It was blocked by a mere kitchen wooden door.
Ouyang Rong has a black line on his forehead.
However, how can this small obstacle extinguish the thoughtfulness and concern for the junior sister at this moment? Block up the overflowing righteousness of Haoran?
Ouyang Rong shouted toward the door: "Junior sister, don't panic, I'm coming!"
"Senior brother, please don't..."
Before Ouyang Rong finished shouting, he had already taken a step back. When the junior sister's voice was halfway through the door, he quickly drew his sword and raised it with his hand.
Click——!
The door lock is broken.
boom! Ouyang Rong kicked open the kitchen door, raced against time, and rushed into the kitchen. At the same time, his tone was righteous:
"Junior sister, are you okay..."
Ouyang Rong choked on his words. He had already loosened his belt and was about to offer his coat to cover the beautiful lady.
He saw the scene in the kitchen clearly.
There is a small pile of broken porcelain pieces on the ground in front of the stove.
But there was no expected panicked snow-white silhouette.
"What are you looking at, Senior Brother?" Xie Lingjiang's curious voice came from not far away.
Ouyang Rong turned his head in a daze, and saw that the junior sister was standing by the door in a pretty way. The monk's robe on her body was completely close to her body, without any hint of youthfulness.
She stood in front of the door, her hands clasped behind her waist, looking at him with her head tilted, and her big eyes blinking.
Ouyang Ronglue's stammering tone gradually became serious: "Junior...Junior sister, what happened just now."
Xie Lingjiang shook his head: "It's nothing, I just saw a pair of mice, which was a bit scary."
"A pair of mice?"
"That's right, one big and one small." She nodded and said seriously: "The little one is stealing oil from the bowl on the stove to eat. The older one seems to be as greedy as the little one and wants to sneak in and steal oil."
Ouyang Rong said seriously: "Is there still such a thing?"
"Yeah. The little one fell into the oil bowl stupidly and couldn't escape."
Xie Ling Jiang Mei glanced at the door and said in a clear voice: "What a pair of stupid mice."
Ouyang Rong frowned: "Then why did Junior Sister scream?"
Xie Lingjiang looked at him and sighed:
"The little one is fine, but the main thing is that the big one didn't expect to be so brave and rushed in. Well, he even knocked over the oil bowl clumsily, so it was a bit of a surprise."
"Hmm." Ouyang Rong analyzed seriously:
"Maybe it's not a glutton for oil. It's a mother rat. She came back from looking for food. She thought her baby rat had been killed. She was eager to protect her offspring, so she was a bit reckless."
"maybe."
"Where are these mice?"
"The bamboo basket fetched water in vain. Naturally, he ran away in despair. How dare he stay."
"I see……"
Xie Lingjiang asked curiously: "Senior brother seems to be very interested in them."
Ouyang Rong looked at his junior sister's expression, silently hid the hand holding the knife behind him, and shook his head:
"No, I thought it was some kind of dangerous accident, but it turned out to be a false alarm. It's okay, little junior sister, it's okay. It's okay."
Xie Lingjiang's cheeks bulged slightly, he looked Ouyang Rong up and down, and tilted his head:
"Why did Senior Brother untie his belt after he came in?"
Ouyang Rong Surong frowned and sounded worried:
"Isn't this because I'm worried about an emergency, but my junior sister hasn't put on her clothes yet, so I want to cover you up."
Xie Lingjiang nodded, "Elder brother is really thoughtful."
Ouyang Rong straightened his back and said righteously: "It's my responsibility."
"Like This……"
Xie Lingjiang lengthened his tone, glanced sideways at the broken locked door that was kicked open behind his senior brother, and said in a suspicious tone:
"Why did Senior Brother come in so quickly? Before I could finish speaking, Senior Brother kicked the door open."
Ouyang Rong's face does not turn red and his heart does not beat:
"Isn't it because you haven't come out yet and you are planning to come here to urge me? But I happened to get closer and something happened to you. It really scared me. I won't do this next time. If you have something to tell me clearly, do you know?"
