MTL - You Can’t Be Fierce Towards Me!-Chapter 1

Spring thunder, everything is long.

After the horror, the weather was warmer than the day, and the Sifang Town, which was quiet for a winter, became more and more lively. The hawker’s screams on the East Street crossed the two streets and passed to the ears of Wen’s ears, making him feel awkward. .

He raised his hand to block the sun from the top of his head. The sun was not strong in the spring, but his eyes were sore. A crisp young boy in the distance pulled him into this awkward reality.

"The son! The son! Madame looking for you!"

The teenager dressed in a festive red dress ran from a distance, and the white fat rounded like a white scorpion wrapped in red cloth.

The white scorpion wiped the sweat from his forehead and gasped in front of Weng. "The son, the lady called you to hurry up!"

Tomorrow is the auspicious day when Miss Da is married. The son of Miss is the younger brother of Missy. I have to send Missy to the husband’s house personally. The process of sending the pro has been told several times, but the lady is not at ease, let him call the son in the past and then Again.

Yes, tomorrow is the day my sister is married.

Wen Yan’s thoughts, the line of sight slowly sweeping through the red satin of the courtyard, and the memory is like a flood.

He still remembers that he buried his sister at the foot of Nanming Mountain.

He became all that he could do, but he couldn’t afford even the cheapest coffin. Only the remaining money could only afford a straw mat. He used that straw mat to wrap his sister’s stiff, gray body. Live, no Taoist priests, no loved ones mourning, only he was alone, taking care of his mother's tomb, spent a long time, only dug a pit, buried the mat with the body.

Two simple tombs were buried in one place, burying his two most loved and loved ones, but he could not even make a stone monument.

Dufu didn't know what he was doing, and grabbed his clothes and swayed. "The son? Don't worry about going to the lady."

Wen Yan broke free from his heavy memory. He blinked his eyes slowly and asked: "Which is Fu, what year is it?"

"Ping Chu three years, the first month of the 18th!" Du Fu did not hesitate to answer: "You have asked three times."

"Is it?" Wen Yan looked at him and walked to the backyard. Every step was like stepping on the clouds, fluttering and falling.

Pingchu three years...

This year he was only sixteen, and tomorrow is the day when his sister-in-law heard of the book.

"In my life, the last thing I regret is to marry him!" The cries in his head screamed and screamed, and he listened to his footsteps. The Fufu around him helped him in time, and asked him nervously.

Wen Yan shook his head and looked around. The red eyes of Zhang Yang were hurting. "Nothing, let's go."

Wen Shuyue’s husband’s family is the Jiaojia of Lehe Town next door, and the Jiaojia poetry book family is the famous scholar of Nanming County. The husband’s face is handsome and full of talent, but eighteen I was admitted to the show when I was old.

You know, there are not a few 18-year-old scholars in Lehe Town and even Nanming County.

If Wen Jiazu had some origins with Jiao Jiazu, the two would not set up a relationship as soon as possible. Wen Jia’s two family members were quite equal, and they were Lang Cai’s appearance. It was a good marriage for everyone.

Wen Shuyue sat quietly in front of the dressing table, and the twisted-faced woman licked the slender white cotton thread to give her a noodle. I was sure to look at this familiar but still tender face, and my nose was almost sour. Can't stop falling in tears.

Pingchu three years of the first month of the 19th, Wenshuyue married, and the ten-mile red makeup stretched behind him shocked the entire Sifang Town. Everyone said that this is a pair of fairy monks, but the ending of this marriage is not as good as the myth.

The parents and children died, and the husband gave a book to another person. He heard the book and the wolf fled home, but he could only cry with the mother brother who was even more uncomfortable.

Wen Yu’s mother, Fu Youqin, was once a great businessman in the ancestors. Later, he retired from Sifang Town and passed on the wealth of his descendants. However, Fu’s family was only a daughter of Fu Youqin.

Fu Jia and two old people naturally loved this only daughter. Therefore, when Fu Youqin wanted to be married to Wen Boli, who was on the wall of his family, he agreed to the marriage without any obstruction.

Wen Bo Li entered the Fu family. However, the entrance did not affect the feelings of the two people, the little couple had a honey-smelling oil, and later gave birth to a pair of dragons and phoenixes, and Fu Jia Er looked at his eyes. He gave the family to the son-in-law before the end of his life, and even let The two children followed the father's surname.

This is the painstaking efforts of the two old ladies, but whoever wants to get it, looks like a gentleman of the modest gentleman, but in the back is a villain with two sides and three knives.

