The days of watching the clouds and clouds always pass quickly, unconsciously more than a month has passed, the weather is getting colder and colder, a sunset at dusk Yang Huaiping is holding a green bamboo in front of the wooden house and dancing with a sword, he sometimes jumps in the air, sometimes like a white snake spit out a letter, pull out a few sword flower movements, it looks elegant and free.

Shen Qinglian sat in front of the wooden house with her hands on her cheeks and watched Yang Huaiping practice swordsmanship, she was dressed very plainly, like a village girl.

A pot of broth was simmering in a large iron pot next to the wooden house, and the rich smell of meat couldn't help but spread in the forest, after Yang Huaiping put away the green bamboo in his hand like a smooth movement, he paced to Shen Qinglian who was squatting in front of the wooden house and said: "Daughter-in-law, when I dance the sword, my movements are not very chic, if you want to learn, I can teach you!"

"I feel so bored now, every day I live watching the sun rise in the woods, the sun sets, it looks so monotonous, I suspect I'm depressed, I say what should I do!"

Yang Huaiping dragged Shen Qinglian's smooth chin with his hand, and said with a serious expression: "Then let's hurry up and have a child, when the time comes, you won't be bored with the child every day." ”

Shen Qinglian frowned slightly: "I found that since the last incident, I can't conceive a child!"

Yang Huaiping said softly: "My daughter-in-law is fine, you can rest assured that I am in this matter, I will go to the forest to pick a few pairs of medicine for you, you will be fine if you drink it, besides, we have only lived here for a month, don't worry, maybe it's not your problem!"

Shen Qinglian stretched out her hand and grabbed Yang Huaiping's hand and said, "Come back to the house with me and sit down, I'll let you see something!"

Yang Huaiping looked at Shen Qinglian's serious appearance, he didn't say a word and followed her into the house, Shen Qinglian picked up a book made of a lot of yellowed rice paper from the side of the pillow and handed it to Yang Huaiping and said: "Look at it, at this time my diary, we have been living here for more than a month, and everything between me and us is recorded in this diary!"

Yang Huaiping didn't speak, but looked at Shen Qinglian's diary, and the rows of Xiujuan's fly-headed little Kai came into his eyes.

[On November 1, 2017, Huai'an took me out of the hospital, he drove me to a vast forest in the countryside, he built a home for the two of us, I felt so warm and happy!]

[On November 2, 2017, Huai'an took me to hunt, when the wild boar scared my heart to the pound, who knew that Huai'an killed the wild boar with a knife, I thought he was too powerful!]

[On November 3, 2017, Huai'an and I went fishing in Shidiao Creek, Huai'an caught a particularly beautiful red fish, and he was still talking about what was not like catkins due to the wind, and now I feel big when I think of that sentence!]

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As Yang Huaiping flipped through Shen Qinglian's diary page by page, he suddenly felt this kind of trivial crumbs, ordinary days passed inadvertently and always passed quickly, Yang Huaiping touched the yellowed rice paper in his hand, and his time was quietly slipping away from his fingers.

Just as Yang Huaiping was in deep thought, Shen Qinglian spoke: "Huaiping, I miss my father and mother a little, since you are so good, why don't you accompany me back home!"

Yang Huaiping thought for a moment and said, "You let me think about it, I'll give you an answer tomorrow!"

Shen Qinglian pouted and said, "Okay, I'll let you think about it, after all, it's not good for you to kill so many people and go back rashly!"

Suddenly, Shen Qinglian took out a small box from the wooden cabinet and handed it to Yang Huaiping and said, "This is rouge made from the petals of a red plum tree I picked from next to Shidiao Creek, I want you to give me a thrush!"

Yang Huaiping took the wooden box, reached out and pinched a little bit of bright red made of petals, put it in his nose and sniffed, he took out a bamboo needle from his arms and said: "Daughter-in-law, go to the wooden house, the air outside the house is fresh!"

"Okay, you're going to make my drawings look better then, just like those female stars on TV!" Shen Qinglian said with a smile.

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The sunset is like burning, the afterglow of the setting sun casts mottled shadows on the wooden steps of the wooden house through a few towering ancient trees, Yang Huaiping and Shen Qinglian sat on the steps of floating light and shadow, Shen Qinglian raised her chin and closed her eyes and said: "Huaiping, you paint me, you want to paint beautifully, if you make me ugly, I will be angry!"

Yang Huaiping took advantage of Shen Qinglian's inattention to take a sip on her rosy lips and said, "This should be regarded as my reward for giving you a thrush, I don't know if you want me to paint you a little lighter, a little thicker!"

"You are really annoying, and you take advantage of me, if you take advantage of me like this, I will ignore you!" Shen Qinglian couldn't help but reach out and pinch the soft meat on Yang Huaiping's waist.

Yang Huaiping held Shen Qinglian's chin with his hand and said: "Daughter-in-law, don't move, I'm going to start thrushing with you, if you move the bamboo needle in my hand a little, if you scratch your pretty face, it will be worth the loss." ”

Shen Qinglian pursed her lips and said, "When you give me a thrush, try to paint it lightly, just like the kind of smoky eyebrows that Sister Lin made in the dream of the Red Mansion!"

After Yang Huaiping let out a sigh of relief, he began to use the bamboo needle in his hand to dip the bright red ink plum powder into the flesh between Shen Qinglian's eyebrows.

"Daughter-in-law, does my tattoo hurt, if it hurts, you can squeak!" Yang Huaiping said softly.

Shen Qinglian bit her lip and said, "It hurts a little, by the way, didn't I ask you to give me a thrush, why did you tattoo my eyebrows!"

Yang Huaiping opened his mouth and said: "Aren't I thinking about the beauty of the tattooed eyebrows!"

"Well, you can continue to tattoo, but you have to tattoo better!" Shen Qinglian said.

Yang Huaiping didn't speak, he continued to tattoo Shen Qinglian's eyebrows with a serious face.

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As time passed, it was getting dark, and Yang Huaiping was still tattooing Shen Qinglian's eyebrows bit by bit, his expression seemed meticulous, focused and serious.

It wasn't until it was completely dark that Yang Huaiping put the needle in his hand into his pocket, and he looked up at the smoke he had given Shen Qinglian a feeling of amazement.

Shen Qinglian felt that Yang Huaiping had taken away the bamboo needles, she slowly opened her eyes and said, "Huaiping, the eyebrows you tattooed for me look good!"

Yang Huaiping held Shen Qinglian's cheek with his hand and said, "My daughter-in-law gave you such a thrush after me, you are now like a big beauty who came out of the ancient court." ”

Shen Qinglian walked into the wooden house lightly, took out the bronze mirror and took a photo, she kissed Yang Huaiping's face with joy and said, "Huaiping, your tattooed eyebrows are really beautiful!"