Speaking of the latter part, someone sounded like a domineering senior brother and glared at the little junior sister Xi.
Xie Lingjiang held back his laughter: "Okay, if the big one comes again next time, I won't catch him alive and teach him a lesson."
"..."
Ouyang Rong raised his hand to touch his nose. He raised it halfway, stopped and took it back. He asked with a straight face:
"By the way, junior sister, everything is fine. Why should you lock the door? What if you are really in danger?"
Xie Lingjiang blinked his eyes, looked at his cute and impatient senior brother who seemed to be angry with embarrassment, and smiled:
"Aren't you afraid that outsiders will come in? Naturally, you have to lock the door."
Ouyang Rong snorted and nodded: "I understand, senior brother, I am also an outsider, so I have to be careful, okay."
He turned around and prepared to go out with a straight face. The next moment, his right palm was tightly grasped by two catkins.
"Okay, senior brother, don't be angry."
The beautiful little girl wearing only a monk's robe took a step forward, grabbed Ouyang Rong's long, flour-covered palms with both hands, and waved them left and right:
"I know you worked hard outside kneading the dough." He raised his head and pursed his lips and said softly: "I won't be surprised next time. I won't dare. Okay, okay..."
Ouyang Rong, who pretended to be straight-faced but actually had a guilty conscience, was slightly stunned. He looked at Xie Lingjiang, who sounded strangely coquettish, and felt a little embarrassed:
"I'm not angry. Well, before I come in next time, I'll let you know that I won't force you again..." After a pause, he changed his words: "I broke in recklessly."
The tone is serious.
"good."
Seeing Ouyang Rong becoming more honest, Xie Lingjiang smiled sweetly and agreed.
Immediately, she didn't dislike the flour on Ouyang Rong's palm, pulled him out of the kitchen, and went to the dormitory hand in hand to make longevity noodles together.
After continuing to knead the dough in the dormitory for a while, Ouyang Rong turned around and said:
"I'm going to get some water."
"good."
Ouyang Rong walked out of the dormitory, returned to the kitchen, and got a ladle of water.
Before walking out of the door, he looked back at the empty kitchen, his eyes moved down and fell on the broken copper lock at his feet.
Ouyang Rong squatted down quietly, stretched out two fingers, and touched the broken copper lock, feeling a smooth and cold touch.
The copper lock was sticky, so he twisted it between his fingers.
It's lard.
Ouyang Rong couldn't help turning his head and glanced at the broken porcelain pieces on the ground near the stove.
This was the lard he had originally poured into a broken bowl for the baby rats to eat.
"this……"
The corner of Ouyang Rong's mouth twitched.
Ouyang Rong didn't know whether a big rat really broke into the kitchen just now, as the junior sister said.
But he finally knew the reason why the junior sister locked the door without making a loud noise.
Good guy.
"Why is little junior sister so smart?" Ouyang Rong sighed.
These days, it’s getting harder and harder to be a senior brother...
Ouyang Rong left the kitchen with a ladle of water.
In the dormitory, Xie Lingjiang, who was kneading dough with his head down, turned his head when he heard the sound and looked at Ouyang Rong.
The latter returned impermanently, turned to smile at her, and handed out the water.
Xie Lingjiang took it and smiled lightly.
Ouyang Rong turned his head and looked outside the door. The rain had not stopped and was still heavy.
After a while, the two continued to cook longevity noodles in the dormitory with tacit understanding.
Xie Lingjiang volunteered and kneaded the dough.
Ouyang Rong was preparing condiments on the side.
Xie Lingjiang suddenly noticed a wave of heat approaching. He turned around and saw that it was Ouyang Rong who had moved the stove in the center of the room.
Watching him blowing his fingers for a while, then inhaling and burning his fingers, Xie Lingjiang felt something warmer than a stove flowing through his heart.
Move the stove.
Ouyang Rong smiled, stood up, clapped his hands, turned around and asked:
"Isn't it cold anymore? I just saw you shrinking your shoulders. This monk's robe is too thin. It's really a bit cold to wear one."
Xie Lingjiang shook his head.
