Li Xinheng took his mother's arm: "There are people in the village who come to collect rice, but they don't have this price."
Li's mother tightened her grip on the money: "Girl, I have to keep this money for you to find a wife. When our family holds a wedding banquet, give the girl a few more glasses of wine."
Yan Funing smiled and said to the two young men: "Beimo Ali, you carry the rice, we are back."
< br>The two young men stepped forward, lifted the rice bags one to the left and the other to the right, and left.
Mother Li quickly slapped her son on the back: "You are so big, how dare you ask two and a half young men to carry you?"
Li Xinheng walked a few steps quickly, put the rice bag on his shoulders, and walked quickly.
The two young men looked at each other and followed immediately.
Fu Beimo was dissatisfied: "Brother Li is like this, it seems that we are useless."
Ali was even more dissatisfied: "Brother Li is like this, it seems that my rice these days has been in vain."
The two of them jumped to grab the rice bag, but Li Xinheng was tall and big, so they couldn't grab it.
When she got home, Yan Funing asked Li Xinheng to help pour the rice into the rice vat, and the rice bag was returned to him.
“Can I still return the rice bag?” Li Xinheng was very embarrassed.
Yan Funing smiled and said: "Your mother will have to spend time sewing such a big rice bag. The fabric must have been bought with money, so of course she has to pay it back."
Li Xinheng rolled up the bag: "Girl When I came to the village, I realized that there are good people like girls in the world.”
The women in the village are so picky that they fight for every melon seed and every grain of rice.
The girl in front of me is very different from the women in the village!
Yan Funing laughed again: "How can I be so good? You took us to the county seat, and you didn't even charge for the long journey. Brother Li is the best."
Li Xinheng laughed. He said shyly: "Speaking of going to the county town, at the end of this tenth day, I will take the master and the girl there as usual."
"Okay."
——
In the evening, Fu Ciyi returned home.
As soon as he stepped through the courtyard gate, Fu Beimo walked up to him, clamoring to practice more.
Fu Ciyi carried the food box into the kitchen, washed his hands, and asked the reason, only to find out the whole story.
Ali, who was lighting the fire behind the stove, also asked for more practice.
At this moment, Yan Funing was busy cooking. Fu Ciyi glanced at her back and said to the two young men: "Two laps of running and exercise, and a stick of incense for each horse step."
Ali: "Master, I'll light the fire."
Fu Ciyi said for the first time: "I'll burn it."
Fu Beimo and Ali stood next to Fu Ciyi like loaches. Dodge and run out of the kitchen.
Yan Funing held the spatula and looked up at Fu Ciyi, who was already standing beside her: "Do you really want to light a fire?"
"Yes."
He mainly wanted to ask if she was really not worried about him being hungry?
Took a few steps behind the stove, lifted up his robe and sat on the small teapot. He pondered the question in his mind all afternoon, but in the end he couldn't ask it.
Yan Funing glanced behind the stove. This man was tall and tall, sitting on a small stool. He looked like a down-and-out noble.
"Don't look at the firewood like this. You can go back to your room and copy."
"You think I can't light a fire? I'm not you. I'll make my face covered in ashes. .”
Having said that, he remembered wiping her face, and the smooth touch of her little face still seemed to remain on his fingertips.
Listening to him talking about her first fire, Yan Funing was not upset: "Fu Ciyi, I think we will have lunch at home early tomorrow. Beimo and Ali eat quickly, they eat How about I bring you some food after that?"
At this moment, Fu Ciyi felt that the fire in the stove was getting stronger and stronger, and the fire in his chest was also burning.
Yan Funing stir-fried the cabbage in the pot and didn't hear his response for a long time. She simply put down the spatula and walked to the back of the stove to look at him.
The firelight danced on his fair face, but there was no other expression.
Yan Funing couldn't figure out what he was thinking at all.
Then he spoke again: "In the next few days, I plan to take Bei Mo and Ali into the mountains to dig for medicinal materials. Finding rhizome medicinal materials is troublesome. Although we don't go to deep mountains and old forests, we have to walk a lot of mountain roads. I was hungry when I got home."
Fu Ciyi finally said: "I will bring the food myself to the village school early in the morning. I don't have to bring it in the future."
"But in the morning? They were all leftovers from the night before." She returned to the stove, stir-fried the food in the pot, and said softly, "It's not good to eat leftovers for a long time."
Hearing this, Fu Ciyi's eyes flashed with slight surprise: "It doesn't matter if you eat later, please pay attention to safety when entering the mountain." Yan Funing nodded: "Yes."
Fu Ciyi threw a piece of firewood into the stove.
She will ask Beimo Ali to deliver food to him, but the timeliness is not guaranteed.
Looking at the red and orange flames jumping together in the stove, he didn't understand what he was hoping for? ——
The night is bright with bright moon and few stars.
In the west wing, the couple continued to write.
Fu Ciyi glanced at her quietly, not knowing where to start. When she practiced calligraphy, she asked him less and less for advice.
Standing up and walking to her side, looking at the neat strokes on the rice paper, he found an imperfection.
The fingertips tapped lightly: "Use some force when holding down the pen, not too light."
Hearing this, Yan Funing dipped in ink again and wrote again One click: "What about this?"
Fu Ciyi shook his head gently: "It can be better."
Just when he reached out to grab her hand and demonstrated how to write it to her...
Yan Funing withdrew his hand. .
Fu Ciyi’s hand froze.
Yan Funing hurriedly put the pen into his palm, raised her hand and said: "You write it, and I will read it."
Isn’t that just being reserved?
Not having contact with him, not even touching him with your fingertips, is being reserved.
Fu Ciyi had no choice but to write on rice paper.
After writing one stroke, Yan Funing asked him to write more strokes: "Write it a few more times, and I will observe your strength."
Fu Ciyi finally realized that she was not with his Their hands touched each other, all because he said last night that women should be reserved.
Accept what you say.
He picked up the pen again and wrote several times on the rice paper.
Yan Funing said: "I know how, just put your pen on the mountain."
Fu Ciyi finally couldn't help it: "Yan Funing, must you be so lively?"
She smiled when she heard this: "Reserve, I know how to do it. Thank you, Master, for teaching me what it means to be reserved!"
What is life score?
Besides, they don’t know each other very well.
Fu Ciyi placed the pen on the pen mountain with his slender fingers, and said in a low and deep voice: "You're welcome!"
After speaking, he sat back down and continued writing.
Yan Funing also sat back on the round stool, picked up the pen again, and then wrote one stroke. She looked left and right but could not capture his essence.
With a snap, she put the pen back: "I won't write anymore."
She prides herself on not being an angry person.
But why did she believe him when he had a good reason to hold hands with her?
She shook hands with him and gave a very normal reason, but he wanted to teach her a lesson.
Is it because he is a man that men are not like women?
This is so unfair!
Fu Ciyi looked sideways at her: "Have you finished practicing five hundred times?"
Her eyebrows furrowed: "I don't want to write anymore, is that okay?"
His usually soft voice was unexpectedly crisp at the moment.
He moved his mandible: "If you have any dissatisfaction, please speak up."
"Fu Ciyi, you say I am not reserved, yes, I admit it. After all, for my real husband in the future, it is true that I am not reserved when we sleep in the same bed and hold hands."
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