Chapter 207: The old man is like the old, and the clothes are like the heart

It was a long night, Changjun had been gone for a long time and had not returned, and Qianyu had been waiting for him in the courtyard, she wanted to be the first to see his smiling face, and the first to hear from him, whether he succeeded or not.

Yan Feng was actually ready to be seen through by Changjun, after all, the two had gotten along before, and it was all fake to say that he didn't know his appearance, just like he could recognize Changjun, the moment Chengjun pushed the door in, he knew that he couldn't hide anything.

He knew very well what kind of person Changjun was, so he only admitted that he was Yan Feng, but he didn't say a word about who brought him back then, no matter how Changjun asked, he only wrote two words, his name, just to confirm that he was Yan Feng, Changjun was already excited and teary-eyed.

For many years, he always thought that he would never see him again, and if it wasn't for his own momentary thoughts, he wouldn't have brought him back, and he would still miss him.

"Yan Feng, do you know that the Chu State today is no longer the Chu State of the past, your mother, the Ouyang clan has been reduced to slaves, and Qianyu is also ......?"

Yan Feng nodded vigorously, indicating that he knew that he had known these things that Changjun had already known, and he had learned from those mouths, they thought that he would not be able to escape, even if he did, he would not be able to speak, and no one knew him, and everything was not secret to him, so he knew these things clearly.

"But, why does Changjun say a thousand words? Could it be that girl is really not a thousand words? But she has a morning dragon, am I mistaken? Actually, that bracelet is not the morning dragon? It would be nice if I could watch it once, I would definitely be sure" Until now, Yan Feng didn't dare to be sure of Nian Ru beside Changjun, and he had been thinking that if this girl was really Qianyu, it would be enough to prove that she was still alive, and her identity was a secret, a secret that even Changjun couldn't know.

"What's wrong? Yan Feng? If there is anything you must tell me, I will contact Master these days to see if he can cure your old ailment" Changjun comforted Yan Feng as he watched him write on the paper.

"Your wife, Nianru? Treat her well."

"This is nature, although I still have a thousand words in my heart"

"Forget her" Yan Feng's simple three words, Changjun's heart was cold, and he looked up with a sad smile.

"I'll try to forget her"

Sure enough, Yan Feng still knows his mind best, no matter how many years he has been apart, he still knows his dedication to Qianyu, which is the seed buried in his heart when he was young, and it has already taken root and sprouted, how can he forget that it can be done in three or two sentences and a few years?

Although this night is long, but for some people, Changjun is in Yan Feng's room to catch up, this time is naturally too fast, but it is bitter Qianyu is waiting for him in the courtyard alone, the time passes slowly and does not say, there is no one to chat with him.

The candle flame swayed, the figure of the person was stretched, the candle tears began to dry, the night was bright, the morning breeze sent bursts of autumn flowers, and the reddish in the falling flowers flew into the house, when Changjun left Yan Feng's room and was about to go back to the room, he caught a glimpse of the figure of the person who fell asleep in the courtyard out of the corner of his eye.

"Nianru? How did you fall asleep here? Changjun exclaimed, hurriedly stepped forward, and found that she slept soundly, I am afraid that she slept in this courtyard last night.

"Didn't I tell you to rest early? Why wait for me? ”

Changjun muttered a few words, and was reluctant to blame her, hugged her and walked to the room, just happened to meet Dr. Zhou who had just gotten up, this time Dr. Zhou blamed him indiscriminately, and he was very protective of his wife, and Changjun had to admit it.

"It's really not a long memory, how can it be so careless?" Doctor Zhou watched the back of Changjun entering the house.

"Yes, Mr. Zhou's lesson is that he remembered it below" Changjun turned his back to Dr. Zhou and smiled like a flower.

"Next time you are so reckless, the old man will scold, aren't you deliberately trying to smash the old man's signboard?"

Doctor Zhou went out without looking back, Yan Feng next door heard the voice and came out to watch a good show, he looked at the man who had been proud since he was a child and carried the sleeping woman into the house, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but be bright.

"I'm already going to be a mother, why don't you know how to take care of yourself so much? Dare to blow the wind and dew outside overnight, Nianru, this account will be settled with you in the future"

Changjun put down Qianyu and shook his sour arm, the weight of two people is really a lot, he used to always say that Qianyu was too thin, and he could lift her up with one hand, but now it can be regarded as a bit of weight, after all, there are goods in this belly.

Sleepless all night, Changjun returned to the room and slept with Qianyu, anyway, there was nothing to do, it was good to sleep with her, he didn't dare to slack off for a moment recently, he was observing her changes all the time, and after learning that those people didn't reveal a little bit of the news that they were here, he also thanked a few of them.