The lights in the dormitory are brighter than those in the kitchen.
She seemed to have discovered something, and looked at Ouyang Rong's larger-than-life monk's robes.
Xie Lingjiang couldn't help biting her lower lip and looked away with a hint of anger.
Ouyang Rong reacted and looked at the junior sister who was wearing a narrow monk's robe calmly.
The monk's robes in Lin'an Temple were made of coarse linen and were dusty, giving Ouyang Rong a feeling of sluggishness.
But now, when it was worn on Xie Lingjiang's body, it looked particularly bright and charming.
I don't know if it's because the young lady's face is as bright as the morning sun, or because the monk's robes are so narrow and tight, making her delicate body extraordinarily tall and graceful. A huge 'flaw' somewhere is about to show up.
As if feeling someone's uncontrollable gaze, the little girl in monk's clothes who was kneading the dough turned sideways shyly, with her back to Ouyang Rong, hiding the possible bulge in the front.
Ouyang Rong coughed and continued his work without squinting.
After lighting a stick of incense, the ingredients were almost ready. The two of them announced and moved to the kitchen.
The kitchen is dimly lit.
Xie Lingjiang pursed his lips and walked in first, still keeping his back to Ouyang Rong.
This tight and thin monk's robe made Xie Lingjiang reluctant to face Ouyang Rong, and the atmosphere between the two seemed a bit awkward.
Ouyang Rong squatted down and started a fire silently.
In order to maintain the tenacity of the longevity noodles, Xie Lingjiang continued to knead the dough at the stove nearby.
Xie Lingjiang remained silent.
Ouyang Rong didn't speak either.
Time passed by minute by minute.
The atmosphere in the kitchen fell into an odd silence.
There was a strange atmosphere flowing in the air between the two of them.
Ouyang Rong turned his head and glanced at the virtuous back of the monk-robed girl in front of the stove and the dough in her hand.
He felt that the dough was almost kneaded, but for some reason, Xie Lingjiang was still lowering his head and kneading it vigorously.
It seems that it is inertia and does not dare to break the current deadlock.
Ouyang Rong chuckled.
Because seeing the little junior sister's appearance, he thought of an animal.
Ostrich, an ostrich that likes to bury its head.
Ouyang Rong's laughter was amplified in the silent kitchen. Xie Lingjiang's graceful back was slightly stiff for a moment, and then quickly returned to normal.
Seeing this scene, Ouyang Rong, who was squatting down to burn firewood, clapped his palms, suddenly stood up, walked to the water tank, lowered his head to scoop out water, and washed his palms.
Just when a little girl in monk's clothes with pricked ears relaxed in front of the stove.
Ouyang Rong suddenly turned around, walked towards the stove, walked behind Xie Lingjiang, gently held her waist, and pressed his slender body against her delicate body.
It was raining heavily outside, and in front of the warm stove with a fire in the kitchen, the two of them hugged each other, one behind the other.
Ouyang Rong hugged her tightly from behind with a normal expression.
He noticed that the beautiful and convex back in his arms tightened rapidly like a bowstring on the battlefield, and trembled slightly.
Even though the lights in the kitchen were dim, Ouyang Rong could still roughly see clearly from behind. The skin on her pink neck was quickly covered with a sunset-like blush.
The battered dough in Xie Lingjiang's hands finally took a breath. She buried her head deeply in her chest and froze her bare hands on the dough.
Ouyang Rong pursed his lips when he saw the virtuous beauty in his arms, who was so clumsy and confused at this moment.
His expression was as usual, his two big hands covered her bare hands that were kneading the dough, and he moved actively.
The experienced teacher taught her how to knead the dough.
Immediately afterwards, Ouyang Rong felt the delicate body in his arms trembling even more violently. He gently placed his chin on her shoulder, narrowed his eyes and said:
"You're too slow. It's going to make people look scared. I'll help you rub it together. Don't be afraid." He took her delicate body and gently swayed it to coax her.
The gentle and magnetic voice of the man behind him seemed to have some kind of soothing magic power. Xie Lingjiang relaxed a little and glanced at his handsome and serious profile.
