On the path in the field, a young man came holding hands with a young girl.

The girl was a little shy, and her cheeks were blushing. I mustered up a lot of courage, but in the end I said as thin as a mosquito:

"Lin Lang, do you like Ning'er?"

How the young man hoped that this field path would never end, so he took the person he liked and walked all the way, and when he heard what his sweetheart said, he turned his head with a smile and combed the slightly wet hair on his sweetheart's cheeks.

"Ning'er, the answer will be long, I am ready to answer you in a lifetime, are you ready to listen?"

Looking at Zhao Dongning's slightly red cheeks, Lin Mu was not surprised that Zhao Dongning would ask such a thing.

Since Zhao Dongning and Lin Muzhi met, they have never been in love, nor have you and me said anything about love. got married in a hurry a few years ago, and Father Lin passed away a year later, and then Zhao Dongning fell ill. The beginning of Lin Muzhi was a little too sudden, neither three media nor six hires, nor the eight characters of his birthday. Although Lin Muzhi used to protect her, Zhao Dongning couldn't tell whether it was his brother's concern for his sister or Lin Muzhi's protection of his woman. It wasn't until this morning that Lin Muzhi and these young ladies were fighting for each other, and Zhao Dongning didn't know that this kind of maintenance was called love.

"Rather... Ning'er... Think........ Listen ....."

Although Lin Muzhi and Zhao Dongning were very close, in the end, Zhao Dongning didn't even seem to be able to hear herself, so she didn't know if her Lin Lang had heard it.

Lin Muzhi looked at his little wife, he felt that there was nothing in the world, and he was happier than this. Because he really doesn't know what happiness there is in this world, he can be happier than the person he likes, and he likes himself. Looking at the blush on the face of his beloved girl, Lin Muzhi felt that he had given away the best-looking box of rouge in his life.

Lin Muzhi turned around, holding an umbrella in one hand, and holding the paper given to him by the fat man; Holding his favorite little wife with one hand back. He didn't seem to dare to look at the girl's face anymore, because he would get drunk, and when he was drunk, he was even more afraid of waking up, he was afraid that it was all a dream.

The red-faced girl lowered her head, and at this moment she still looked a little fairy-like. The fairy fell into the world. She regretted it a little, was her voice too small? But I really can't muster up more courage, and when I ask again, it seems that the sentence just now has used up the greatest courage in her life. Lin Lang, who didn't take two steps, answered her words, not as thin as a mosquito like himself, and it was sonorous and powerful.

"Life and death are broad, and the son is happy. Holding the hand of the son, and the son... Grow old together..."

Hearing Lin Muzhi's words, Zhao Dongning not only blushed, but also his ears were red. Let his lover lead him on this field road and drift away.

When he arrived at home, Lin Muzhi placed Zhao Dongning in the room, lifted the quilt, and let Zhao Dongning sit in, and after extending the quilt, Lin Muzhi moved a bookcase and put it on the bed. Zhao Dongning picked up the book next to the bed and wrote and drew on the bookcase.

The courtyard of Lin Mu's house sits in the north and faces south, there is a wing room in the east and west, the main house is a lobby, and the lobby is much larger than the two wings. In the past, when Father Lin was alive, it was Lin Muzhi and Father Lin who lived in the East Wing, and Zhao Dongning lived in the West Wing. Later, Father Lin passed away, and Lin Muzhi asked Zhao Dongning to move to the East Wing. Zhao Dongning's illness Lin Muzhi can judge from the symptoms that it is a severe cold, once a cross-infection occurs, with Lin Muzhi's previous family background, it is absolutely unbearable. So Lin Muzhi had to sleep separately from his new wife.

In the rural leisure time, when the weather is hot, I go down to the river to catch fish and shrimp, and the fish and shrimp caught are also meat, and the most important thing is that I don't need to spend money to buy them; When it's cold, you usually stay at home, and there's nothing else to do but hang out at home. Before Qingming, the countryside was not very busy, but if you want to go down to the river to fish, it is still a little too cold. Therefore, most people in the village who are okay are still at home, or they go around. The Lin family in the small village can be said to be idle all year round. So since Zhao Dongning got sick, basically Lin Muzhi wouldn't let her get out of bed.

Pushing open the window, the light rain has stopped, the sky is starting to white, and it is estimated that the sky may clear in the afternoon. Lin Muzhi smiled, it seems that spring is really coming. Maybe I'll be able to move back to the East Wing tonight.

But Lin Muzhi really doesn't have too much thought at this time, isn't he still hungry! It is said that there is a surplus of food and warmth, and there is no food and clothing yet, what can you think? If you don't pay tribute to your own five internal organs temple, you really don't have any strength at all. What's more, his sweetheart is probably hungry too.

In fact, Zhao Dongning has read all these books before, and the reason why he took them out to read them was not because Zhao Dongning wanted to read them. Lin Muzhi has read it once, and there are many places that he doesn't understand, so he was circled, and Zhao Dongning read the book, all of which were annotating the places circled by Lin Muzhi. Lin Xiucai's family actually doesn't have many books.

The kitchen was on the east side of the gate, with an apron, and Lin Muzhi began to bury the pot and cook.