Speaking of which, all this is due to Qianyu, she treats them very well, she doesn't let them interfere in anything, and they can also eat at the same table, Changjun often says that they are subordinates, but she doesn't care so much, when she has nothing to do, she will wash their clothes, mend their clothes, and make a few pairs of shoes, of course, these things are done without Changjun, she doesn't dare to sew and mend other men in front of the vinegar jar.

She gets along well with them, and they naturally know how to repay her, and before she gives birth to a child, they will never reveal the news of her existence, after all, they also like the girl in front of her who is not a beautiful woman, and she is not much better than the ruthless Song Yan.

The day of Qianyu is counted before the winter, and the preparation of winter clothes has already been done, not only her winter clothes, but even the children have been prepared, but Changjun's has only prepared two sets, Changjun has always been unhappy about this matter, often saying that she has a child and forgot her husband, and now the child is not born so much to love him, I am afraid that his status will be gone in the future.

And now what makes Changjun even more angry is that she actually has to take advantage of the time to make a few sets of winter clothes for Yan Fengye.

It's not impossible to make winter clothes for him, after all, he is Yan Feng, he is Qianyu's brother, he shouldn't have minded, but she wants to make him three sets of winter clothes, and even he only has two sets, why would Yan Feng have more than him?

In the warm room, the fire under the window was crackling, and a shelf was set up on it, and a few undried clothes were placed on it, and the weather outside was getting worse and worse, and it seemed that a storm was about to come.

Qianyu got up early in the morning to do things, and she hasn't been so sleepy lately, so as long as Changjun gets up, she will get up, but today he seems to be very unhappy, and his eyes are staring at the half-made dress in Qianyu's hand without blinking.

"Do you care so much about a set of clothes?" As soon as Qianyu raised his head, he met his gaze, and immediately realized what he meant.

"A set of clothes? You said it easily, although it is a good set of clothes, but this is something you have worked hard to make, how can I not care? ”

"It's a stitch and a thread, but it's not hard at all, and it's boring and tight if you don't have anything to do, so you can just think you've found me a little work, right?" Qianyu spoke, embroidering a flower on the cuffs of her clothes, although the color was more elegant, but it was very suitable for Yan Feng's temperament, and she embroidered flowers on the cuffs of the three sets of clothes.

"I don't know what his name is, I don't know what he likes, I always think about what to embroider, it just so happens that Mrs. Zhou just taught me to embroider crape myrtle flowers yesterday, and I think this crape myrtle flower is the most suitable for his temperament, so I embroidered it."

"Well, it's the same as the word Jun on the cuffs of my clothes, it's good, he'll definitely like it" Changjun stroked the embroidery on it, feeling that he was really lucky, marrying such a smart wife, she can learn everything quickly, and the talents around her are worry-free.

"What? Don't care? ”

"I care, but what else can I do? Stopping you? Is my Mu Changjun such a cautious person? ”

"Yes, you just be careful, and don't admit it, if you are really generous, you will not care so much about me, such as ......"

"Like what? For example, who is up and who is down, is it right? It doesn't matter if the rest is true, I have to take care of it."

"Don't be serious, and you're not afraid that others will listen to the jokes, be careful that I sew up your mouth" Qianyu raised the needle in his hand and shook it in front of him, looking like he was about to take him down.

"Yes, he's just a bad guy, he has been like this since he was a child" Yan Feng stood outside the door and looked at the two people in the room, a trace of warmth flowed in his heart, there should be someone around him to take care of him, she is the best candidate, even if she is not a thousand words, it doesn't matter, as long as she treats him as before.

"Why didn't you know if you came over? What do you listen to on the sly? Changjun grabbed a pear fruit on the table and threw it out of the house, Yan Feng outside the house caught it like the wind, smiled lightly, and took a bite.

"Come in and sit down" Qianyu hurriedly invited him into the house, prepared a pot of good tea, and stuffed the finished clothes into his arms.

"These two pieces are done, you try to see if they fit, if they don't fit, I'll change them" Qianyu compared the clothes on hand with Yan Feng's height, and smiled with satisfaction.

"I think these two sets of clothes fit perfectly, what do you say? Yan ......" Changjun suddenly remembered that he couldn't call Yan Feng's name now, so it would be easy to expose his identity.

"You don't have a long memory, can't you not call your name?" Yan Feng turned around and looked at Changjun seriously, vaguely feeling that he should take a pseudonym, so that it would be convenient for him to call it.

"I think it's too, it's good" Qianyu's tone when he said this, full of pride, seemed to have a sense of accomplishment.

"As long as it's the clothes you make, I like it" Yan Feng stroked the embroidery on the cuffs, this is the national flower of Chu, he will never forget, this is also the only thing he has the status symbol of Chu, how can it be recognized in a sentence or two.