The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl Chapter 142: 小quer

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Zhong Mingwei was sitting on the stove making a fire, with jujube tea burning in the pot. In the past few days, he had been making **** and brown sugar tea for A Chou. In the past two days, he started making jujube tea for him. The house was full of people. Everything is filled with the sweet fragrance of jujube.

"The peach leaves are pointed on top, and the willow leaves are covering the sky. Grandpa Ming, who is in his position, listen carefully to what I say, this matter happened in the Jingxi Indigo Factory, the Indigo Factory There was a Song Laosan in the Firearms Camp. Speaking of Song Laosan, the couple sold cigarettes. They had no children in their lives, but they gave birth to a daughter, Chanjuan..."

Zhong Mingwei listened to Ah Chou humming and tapping the fire stick on the ground in time.

He has never heard such a ditty before. It is popular, straightforward, and elegant. It cannot be as elegant and graceful as Kun Opera. However, Zhong Mingwei finds the ditty sung by A Chou particularly beautiful. Every word sounds like it. The sound was deep in his ears. He used to be carefree and carefree, but now he was looking forward to A Chou humming in his ears more often.

The pot was boiling, Zhong Mingwei opened the lid, and the heat suddenly hit his face. The thick jujube aroma rushed straight to his face. His whole body was filled with the sweet jujube aroma. He sighed deeply while He took a breath, then poured half a bowl of brown sugar into the pot, put the lid on the pot, and simmered it over low heat.

"Hey, little girl, I am sixteen years older, so I got a baby name. The name of the lotus flower is Da Lian. The girl is called Da Lian. She is handsome and has a good face. She is like a flower that no one picks, or a pipa that has its string broken and no one plays it. Slave. It's like Diao Chan missing Lu Bu, or like Yu Tangchun missing Zhang San in prison. The sun goes down and the autumn insects make a noise. Sixth brother, who is thinking about me day and night, has come to my door..."

A Chou was still singing, with the needle and thread in his hand moving flexibly, embroidering a lotus on the festive red silk stitch by stitch.

"Stop embroidering and drink the tea first," Zhong Mingwei said, opening the lid of the pot, filling a large bowl of jujube tea, and placing it on the stove, while urging A Chou, " Drink it while it's hot."

"Hey!" A Chou agreed crisply, put down the needle and thread in his hand, climbed to the edge of the kang, sat cross-legged, holding the bowl of hot jujube tea in both hands, blowing the hot air, Drink in small sips.

"Why don't you drink it?" A Chou slowly drank a large bowl of jujube tea and was sweating all over. While taking a handkerchief to wipe the sweat, he asked Zhong Mingwei, "It's sweet and special. Delicious."

"I am a man, so why should I drink jujube tea?" Zhong Mingwei said as he filled a bowl for A Chou and handed it over, "Drink some more."

“I can’t drink anymore, my belly is bulging,” A Chou muttered, lowering his head and patting his flat belly, “Look, I can hardly sit down, I’m full of soup and water. It's water, and it sloshes when you move it."

Zhong Mingwei’s eyes followed her hands and landed on her flat belly, and asked in a low voice: "Does your stomach still hurt today?"

Achou immediately became silent. He gently slid his thin hand on his belly a few times, and then hummed in a low voice: "...it still hurts a little."

In fact, it no longer hurts, but if she said it didn’t hurt anymore, Zhong Mingwei would definitely stop rubbing her belly. A Chou thought in his mind, thinking that Zhong Mingwei had been rubbing her belly so gently these past few days. She I really like her so much that I just want to wait a few more days.

"It still hurts?" Zhong Mingwei obviously didn't understand A Chou's twists and turns, and immediately frowned, and said in a deep voice, "Why is it not bad after so many days of pain? I have to go see the doctor, especially Sick."

"No, no, no, it's not that serious, it just hurts a little bit," A Chou waved his hands in a hurry and said, "It's really not serious at all, maybe it will be fine in a few days."

"No, you've been in pain for so many days," Zhong Mingwei was obviously more anxious. He looked outside the door, then at A Chou, pursed his lips, and finally spoke, "Girl, can you go down the mountain to see the doctor by yourself? Can you hold on?"