"Hmm..." Xiaoshou nodded imperceptibly.
Ouyang Rong, who was looking for excuses, found that the little junior sister in his arms was so virtuous and well-behaved. He was bullied by him in a bad way, so he silently bowed his head and accepted it, with a low eyebrow.
He couldn't help but feel shocked.
It seemed that the vicious mischief he had just done in the kitchen had indeed progressed too fast, scaring the beautiful woman, which was a bit too much. The junior sister probably did not mean to make him feel embarrassed.
Otherwise, why is she so resigned to being hugged from behind like this?
Ouyang Rong has great insight and roughly grasps the criteria of love in his heart.
The straight man has finally figured it out and is ready to do it step by step.
Xie Lingjiang bit her pink lips, lowered her head, and kneaded the dough with Ouyang Rong.
As time went by, her delicate body was subconsciously tense and stiff for a while, and the bones of her body slowly softened. The arms of the senior brother behind her were like a huge furnace, continuously transmitting hot heat, as if to melt her completely.
Xie Lingjiang, who was obviously a seventh-grade qigong practitioner, had a soft hand when kneading the dough.
After kneading, her hands were still kneading the dough, and it was clearly Ouyang Rong's long and slender hands kneading the dough and two catkins.
A pair of beautiful starry eyes that have captivated so many young talents at tonight's banquet are slowly covered with a layer of hazy mist, making her heart feel both expectant and frightened.
This novel experience of intimacy with her lover was the first time in her life.
Ouyang Rong suddenly asked: "Do you still remember the first time we met?"
"Yes." Xie Lingjiang regained consciousness and nodded, with a look of reminiscence in his eyes.
Ouyang Rong said with emotion:
"That kick really hit me hard. My back hurt for three days. At that time, I really didn't expect today's fate."
"Then let me rub your waist, okay?" she said weakly.
"What's the use of rubbing it now?"
Ouyang Rong laughed and shook his head, pinching her cute catkins:
"At that time, I thought you were quite tough, serious and a bit boring... I wanted to stay away from you."
Xie Lingjiang asked nervously: "What happened next?"
Ouyang Rong smiled gently:
"Later, for some reason, I gradually got used to having you around. You are a bit of a tiger, but you can't stand being cute...
"Sometimes, it's not that I don't care about you. When I was in Dragon City, I had unresolved obsessions in my heart, but you caught me in time.
"Then later, when I arrived in Xunyang City, I was just too busy. I thought you could wait. But when I attended the birthday party tonight, I suddenly discovered that you are already eighteen, and you are already considered a big girl in Dazhou."
Xie Lingjiang couldn't help but explain: "Tonight, my aunt..."
"It's okay. I actually know roughly what she was thinking. It's not wrong. She did remind me."
Xie Ling Jiang was moved.
Ouyang Rong laughed: "If I delay it any longer, who knows if I will miss it..."
Xie Lingjiang suddenly turned his head, raised his onion finger to press his lips, and said tremblingly: "You are not allowed to say depressing words."
"Okay." A straight man said helplessly, "Then what should I say..."
"Hey~" Xie Lingjiang suddenly groaned and frowned slightly: "Move the skirt knife, it hurts."
Ouyang Rong said blankly: "My skirt knife was left in the dormitory, and I didn't bring it over."
Xie Lingjiang curiously pulled it out with his backhand, his face was stunned, and his eyes slowly moved downwards...
Ouyang Rong: "..."
Xie Lingjiang: "..."
I'm afraid the air will suddenly become quiet.
Ahem, one more chapter, and try to get back to the main plot in the next chapter! Some brothers said that something was wrong with Xiao Rong's writing. Well, first of all, this is a light classification. Secondly, the protagonist is also a normal person, and there is love between men and women. Moreover, the character of a gentleman is serious about big things and not serious about small things. You can tell by the title of the book, how to treat girls, It's definitely not dull and rigid, but a kind of escape and unexpected nature. Well, in the words of a book friend...a gentleman.
(End of chapter)
