Qi Runyun couldn't tell how he was feeling at the moment, at the beginning, he married into the Song family with the mentality of stopping water, after all, the rumors of his husband and Luo Xingjuan were no secret in the Song family. But the unexpected details and gentle treatment after getting married made him a little puzzled and made him scrutinize carefully. But I got a promise to accompany the second half of my life.

Perhaps Song Qingyi would not have known what such a promise meant to him. The fifteen years of the Baptismal Garden not only dissipated the resentment in his heart, but also the sharpness in the young man's heart, which made him feel like he had entered his twilight years early. Being away from home for many years has made him understand that the intimacy with his parents is obviously not as close as that of his younger brothers who have been with him for many years, and the Song family is just a place for him to live, and in his heart being alone will be his final end, maybe there will be a child to accompany him, or maybe not, until Song Qingyi's promise.

This promise is a new hope for him, the direction of his future life. also made his panicked heart fall into practice. From that day on, he really picked up the motivation and also mentioned his attention to Song Qingyi.

That kind of attention was only for a family member at first, the cold weather, the care for the details of the three meals in order, but later it gradually changed its taste, and it would be mixed with discomfort in the trust when he heard that he was walking with Luo Xingjuan, and it would be shocked and unhappy when he said that something would happen in the future. It's a little more than before, Qi Runyun never takes the initiative to mention anything, but he doesn't want to hide anything. Therefore, when Song Qingyi teased and mentioned it, he responded happily.

They are already husband and wife, and it is not a bad thing if they can be closer than family in the future.

And here Song Qingyi was a little surprised and stunned at first after receiving his own Zhengjun's frank and shy response, but when he didn't even realize it, the beating joy in his heart was like rushing out of his chest, such a fierce love not only surprised him, but also faintly felt a sense of reasonableness.

In fact, prejudice aside, Qi Runyun is difficult to dislike, this person is quiet and delicate, well-behaved but assertive, his companionship is always as his name suggests, moisturizing things silently, and he is infiltrated unconsciously. Or he didn't even notice it, but his whole reaction had already told him, and his body had already understood his affection for his own Zhengjun before he knew it.

It's not the kind of family that you think you are, your family may give you warmth but you won't have this kind of throbbing, at this moment Song Qingyi suddenly brightened.

Isn't this good, this is his wife, he owed a lot in his last life, and in this life he thought that he would be accompanied and supported by his family for a lifetime, but he didn't expect such an unexpected joy.

Looking at Qi Runyun's still pruning head, Song Qingyi suddenly laughed, and quickly stole a kiss from the corner of Qi Runyun's mouth in the strange gaze that Qi Runyun turned from hearing the voice.

Seeing that the person suddenly covered his face and stared at the round eyes, Lang laughed.

This smile is full of depression.

When they returned to the kiln, the two apprentices had already lit the fire and began to add firewood and burning.

Seeing Song Qingyi and them coming back, they quickly stopped and saluted.

was stopped by Song Qingyi with a wave of his hand, motioning for them to continue. Only then did he help Qi Runyun sit down in the grass and reeds, and unconsciously played with the fingers he was holding in his hand.

Qi Runyun's fingers are not perfect, because of the practice of kneading the mold, the joints of the fingers are a little thick, and there are many calluses between the fingers, which are the marks of the carving knife, and the nails are very clean and even a little into the flesh - because when kneading the mold, they are often stuck in the nail seams and are not easy to clean, and the craftsmen's nails are repaired to the point that they can no longer be shortened - but it is such an imperfect pair of hands, but he can't put it down.

"I said before that we would spend the rest of our lives together, and at that time I wanted to treat you as family." After organizing the words in his heart, Song Qingyi slowly spoke.

Feeling that the fingers being played with stiffened slightly, Song Qingyi smiled, clenched it tightly, and continued: "But I now find that I have other thoughts about you in my heart, although I am already a husband and wife, this is a little ridiculous, but I really think so." ”

Probably aware of the implicit meaning of Song Qingyi's words, Qi Runyun's expressionless face unexpectedly appeared a light red, but unfortunately Song Qingyi, who was sitting in a flat row and looking ahead, did not notice it.

"We ...... has already become a husband and wife, so you can also love each other...... "Even in the previous life of the most passionate love for that woman, Song Qingyi did not express his heart so clearly, but because he and Qi Runyun were destined to be accompanied from the beginning, he didn't want this love to be overshadowed, many tragedies have never started with a lack of honesty, and he didn't want such an ending between the two at all.

Song Qingyi turned around and squeezed Qi Runyun's hand, looking at the blush on his face, both surprised and delighted, he naturally understood his wife's expression.

Who would have thought that his Zhengjun would give him more surprises today.

"Life should come back, death should be Sauvignon Blanc." Qi Runyun replied to Song Qingyi's words with the last two lines of the same poem.

Song Qingyi felt that at this moment, Qi Runyun's plain and serious eyes looking at him couldn't be better.

