Uncle Cheng took the chicken leg back to Zhou Lanping.
The two people pushed you to me. What I pushed to you was Liu Liang, who had been standing at the door with a resentful face.
Liu Liang took a big bite of rice from her mouth, then turned around and couldn't help throwing the disgusting man out.
Uncle Cheng is busy in the kitchen, washing dishes and sweeping the floor. He is very virtuous. Looking at him like this, we know that he is often busy in the kitchen and is used to doing the work in the kitchen.
He wiped the plate with a rag and didn't know what song he was humming. He was also very leisurely.
As soon as he put the plate away and turned around, he was startled, but before a second, he began to laugh heartlessly.
"It's pretty. I'll take what you want."
Liu Liang stared at him without blinking, but Uncle Cheng was still smiling, and the corners of his smiling eyes had some fine lines.
Liu Liang didn't speak. She stood here all the time, just like a pillar.
"Didn't you think of it?"
Uncle Cheng asked with a good temper.
"Take your time. Uncle has to wash the bowl. This bowl needs to be cleaned, otherwise it is easy to get bacteria."
His mouth stopped humming, but changed to nagging.
"Who are you?"
Liu Liang suddenly asked.
"I was picked up by your mother."
Uncle Cheng continued to wash the dishes. His slender fingers looked very good.
"Who are you?"
Liu Liang asked again.
"Oh, I forgot."
Uncle Cheng sighed, "maybe I'll remember later."
"ID number?"
What uncle Cheng didn't think about was that he reported a string of figures.
Just after he finished reporting, he suddenly stopped his action.
He turned on the tap and cleaned the boiling water of his hand.
He turned around and still looked at Liu Liang with a smile.
"No wonder your mother says you are smart and can be the first child in the school. If you really have a good IQ."
"You don't have to say."
Liu Liang glanced at the corners of her mouth.
Everything can be installed, but the instinctive reaction will not.
"Find a place to talk."
Uncle Cheng wiped his hand on the apron, and then walked out of the kitchen. Soon after, the two of them had sat on the stone table. As soon as Liu Liang saw the stone table and the empty space on the side of the stone table, she would think of the stone pier she hadn't taken back.
If you take it back, it's nice to put it here.
And her face with incomparable resentment also made uncle Cheng really feel bad. At the beginning, he knew that there was a little monster in Zhou Lanping's family, which was also difficult to fool. He didn't expect it to be so difficult.
Liu Liang raised her face and stared straight into uncle Cheng's eyes.
His eyes are still very clean and dust-free. He has a kind of helplessness and tolerance, just as Zhou Lanping sometimes looks at her. This is tolerance for the younger generation and children.
Liu Liang doesn't seem to be so uncomfortable. She can't feel this person's malice at all. She said that she is determined to raise her breath and has abnormal sensitivity to changes in people's emotions.
That's why she didn't kick him out as soon as she entered the door.
Uncle Cheng felt embarrassed and touched his head. Now the wound has already healed. Coupled with his amazing recovery, he can't even find the scar now.
Besides, other doctors said that they just broke the scalp and bled a little more. The thunder was loud and the rain was small. It seemed that there was a lot of blood flow, but in fact, it was really just a small hole.
He smiled and sighed.
"Do you think memory is so easy to lose? How many people want to forget those bad, painful, self paralysis and self destruction from time to time, but how many people can really forget?"
"This is a memory, living and dying with others. It is a part of everyone's body. I really want to forget everything, but your uncle and I have a smart head like you."
He said, raising his hand and patting Liu Liang's hair.
Liu liangtu felt a strange feeling, starting from his fingers.
Warm, want to talk back, but know that his tolerance is enough to tolerate her to do anything.
"Hum!"
Liu Liang snorted coldly.
"Who are you and why are you following my mother?"
I've been talking nonsense for a long time. Don't play any word games for her, show off her literary talent and look like a philosopher.
"My name is Cheng bin."
Uncle Cheng, no, Cheng bin folded his legs. This posture is really unique. Although he is already an uncle, he is also a beautiful uncle.
"I am forty years old and have a son who is several years older than you."
Liu Liang is not surprised. People have to get married and have children. It's strange that they are still single at such a big age ratio.
"I know what you want to ask?" Cheng bin explained himself without waiting for Liu Liang to speak.
"My wife has had dystocia for nearly twenty years now."
When he mentioned his dead wife, he was still depressed with a slight injury. He said that memory is the same with people, whether it is good, bad, pleasant or painful.
"So I'm single now."
"Why did you come to my house? What's your attempt?"
Liu Liang doesn't believe that there is no ghost in this person's heart. If there is no ghost, she can't use the method of amnesia and stay in her house.
"I have an intention."
Cheng bin also confessed to his destination.
"Everything I do is for your mother."
"So you deliberately hit yourself on the head?"
Liu Liang pulled the corners of her mouth, very cruel.
"You wronged me. Cheng bin raised his hands. I didn't use bitter meat, because it was your mother. If it was someone else, what did it have to do with me? I didn't want to hit my head. Your mother hit me at that time. Either I fell or your mother fell."
"When I woke up from the hospital, I wondered how to make your mother accept me quickly, so I pretended to be amnesic and entered the house smoothly."
"Did you fall in love with my mother at first sight?"
Liu Liang still doesn't believe it.
At a young age, love is so weak, not to mention an old age, a few years of life experience, has long worn away the previous innocence, become mature, stable, and of course, full of utilitarianism.
At this time, they have been indifferent to love, and there may be love at first sight.
"No."
Cheng bin leaned back on his back. When he raised his hands and feet, he had the charm of a middle-aged man. He was tall, not ugly, and had a good temper. He went to the hall and went to the kitchen. It's no wonder that this middle-aged man had a fatal attraction to women. Her mother was willing to keep him, on the one hand, because of guilt, on the other hand, It's also because he's annoying.