Today's meal is actually not too hard, just two pots of fish soup, but the rice is really white rice, not the porridge that Lin Muzhi usually drinks. After all, Lin Muzhi earned three hundred taels today, which is indeed a solution to Lin Muzhi's urgent need, although it is not enough to squander a lifetime, but it can be squandered for a while.

Lin Muzhi has actually cursed this world more than once or twice. As far as eating is concerned, I always feel hungry again after a soak of urine, so Lin Muzhi usually doesn't dare to go to the tuba, for fear that there will be nothing in my stomach after I go on it, and I will be hungry quickly.

Lin Muzhi brought two bowls of soup into Zhao Dongning's room, cleaned up the bookcase in front of Zhao Dongning, and put the soup and rice on the bookcase.

Why two bowls of soup? Because one bowl is herring soup and the other bowl is mandarin fish soup, Lin Muzhi pushed the mandarin fish soup in front of Zhao Dongning and said:

"Ning'er, try it."

Since coming back from the country road, Zhao Dongning's little face has always been red, and he didn't say a word to Lin Muzhi during the period, Zhao Dongning leaned down, took a sip of soup gently, and then shyly pushed the bowl to Lin Muzhi's side, and said as thin as a mosquito:

"Phase... Messire... You... You drink a little too..."

One sentence made Zhao Dongning speak intermittently, but Lin Muzhi's ears were indeed much more delicious than this fish soup, this was the first time that Zhao Dongning opened his mouth to call himself a prince in the case of the two of them. Zhao Dongning lowered his head, Lin Muzhi couldn't see what his pretty face was red into? But the two red little ears already let Lin Muzhi know what it means to be beautiful and delicious.

Lin Muzhi opened his mouth and drank a big mouthful of fish soup, heartily! What exactly does fish soup taste like? He is also Zhu Bajie eats ginseng fruit and swallows it, but the sweetness in his heart has made him unable to describe it in words, after all, Zhao Dongning called him Xianggong for the first time. Lin Muzhi began to feel sorry for Zhao Dongning, if he continued to be so shy, would something happen? So Lin Muzhi was ready to change the topic.

"Ning'er, Xianggong prepares..."

Zhao Dongning, who was shy and didn't dare to raise his head, put his two little hands in the quilt and clenched them tightly, and his palms were full of sweat. I'm afraid that Lin Muzhi will make any demands that are not too excessive between husband and wife, in that case, should I agree?

can't be teased anymore, if you tease again, I don't know what Zhao Dongning will be shy! But Lin Muzhi can pat his chest and promise that he will definitely not be able to bear it!

"Xianggong is ready to go south."

Lin Muzhi's words made Zhao Dongning breathe a sigh of relief, but he sincerely thanked his husband for being considerate of him and not embarrassing himself anymore.

"Ning'er knows, all major affairs in the family are decided by the father-in-law."

Lin Muzhi thought for a while, and then said:

"Ning'er, this area in the north of Huizhou is not a place of long-term peace and stability. It's too close to the border of Qiguo, every autumn, the cavalry of Qiguo will come to the Hua Dynasty to ransack it, we can be considered to have escaped last year, but what about this year? What about next year? And the year after? If I hadn't met Ning'er and you, Xianggong might have gotten by here, but after meeting you, Xianggong began to be afraid of death, because I wanted to be with Ning'er for a long time, and I would be old in the wilderness. ”

This passage is the words of Lin Muzhi at the moment, and Lin Muzhi, who has been a person in two lives, has a deep feeling. The life of the previous life is said to be colorful, but it also makes Lin Muzhi carefree, although the life in this life is much more difficult than the previous life, but with the sweet burden of Zhao Dongning, he didn't feel that being cold and hungry was a painful process at all.

Hearing Lin Muzi's words, the shy Zhao Donglin finally raised his head.

"Lin Lang, in this life, Ning'er lives and dies in this life, the people of the Lin family, die...."

Before Zhao Dongning finished speaking, he was interrupted by Lin Muzhi.

"Ning'er, your life is still very long, what do you say about life and death, Xianggong is still ready to grow old with you! In fulfilling Daddy's last wish. Hey, hey, come! Ning'er, drink the soup, you take a sip, I take a sip. I don't know what happened to the soup today? Sweet and sweet! ”

Zhao Dongning, who mustered great courage, let Lin Muzhi's words return to the prototype. He lowered his head shyly, and the slightly raised volume became as thin as a mosquito sound, and he lowered his head to drink the fish soup that Lin Muzhi pushed in front of him.

In the afternoon, the sky cleared, and the sun was not very sunny after the rain, but it was still much warmer than in the dark and damp house. After having a lunch of you and me, the relationship between Lin Muzhi and Zhao Dongning continued to heat up. In the afternoon, Lin Muzhi and Zhao Dongning sat in the courtyard to bask in the sun.

In the past, Lin Muzhi would tell Zhao Dongning a lot of jokes, but he never dared to mix any oil and water. After establishing a relationship with Zhao Dongning, the current Lin Muzhi can be said to be taboo in meat and vegetarians. What teased Zhao Dongning was a clever smile for a while, and a red face like an autumn apple for a while.

Lin Muzhijue will not feel bored in his life on such a day.