Behind the promise of a lifetime of one person, Wen Bo Li’s nephew was even two months older than Wen Wei.

The hand on the side of the body clenched into a fist, smelling and sucking the nose, dumbly said: "Sister is really beautiful today."

Wen Shuyue opened his eyes and looked at him. His eyebrows were gentle and gentle. "I was still looking for you, where are you going to hide?"

Wen Lili pulled out an ugly smile. "I am breathable in the yard."

“Yu Ling is back?” You Ling is the name of Wen’s milk. He is afraid that he will not grow up. Fu Youqin deliberately gave a good name for feeding.

She is holding a small wooden raft from the outside, and she is full of body. The skin is red because of the perennial pampering. The hair is black and shiny, and only a transparent jasper scorpion is inserted obliquely, but it still remains. A sense of grace is revealed.

When Wen Yan saw her for a moment, she couldn’t help but whimpered in her throat. She screamed and shouted "Mother."

Fu Youqin was shocked by him, and he hurriedly handed the wooden raft to the maid behind him, and took him to his arms and sighed and persuaded him. "Well, what are you doing, and you are training you?"

Wen Yan shook his head hard, holding her tightly in her hands, like a young girl who had lost her way for a long time, and buried in her arms and cried.

The twisted-faced woman was shocked by his earth-shattering cry, and looked at Wen Shuyue and then looked at the screaming cry, and his face was overwhelmed.

Wen Shuyue used to shoot him back, but couldn’t help but laugh. This younger brother has been crying since childhood, but he has never seen him cry like this. He couldn’t help but laugh at him. "How big?" People, I love crying as much as I was when I was young."

Wen Yan also knows that he is too disobedient, but when he looks at the loved ones who have passed away in memory for a long time, he stands in front of him, and he can't control the joy and sorrow in any case.

After crying for a while, Wen Wei was reluctant to accept the sound. He used his sleeves to dry his tears, looked up at the smiling mother and his sister, and found a reason to twist himself so that his behavior did not look so awkward. "I am ... It’s sad to think of my sister going to marry."

"You..." Fu Youqin reached out to his forehead, his eyes full of love, "When can I grow up?"

Wen Yan lowered her eyes to cover the mood of the fundus, but on the surface she pulled her sleeves with a spoiled look. "Mother, you accompany your sister, I will go out for a while."

Fu Youqin refused to let him go. "Where are you going? The process of tomorrow is clear?"

Wen Yan showed a smile, and spoiled and said: "Remember, remember, I will go out for a while and come back soon."

Fu Youqin released his helplessly. "Let Defu follow you, remember to come back earlier."

Wen Yan waved his hand and ran out of the yard.

"This child..." Fu Youqin shook his head, and some helplessly turned back to the house.

Out of the yard, the smile on his face faded. He turned back to the door of the yard and looked at the mother and daughter by the window, and the mother put the wooden raft in the hands of the sister. The two laughed. what.

He took a deep breath and the pain of the sudden rise of the temple. He didn’t know why he suddenly returned to Pingchu for three years. In fact, he was still warming up in the dilapidated wooden house where the wind was leaking. The mother and sister passed away. He had no fun, but he was not willing to die, so that the enemy could be so happy, so he lived so long, until there was a loud bang outside the house. He opened his eyes again and returned to the book fourteen years ago. The day before the month of marriage.

After another night, Wenshuyue will wear Fengguanxia and marry to Jiaojia.

Jiao Changxian took a picture of the new triumphant Wu Yangwei from the front, and screamed hard to bite the tip of the tongue. The severe pain made his eyes overflowing with tears. The painful brain was clear. He looked back at the yard and then firmed. Going out.

This time, he will never let his sister jump into the fire pit of Jiaojia.

Wen Yan first went back to change the unremarkable coarse cloth clothes, broke the neat hair bun, and casually tied it with a cloth belt behind him, and found a large cloth towel around the neck to cover the face twice. Finally, I took a dilapidated fight, and then I sneaked out of the back door.

This kind of affair will not be completed, the marriage is in the future, and it is impossible to get married. He can only think of it from elsewhere.

After passing through two quiet streets, it is the lively East Street. The East Street is a place where civilians gather. It is next to Dongfang City. There are stalls on both sides of the street. The hawkers’ screams come and go.

Wen Wei slightly shrunk his shoulders, squatting and bowing down from the middle, ordinary can not afford a trace of attention, he went straight to the end of the East Street, there is a dead corner, the town has a lot of hooligans like to gather there, no money Use it, then pull the gang to send a sway to the street, collect some money to live a while.