It's a pity that the beautiful atmosphere is destined to be ruined, and both of them forget about the old Zheng Tou who left and is about to return, and the two apprentices who were busy in front of the kiln.

"Young master, the furnace is warm." The one at the top of the apprenticeship, Lao Zhengtou's name is Ayi, hesitantly looked at the two people who were holding hands and looking at each other, and reminded in a low voice.

He didn't really want to come over at all in this posture, but the fire that the young master had just ordered to start a fire didn't wait for anyone. I had to come up and disturb, hoping that the young master would not be annoyed.

Song Qingyi was not angry, but regret was natural, took a breath, let go of his Zhengjun's struggling hand, and stood up.

"Go and see if Lao Zheng Tou has come back, remove the glass pieces that are going to be burned by the way today, and listen to Lao Zheng Tou for a while."

The apprentice answered and ran away.

Song Qingyi touched his face, turned around and asked his own Zhengjun: "Madam, am I so scary?" "Anyway, if it weren't for the fact that this elementary school apprentice didn't have long eyes just now, he would have been able to hold his daughter-in-law and nibble on it. As for the consequences...... cough, Linyu is so well-behaved, it should be ...... There will be no bad consequences.

Qi Runyun, who had cleaned up his expression, looked up and saw Song Qingyiming's eyes lingering on his mouth, stood up immediately, and said softly: "Master! Dead weight! Old Zheng Tou is here. By the way, he used his fingers to cover his sleeve and poked Song Qingyi's waist and eyes.

"Shhh Song Qingyi jumped in shock, how could he feel different after this confession. This poke was accurate and hard, and it itched his waist.

Yes, Song Qingyi is afraid of itching, especially his waist and eyes, this secret was not known to anyone before. But his own Zhengjun knew it because of an accident.

Seeing that Song Qingyi was really honest, Qi Runyun turned to face the old Zheng Tou, who was already approaching.

And Song Qingyi had no choice but to rub his waist and turn around, glaring at the visitor.

Lao Zheng Tou glanced back at Song Qingyi a little inexplicably: "Young master, the things have been pulled over, and some of the dignitaries have buried a layer shallowly for later use, and some have been left to try." ”

"Okay, let's divide it into two parts, one according to my idea, and the other according to Shaojun's idea." Facing the old Zheng Tou who didn't understand the situation, Song Qingyi touched his nose and said.

Ten copies are picked out from the defective products and put into the mold, the mold is the most common square brand mold, which is the most common kind of men's pendant, most of them are used to carve and engrave the lettering, wear the silk thread and hang it around the neck or tie it on the waist.

This kind of mold is naturally chosen for the convenience of cloth shape for a while.

According to Qi Runyun's idea, wait for the square cards to be formed before putting them into the furnace, but those can't use such molds. It's just that this son didn't have a ready-made use, so Qi Runyun asked his apprentice to run away, get some wet clay and carving knives, and planned to take advantage of this time to carve some by himself.

Song Qingyi saw him start to move, and was a little worried: "Don't bother, just ask them to go on another trip and let the craftsman do some according to your requirements." He still remembered that he had just come back from the kiln factory at that time, and the two of them didn't know that Qi Runyun was pregnant, and the person was sleepy in those days.

Qi Runyun shook his head: "It's just a little concave mold, it doesn't take much effort, and you don't need to trouble them." After speaking, he saw Song Qingyi frowning, and after a pause, he reached out and tugged at his sleeve, "It's really okay, don't worry, you can save it in the rain." ”

Song Qingyi helplessly found that his own Zhengjun seemed to spontaneously comprehend the weak offensive against himself. It's just that he eats this, and when he sees that people who are always light-eyed on weekdays will reach out and poke his waist, pull his sleeves and whisper while shaking lightly, this kind of behavior may make him unbearable in other men, but when this person is replaced by Qi Runyun, he feels that his heart is beating hard.

Sighing, Song Qingyi finally couldn't survive Qi Runyun, so he had to nod: "If you are tired, you must rest immediately." ”

Qi Runyun sat on the beauty couch and pinched the clay to try his hand, and hooked the corners of his mouth where Song Qingyi couldn't see, looking unexpectedly a little cunning.

When the clay was formed in Qi Runyun's hands, Song Qingyi saw that his eyes were serious, and he quickly started to move on the inside of the mold with a carving knife in his hand.

Before the glazed juice was fired, Song Qingyi watched him skillfully pick and cut on the edge of Qi Runyun, and after a while, he carved out simple and simple Yin carving patterns on the inside of the inverted mold one after another, such as the five blessings and auspiciousness, the pine crane prolonging the year, and so on.

Qi Runyun, who was concentrating, was even sharper between his eyebrows and eyes than he was plainly indifferent, and his fingers that moved slightly were white because of his strength, which was a pair of hands that were not inferior to himself, Song Qingyi looked at it on the side, and his heart jumped slightly.

He touched his heart, thinking that if there was no Song family and no himself, Qi Runyun's life should be more brilliant. Song Qingyi suddenly felt that the joy of heart-to-heart was slowly overshadowed.