeless and exquisite wood carving.

Jiang Xingguo took a sip of tea, brewed it for a while, and continued,

"Your mother still asked me to persuade you. I still missed you as a big boy. The boss is not young anymore. I can digest and solve anything by myself after a few days of boredom. But you are lucky. If it gets worse, you will return."

Jiang Nanting's expression became stubborn,

"I'm fine, grandpa, don't listen to my mother and worry about it."

Jiang Xingguo slapped the teacup on the table, his expression even more dissatisfied,

"Hmph, you think you're good at pretending. You were born to your mother. You may not even have your mother to understand you. You made that little thing. You took it out and brought it back again and again. In the end, you just left your head to fiddle with it." There, why, I can’t send it out. It’s not your grandfather, I’m talking about you. Although your father is a bastard, but your mother was vigorous and resolute at the beginning. She chased whoever she liked, without ambiguity at all. You are not as good as your mother. Grinding and chirping, looking forward and backward, what does it look like."

There were waves in Jiang Nanting's eyes, he sighed, his tone was very tired,

"But, grandpa, this matter is not as simple as you think."

"Oh, that's why you are timid, afraid, and timid. A lot of things you think are easy are easy. If you think it's difficult, it's not the things that stump you. You stumble yourself first, grandpa." Just ask you, do you like him or not?"

Jiang Nanting did not hesitate, he sincerely seemed to be making the most solemn promise,

"Yes, I like him."

Jiang Xingguo's face softened and he was no longer so strict. He nodded and said softly,

"Then have you ever thought that if he likes you too, won't he be sad when faced with your dishonesty and your retreat? Don't you just wait indifferently for him to overcome all difficulties and come to you, and don't feel bad at all?"

Jiang Nanting's eyes widened, his expression was a little flustered, he couldn't hold on to the door frame and bowed his head in deep thought, Jiang Xingguo shook his head,

"Think about it for yourself. I will go to the next village to order some small ornaments for others. I remember when I was chasing after your grandma, she was still hesitant, so I made all the furniture for the wedding. You Grandma’s dressing table is all made, and I can’t send it out all at once, so I invite your grandma to come and see it at home. If she likes it, I’ll propose to her. If she doesn’t like it, I’ll do it until she likes it. You little thing the size of a palm , but I can't send it out, I feel bad looking at it."

Jiang Xingguo laughed angrily at his grandson, pushed his little three-wheeled car out of the yard, and drove away slowly.