In the face of this poor child, Wen Shuifan was about to say something, but she didn't regard this snatched child as her husband.

When he opened his mouth, Wen Shuifan was about to say something, but he saw that the fifteen-year-old husband was already asleep on the table, his long eyelashes were shadowed, and his handsome face was not half discolored because of his young age.

Get up and bring the quilt, walk in front of the table, and cover the boy's body. After doing it, Wen Shuifan returned to the bedside, took off his shoes and turned over to bed, this child is very handsome, and his bearing is not owned by ordinary people, it seems that the background is either rich or expensive. I don't know if this kid will remember that he was kidnapped, and then come back to get revenge or something.

Thinking like this, Wen Shuifan fell asleep in a daze and fell asleep.

"Shui Fan, Shui Fan, Shui Fan" Wen Shui Fan's ears appeared a voice calling for herself, she was a little sleepy, she didn't want to move, and let the voice in her ears call herself over and over again.

After the voice couldn't wake up Wen Shuifan, he sighed helplessly, and reached out to press the corner of Wen Shuifan's body. kept staring at Wen Shuifan's face, opened his mouth to say something, but held back.

After slowly waiting for the energy of snooze to subside, Wen Shuifan half-opened and half-closed his eyes, and saw a figure sitting at the head of his bed, looking at his face, without speaking, without speaking, just looking straight at himself.

"Hmm, master," Wen Shuifan called out his name.

"Master!" Wen Shuifan sat up from the bed suddenly, broke out in a cold sweat, and looked around. After a while, I realized that I was in the room. Not in that place, the figure is not visible at all.

Sit on the bed. Wen Shuifan sat for a while, then got up and poured himself saliva to drink.

The boy was no longer visible on the edge of the table, and the quilt covering him was folded and placed on the table.

The red candle is still a little bit unburned and is still burning. "Beep--" still blowing up the candles.

Pour a glass of water, smell the water as soon as you raise your head, and pour it down, as soon as the cold water enters the mouth, there is a slight coolness, and the room is a little stuffy.

It's September. It's autumn. It's just that the autumn tiger is still as fierce as in previous years, and the air is still hot and dry, which makes people sweat for no reason.

Wen Shuifan wanted to open the window to ventilate, and stretched out his hand to push it for a long time, and after finding that he didn't push it open at all, he remembered that in order to prevent the groom from escaping, the window was nailed with two layers of wooden planks.

The windows cannot be opened for ventilation. Wen Shuifan also had a way to cool down, and walked a few laps on the ground in the room with bare feet. The coolness on the ground spreads to the soles of the feet, and the coolness brings to relieve the hot feeling on the body.

Walking and walking. Wen Shuifan stepped on a hard thing coldly, and the soles of his feet were shocked. Maybe I stepped on a stone, Wen Shuifan thought. Raise your foot and kick out the stone you just stepped on on the sole of your foot.

There was no pain in the feet, and the soles of the feet had regrown calluses. You can kick the pebbles with bare feet. Wen Shuifan was a little dazed and a little in a trance. She's not young anymore. She is now just an ordinary village woman in a village.

It was not yet dawn, and the surroundings were very quiet, and the birds had not yet gotten up and were asleep in their nests. There are already people on Qianmo

The sky is still a light blue, very light in color. In the blink of an eye, a red streak appeared in the sky

Kasumi, slowly expanding its range, intensifying its brightness. I knew the sun was going to rise from the horizon, so I looked there without turning my eyes.

Sure enough, after a while, in that place appeared the little half of the sun's face, which was really red, but there was no light. The sun seemed to be carrying a heavy load, slowly and slowly, and at last it finally broke through the clouds and jumped completely out of the sea, and the color was very lovely.

In an instant, this crimson round thing suddenly emitted a dazzling light, which made people's eyes hurt, and the cloud next to it suddenly became bright.

The people in the countryside were walking slowly, they were not in the mood to enjoy such a beautiful morning light, and they were about to start their day's work.

The morning light between the countryside is not very charming, and the beautiful morning light should be when you stand on the mountain and observe the sunrise.

There was once a poet who wrote a verse about the sunrise on a mountain.

"The five meridian eyes of Yanshan are especially impressive.

The weather is good in early winter, and the geese return to the mountains before it is cold.

There are sunshine valleys, five clouds and mountains.

Entering the auspicious clouds, Zhenyi boarded the saddle.

Waterfall Spring Flying Jade Dragon, Feather Flag Guide Xiangluan.

The pillar of heaven is outside the sky, and the book of Zhuo Bi is in the clouds.

Lingfeng stone viewing room, branch wear (mountain praise) (mountain yuan).

The mountain fowl know that I am coming, and the good news is like joy.

The peaks are spring-spring, and the danqing is particularly difficult.

The line is ashamed and hurried, and he is even more asked to see it. ”

Moreover, there is also the light and color of the countryside that the poet has written.

"The cold mountains turn green, and the autumn water is murmuring.

Leaning on the cane outside the firewood door, listening to the twilight cicadas in the wind.

The sun sets over the ferry, and there is lonely smoke in the ruins.

The summer value is drunk, and the song is in front of the five willows. ”

This kind of scenery is also what people yearn for after climbing the mountain, and sometimes, people are so greedy that after having mountains and rivers, they will want to have an idyllic scenery.

People are like this, they are not satisfied, they always want a lot of things, and their own ** will never be satisfied.

"The human heart is not enough, and the snake swallows the elephant." This is a true word, a truth that has been passed down for a long time.

After Wen Shuifan had breakfast, he carried the hoe and walked between Qianmo, and between Qianmo is now a chrysanthemum blooming in September, with various colors.

Chrysanthemums, hermits in flowers. She has a pine-like style and a plum-like demeanor. Throughout the ages, it has been praised by the world. It is not too demanding, as long as it is rooted in the soil, it can grow strongly. Its branches are tall and upright, and its leaves are lush and green, which is enough to give people a beautiful enjoyment.

Chrysanthemums have their own characteristics, some are beautiful and elegant, some are bright and dazzling, and some are held high...... Chrysanthemums are blooming, colorful, and varied. See! The flowers are red like fire, white like snow, pink like the glow, big like colorful balls, and small like delicate lanterns. The clusters and clusters of chrysanthemums are blooming. The chrysanthemum leaves have become purple after frost, who would have imagined that this autumn ravine is actually the world of chrysanthemums. How charming, how dazzling, how amazing in the light of the sun!

Looking at it, Wen Shuifan slowly fell into such a bright color of flowers, a little distracted, and slowly thought of some things in his heart, thinking about it, he was a little in a trance.

"Knock knock-" A cacophony of voices came. (To be continued.) )