[Chapter 165]: A good scene of snowballing and snowballing

Everyone is a character in the scene of life, but no one is the protagonist. Only in a certain fragment of the play can you become the protagonist. So when life sees that you are tortured by the fucking reality, you will not have compassion to make you smile. Even meritorious people will occasionally be fucked in the reality **.

Tang Monk walked to the snow-covered road and felt that every foot was the kind of "squeaking" sound, which was very comfortable and comfortable. There is such a beautiful big sister beside him. Although Tang Monk really wants to play the snowball fight that he used to play when he was a child, but in the face of this queen who has been performing a noble identity since she appeared in front of him, he really dares not greet this woman with the snowball that has been rolled up. Even if he is loud, he can Throw a small snowball into the distance. Then he breathed a long sigh of relief and said, "Xiao Mengli will not feel bitter with your mother who loves her so much."

"She is a child with a long life and death from birth." The noble woman's voice was a little sad, which made Tang Monk feel that there was some kind of root of pain in this woman.

Life and death.

Is it the father of Xiao Mengli? Is this woman's husband dead?

Tang Monk just thought about it and didn't continue to ask deeply. At least he thought that even if the woman was entangled in some feelings, she would not lose her mind and tell herself something.

Soon after arriving at the door of Aunt Chen's house, Tang Seng saw the woman coming home and turned around and left.

Looking at the back that turned around and left, the noble woman stood at the door and looked at the figure who had left, and muttered to herself, "It's really similar in my bones!"

Tang Seng, who turned back and planned to go home, after walking for a while, saw a woman wearing a snow-white down jacket under the street lamp, wearing a cute hat and a pair of thick gloves, but the exquisite curvy and beautiful lower body did not look bloated under the cover of thermal underwear.

This kind of beauty will be salivated by any man when he sees it. Even a decent Tang monk will feel that if a man marries her, he will die of sexual happiness, but the monk Tang still looks at the woman who is quietly waiting for him under the street lamp, and still sneers at that kind of chaos, that is, So that this woman can really stimulate the hormones in her body, and he will not do that beastly thing.

"Sister. What are you doing here?" Seeing the woman, Tang Monk quickly walked up and asked softly.

"Let's see if you can't help it**?" The woman said without hesitation that it seemed to be very funny to joke with her brother.

"I have to be kicked out of bed even if I want to. You think that a noble woman like Aunt Chen can like me as a little boy. Even if I am handsome and romantic, I dare to guarantee that a successful man who falls under Aunt Chen's pomegranate skirt has a strong company. Pay attention to my words, he is a successful man. This definition." Walking to the woman, Tang Monk also leaned on the telephone pole and said with a smile.

"You are a little self-aknowledgeable." The woman laughed and scolded, as if there was nothing she could do about her brother's mouth.

"It's so cold, are you still coming out?"

"It's just that I haven't played in the snow with you for a long time. I can't help but think of what we looked like when we were children. How beautiful it was at that time!" No matter how noble women are, there are times when they look forward to the future. Even if they are constantly squeezed by the fucking reality to keep their noble status, they will still look forward to the future like all women. This is a common problem for women.

"You, a noble queen-level figure, also want to have a snowball fight and make a snowman?" Tang Monk said with a smile, slowly staying away from the woman, squatting in one hand and starting to make snowballs.

"Maybe!" The woman said it again, but before she finished speaking, she felt that a snowball that was not very big flew towards her. The target was not the long white and handsome face, but the small hat on the top of her head. The woman reacted quickly enough not to be hit by the sudden attack of the other party. After dodging, the woman also seemed to like this scene very much and began to hide and pinch the snowball.

Then a snowball battle begins.

The happiness and happiness that children should have in childhood are actually not far away from them, but sometimes they have forgotten the happy appearance, or are suppressed by something and can't be released.

Women understand that a man who has a snowball fight with her will never be trapped by the cage of reality. No matter how many people are watching him, no matter what noble position he is in, he will do what he likes in the most direct way.

It's not that he is unruly, it's not because he is rebellious, it's just because he knows how to be himself.

After the snowball fight, the two happy people began to pile up snowmen. Although they did not use brooms and buckets with their arms and hats at that time, the snowman was still piled up vividly, so that women couldn't help but praise. No wonder they studied art, and there was an artist's style in her body.

Tang Monk just smiled when he heard this, and seemed to feel that the other party was a little embarrassed to praise him so naked.

Looking at the man's embarrassed expression, the woman pulled a white hand out of her gloves to remove the snowflakes on the other party's head, and then gently stroked the other party's long hair.

"Sister. I'm not a child anymore." Being stroked by a woman makes Tang Monk feel uncomfortable, as if he still feels like a child by a woman.

"I have never thought of you as a child in my sister's heart." The woman withdrew her hand, smiled meaningfully and said.

After a moment of silence, the woman slowly asked, "What's the secret between you and Huangfu?"

"Why do you ask?"

"The last time he asked me for your mobile phone number, I felt it. Later, I went to QD to tell you about it. Your answer made me feel that it was not as simple as the surface between you and him. Have you reached some kind of consensus? The woman's keen observation ability makes Tang Monk have to feel that his sister is really awesome.

"Sister. You said you were so awesome. Which man will be worthy of you in the future? Tang Monk did not answer, but said with a smile, as if he was sarcastic.

"Bad boy." Seeing that the other party did not answer, she made fun of herself. The woman laughed and scolded. She didn't know whether she was answering the man's question or just wanted to scold the other party.

"Sister. Between me and Huangfu is a confrontation between the wise and the wise. The war between us is inevitable. This is a fact that we want to change but can't change, but for some reason it may have to be postponed. Tang Seng said lightly that he knew that the reason why Huangfu was willing to play a play with him for more than five years was that he wanted to compete with him without any worries. Tang Monk thought so five years ago, and now he also thinks so when he looks at Huangfu step by step to let himself understand his shortcomings. Although he is not sure whether Huangfu will change and betray himself, he intends to believe that this is not the enemy but the opponent.

Enemy and opponent are two different concepts.

The enemy is used to fight.

And opponents may be able to become friends.

"Every step should be done well, because every step hides an unknown trap. My sister has never regarded you as a child, and she also knows that you can go your own way. It's just that family affairs weigh on you and make you feel sorry for you. The woman said in a tender voice.

"Of course, this kind of thing should be done by men. Should I let my sister, a female, shoulder such a serious thing? Even if you are willing to shoulder it, grandpa will cherish his granddaughter. So it's still up to me, a man. Tang Seng stood up from the sitting chair, as if a man had climbed up and said.

The woman smiled and said bitterly, "Even if I'm a male grandfather, I won't entrust things to me." After saying that, he felt as if he was leaking his mouth. He calmed down for a moment, and then looked at the man who was not far from him who didn't pay attention and smiled at himself.

"Sister. Let's go back! It's cold enough outside. Be careful not to catch a cold." Tang Monk smiled and pulled the white hand that had not yet reached into the gloves.

Two brothers and sisters who were three years apart walked into the Tang family villa hand in hand.

The two old men standing on the second floor saw the two sisters and brothers coming back holding hands with each other, and their eyes exuded more helplessness.

Tang Han muttered to himself, "It's hard for Yan'er as a child."

"It's not all your fault. But there is nothing we can do. I hope that can only be regarded as a secret. If Ding Yi knows, he may do something stupid. The Tang family can't have such an ugly thing. The old woman said helplessly.

"Our Tang family is unconventional in the first place, but we don't know what Yaner thinks. If she knew, she might be grateful.

"Old man, it's better not to let Yaner know about this matter. I'm afraid she can't accept it."

"I understand."