novelraw Chapter 126: What is reserved
Chapter 126: What is reserved
Chapter 126 What is reserved
Li Xinheng grabbed his mother's arm: "There are people in the village who come to collect rice, but there is no such price."
But Li's mother held the money tightly: "Miss is generous. I have to keep this money for you to ask for my wife. When our family holds a wedding banquet, we will toast the girl a few more glasses of wine."
Yan Fu smiled and said to the two teenagers: "Bei Mo Ali, you carry rice, we're back."
The two teenagers stepped forward, lifted the rice bag one left and one right and left.
Li's mother quickly patted her son on the back: "You are so big, are you embarrassed to ask two and a half-old boys to carry it?"
Li Xinheng walked a few quick steps, holding the rice bag on his shoulder, and walked very fast.
The two teenagers looked at each other and immediately followed.
Fu Beimo was dissatisfied: "Brother Li is like this, it seems useless to us."
Ali was even more dissatisfied: "Brother Li is like this, it seems that my food has been in vain these days."
The two of them jumped to grab the rice bag, but Li Xinheng was tall and big, so he couldn't get it.
When he got home, Yan Funing asked Li Xinheng to help pour the rice into the rice jar and return the rice bag to him.
"Can you still get the rice bag back?" Li Xinheng was embarrassed.
Yan Funing smiled and said, "It takes time for me to sew such a big rice bag. The fabric must be bought with money, so of course I have to pay it back."
Li Xinheng rolled up the cloth bag: "I only then did the girl come to the village and I realize that there are such a good girl in the world."
The women in the village were petty and had to fight for every melon seed and rice.
The girl in front of you is very different from the woman in the village!
Yan Funing smiled again: "How can I be that good? You take us to the county town, and you don't charge for a car for so long, so Brother Li will be fine."
Li Xinheng smiled shyly: "When it comes to going to the county town, at the end of the tenth year, I will still take the Master and the girl to go there."
"good."
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In the evening, Fu Ciyi returned home.
As soon as he stepped into the yard, Fu Beimo went up to him and clamored to practice more.
Fu Ciyi took the food box into the stove, cleaned his hands, and asked the reason before he knew the whole story.
Ali, who burned fire behind the stove, also proposed to practice more.
Yan Funing was busy cooking at this moment. Fu Ciyi looked at her back and said to the two halves of the young man, "Run and **** twice, and a stick of incense on a horse step."
Ali: "Master, I'll burn the fire."
Fu Ciyi said for the first time: "I'll burn it."
Fu Beimo and Ali Loach flashed by the side of Fu Ciyi and ran out of the stove.
Yan Funing held the spatula and looked up at Fu Ciyi who had already stood beside her: "You really want to burn the fire?"
"Um."
He mainly wanted to ask if she wasn't really worried that he was hungry?
After taking a few steps behind the stove, I sat on the small mat with my robe and walked for an afternoon of questions, but I couldn't ask.
Yan Funin leaned his head and glanced at the back of the stove. The man was tall and tall, sitting on the little scepter, inexplicably looking like a down-and-out nobleman.
"Don't watch it like this, you go back to your room to copy it."
"Do you think I can't burn the fire? I'm not you, I'll make my face full of dust."
Having said that, I recalled helping her wipe her face, and it seemed that the smooth touch of her little face still existed on her fingertips.
Hearing him telling her about the first time she burned fire, Yan Funing was not upset: "Fu Ciyi, I feel that tomorrow will start, and we will have lunch early at home. Bei Mo and Ali will eat quickly. After they finish eating, they will give it to you. How about delivering food?”
At this moment, Fu Ciyi felt that the fire in the stove became more and more prosperous, and the fire in his chest was also ignited.
Yan Funing stir-fryed the cabbage gang in the pot. After a long time, she didn't hear his response. So she put the spatula and walked to the back of the stove to look at him.
The fire leaped on his fair face, and there was no expression other than that.
Yan Funing couldn't guess what he was thinking.
So he spoke again: "I plan to take Beimo and Ali to the mountains to dig medicinal materials these days. It will be troublesome to find medicinal materials for roots and stems. Although we don't go to the deep mountains and forests, we walk a lot of mountain roads and get hungry when we go home. Now."
Fu Ciyi finally said, "I go to the village school early in the morning, and I will bring my own food, so I don't have to deliver it again in the future."
"Ah? But what I brought in the morning were all leftovers from the previous night." She went back to the stove, stir-fry the dishes in the pot, and whispered, "It's not good to eat leftovers for a long time after eating leftovers. of."
When Fu Ciyi heard this, a slight surprise flashed in his eyes: "It's okay to have some food later, be careful when you enter the mountain." Yan Funing nodded: "Yes."
Fu Ciyi threw away his firewood and entered the stove.
She would ask Beimo Ali to deliver food to him, but the time limit is not guaranteed.
Looking at the red and orange flames jumping together in the stove, he didn't understand what he was hoping for? —
At night, the moon is bright and the stars are sparse.
In the west wing, the couple still carried their pens and wrote.
Fu Ciyi glanced at her quietly, not knowing where to start, but when she was practicing calligraphy, she asked him less and less.
He stood up, walked to her side, and looked at the neat strokes on the rice paper, and he found an imperfect place.
Tap gently with your fingertips: "When starting a flat and long stroke, use some force, and do not be too light."
Hearing this, Yan Funing dipped ink again and wrote another stroke: "What about this?"
Fu Ciyi shook his head gently: "It's better."
Just as he reached out to catch her hand and demonstrated writing to her...
No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading!
Yan Fu shrank back her hand.
Fu Ciyi's hand froze.
Yan Funing hurriedly stuffed the pen into his palm and raised his hand and said, "You write, I'll do it."
Isn’t it just reserve?
If you don’t contact him, you can’t even touch his fingertips, you are reserved.
Fu Ciyi had no choice but to hold the pen and put it on rice paper.
After writing a stroke, Yan Funing signaled him to write a few more strokes: "You write it a few more times, and I will observe the strength."
Fu Ciyi finally realized that she did not touch his hand because he said last night that women should be reserved.
What you say is borne by yourself.
He picked up his pen again and wrote it on rice paper several times.
Yan Funing said, "I can do it, you can put your pen on the mountain."
Fu Ciyi finally couldn't help it: "Yan Funing, must he be so distant?"
She smiled when she heard this: "It's reserved, I know, thank you Master for teaching me what to reserve!"
What is life-to-parting?
Besides, they are not very familiar with each other.
Fu Ciyi put his long fingers on the pen to Bishan, his voice low and heavy: "You're welcome!"
After saying that, he sat back to his original position and continued to write.
Yan Funing also sat back on the round stool, picked up the pen again, and then wrote a stroke. He looked left and right and couldn't write down his essence.
With a snap, he put the pen back: "I won't write."
She claimed to be not an irritable person.
But why did he have a full reason when he got in hand with her? She believed it.
She shook hands with him and also said a very normal reason, but he wanted to preach.
Is it just because he is a man, a man is not like a woman?
This is too unfair!
Fu Ciyi looked at her sideways and said, "Have you finished practicing five hundred times?"
She frowned: "I don't want to write anymore, can I?"
His soft voice is unexpectedly refreshing at this moment.
He moved his jawbone: "If you have any dissatisfaction, please speak out."
"Fu Ciyi, you said I was not reserved, yes, I admit it. After all, for my true husband in the future, we slept on the same bed and held hands again, which is indeed not reserved."
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