These cellars are a good helper for the lack of people.

The corner of the street was a little messy, and the sly man sat on the side of the road in twos and threes, and saw the smell coming over, showing a look of unwillingness.

The last generation of Wen Wei had dealt with them, knowing that these people saw the virtues of money, and he slowly pulled out five or two silver sticks from his sleeves. "Three people, twenty two silver, these are Deposit."

"What kind of work?" The tallest man came over, his eyes flashing with treacherous light, and he reached out to get the silver in his hand.

Wen Yan took back his hand and looked at him coldly. "There are two people."

Dahan snorted and waved and called two people to the front. They were all as big and strong as him. "Let's say, what do we want to do?"

"I will know when I come with me." Wen Yan deliberately lowered his voice, making himself look more mysterious and deep, and quickly led three people to go outside the town.

There is a Qitianling between Sifang Town and Lehe Town. There are only two roads to go through, one road is the official road, and the road is flat and good. The other is a trail. It is going to go from the west foot of the bandits. Few people dare to go.

Wen Hao took them away today, but it was the third road.

There is a Shihu River in the middle of Qitianling. The Wuhu River is connected to Lehe Town and Sifang Town. Except for the occasional fishermen, almost no one will pass.

Wen Wei knows exactly that there is an old fisherman living by the river in Sifang Town.

When the mother was seriously ill, the old fisherman took the boat and sent him to Lehe Town for medical treatment. Wen Yan followed the route in memory and found the fishing boat on the shore.

Not far from the shore, there is a shabby thatched cottage.

Wen Yan let the three great men stay, and they knocked on the door to negotiate with the old fishermen.

After the negotiations, the old fishermen sent them to the town of Lehe. Even if I walked the waterway, it took an hour to get there. The sky was already dark, and I could see the red lanterns lit up on the river bank.

The fishing boat stopped at the rudimentary pier. Nanming County was located in the southeast, away from the capital city of Qingyang. There were fewer contacts with other places, and there was no decent dock.

Paying the money, telling the old fishermen to wait for them at the dock, Wen Yan took the three strong men to go in the direction of Jiaojia.

Jiaojia said that it is a scholarly door, but the family is not rich, the house is screaming at the noisy square market, across the street is the flower street Liu Lane.

Tomorrow is the wedding period. The door of Jiaojia is hung with red lanterns. Even the stone lions are covered with red satin. They smiled ironically and pointed to Jiaojia. They said to the three people behind them: "You help me to focus on the young master. Grab it out, twenty-two silver is yours."

I heard that five or two silver coins were handed to them. "This is a deposit. After the event, pay another fifteen."

The three strong men looked at each other and took the money, and grinned and said: "The deal."

Wen Yan put his two hands into his sleeves, squinting his body slightly, and looked at Jiaojia’s door with his gaze.

The headed Dahan sent the two men under his command to go to the situation first. He himself stood in the shadow with Wen Hao and looked at the quiet mansion.

"I heard that Jiaojia Gongzi will become a relative tomorrow. What do you do with him?"

The hand in the sleeve was tight, and it smelled quietly. He replied with a low voice: "The coke is not worthy of Miss Wen."

Dahan smiled and screamed twice. It seems to be very understanding of this situation. "It turned out to be jealous for the beauty..."

"He is coming." Wen Yan interrupted him and pointed to Jiao Changxian who was swaying and walking.

Jiao Changxian came back from the outside and seemed to have drank a lot of wine. He walked east and west, and sang a small tune in his mouth.

Going closer, Wen Wei only listened to the content, only felt a wrath straight into the chest.

This person was still in the streets of Liuxiang, one night before the wedding! They were really blinded in the past life, only to think that this person is a good person of my sister!

"Shi Yu was, smashed the skirt, took off the red shirt, went to the green socks..." Jiao Changxian squirmed in the small scorpion, and sang a singer in his mouth, "...there was a flowery face, a fragrant crack Nose, don't move, let the man taste a bit..."

Seeing that the two are going to be together on the street, smelling cold and screaming: "I still don't want to do it, do you want silver?"

The brave man screamed twice and screamed that he could really play, and he glanced at the other two brothers, and surrounded it with a triangle.

A hand knife stunned the little cockroach, Dahan supported the drunken Jiao Changxian, and asked what to do.

Wen Yan looked cold and cold and looked at the arrogant Jiao Chang Xian, the first time gave birth to the impulse to deboning the human skin.