Taking advantage of Yao Yun'er's time to cook in the stove room, Yuan Wu cut the pigweed, filled the trough again, and looked back, he saw that the smoke of cooking had risen from his stove, and the small courtyard was also full of the fragrance of food, and Yao Yun'er's jade-like little face was reflected by firewood, looking red and fluttering, gentle and pretty.

Yuan Wu looked at it, but his heart fluctuated, he was hidden here, he didn't have the idea of marrying a wife and starting a family, he married Yao Yun'er and entered the door, just because he needed a woman by his side, if he married a rough woman in the countryside, he could be safe in the future. But it was such a flower-like little wife who married into the door, and she was so virtuous and sensible, so that when a man thought of the future, he smiled bitterly, in the final analysis, he was ashamed of others.

Yao Yun'er didn't know what Yuan Wu was thinking, she squatted in front of the stove, adding firewood to the stove wholeheartedly, just thinking about letting the man eat a hot meal as soon as possible. The smoke and fire in the stove room only choked her and coughed, but she couldn't care about it at this time.

Suddenly, she saw a big hand take the firewood in her hand, add it to the stove, raise her eyes, and see the tall figure of the man squatting beside her, and said to her: "There is a lot of smoke here, you go out first." ”

Yao Yun'er was stunned, and when she saw Yuan Wu's expression as usual, she said softly: "I'm used to doing all this, you're tired for a day, so let's go and rest first, and the meal will be ready immediately." ”

Yuan Wu glanced at her at this time, and saw that she had a pair of clear eyes, but her pink little face was stained with some firewood ash, which made him feel dumb when he looked at it.

He stretched out his hand and wiped the ashes off her face for her, and when he saw that her little face turned red for a moment, he said softly: "I'll make a fire, you go cook." ”

Yao Yun'er lowered her eyes, only said a slight "um", and handed over the matter of lighting the fire to Yuan Wu, while she stood up and went to the stove to make dinner.

The man's heat was well controlled, and it didn't take long for the choking smell of smoke to fade away, and the stove room was quiet, only a few "crackles" came from the stove from time to time, and in addition, it was the sound of Yao Yun'er chopping vegetables, which was extremely peaceful.

The man's face was reflected by the firewood, flickering bright and dark, Yao Yun'er looked at it casually, only to see that his side face was like an axe, thick eyebrows were black, he squatted there quietly to add firewood, revealing a few traces of serious and awe-inspiring taste, which made people daunting.

The two had dinner, Yuan Wu closed the door of the shop, and when he returned to the house, he saw Yao Yun'er sitting in the candlelight, sewing the shoes in his hands wholeheartedly, and he didn't even notice that he walked in.

In the candlelight, the woman's little face, which was as white as a beautiful jade, revealed a touch of redness, and because of her young age and slender body, she looked even more beautiful. And the long black hair was all curled up behind her head, like the appearance of a little daughter-in-law, with a stitch and a thread, but the gesture was indescribably gentle.

The tall figure of the man stood there resolutely and straight, he stood with his hands in his hands, the expression on his face was still deep and restrained, and he didn't know what he was thinking, he just looked at her like that, until Yao Yun'er received the last stitch and raised her head.

Looking at each other, Yao Yun'er was stunned for a moment, and then a touch of shame appeared in her eyes.

"What are you doing?" Yuan Wu approached and saw that she was holding a pair of black cloth shoes in her hand, thinking that they were made for Yao's father, but he didn't care about it at the moment.

Unexpectedly, Yao Yun'er handed him the brand-new shoes and said softly: "Xianggong, these are the shoes I made for you, you can wear them and show me, okay?" ”

When Yuan Wu heard this, his eyes moved, and he said in a low voice: "This is for me?" ”

Yao Yun'er's little face was flushed, and she didn't speak, only nodded.

Yuan Wu saw that her eyes were full of expectation, so he didn't say much at the moment, only took the shoes from Yao Yun'er's hands and put them on her feet according to her thoughts.

And when the shoes were put on his feet, the man's face changed, and Yao Yun'er on the side looked at it and said cautiously: "Is there something that doesn't fit?" ”

Yuan Wu didn't speak, he walked a few steps in those shoes, only feeling that every step was indescribably comfortable, like a pair of feet stepping on cotton, warm and soft.

But the sole of the shoe is thick, whether it is up the mountain or down the ground, it is not a problem.

Yuan Wu has always been accustomed to wearing hard-soled shoes, but now he is a little unaccustomed to wearing such comfortable shoes.

"These shoes are soft." The man's voice was so low that he couldn't hear it.

Yao Yun'er looked at his face, and didn't know whether he liked it or not, so she said with some anxiety: "The old people in the village say that the most important thing in a person's life is these feet, as long as the feet are comfortable, the person will be comfortable." Xiang Fair Day often has to go to the town to do business, walking a lot, it is inevitable that I will get tired feet, so I thought about making a pair of soft-soled shoes, maybe Xiang Gong wears them, and he will not be tired. ”

The woman's voice is very soft, although she is a woman, but she still carries the sweetness of her little daughter's home, which makes people listen to it in her ears, and she only feels that it is indescribable, but her eyes are so clear and clear, warm and moist, clearly reflecting the man's figure, as if to engrave him in the pupils.

The man's dark eyes moved slightly, he didn't speak, but his eyes fell on Yao Yuner's shoes, the two got married not long ago, if according to custom, the bride has to wear new clothes and new shoes in the days after they first got married, but the clothes on Yao Yun'er's body are not only half-old, not to mention, even the pair of cloth shoes on her feet are badly damaged, and even the toe of the shoes has been patched, although she has embroidered a few small flowers on it with ingenuity, but it is still very eye-catching.

Yao Yun'er noticed the man's eyes, and her little face turned red at the moment, and she couldn't help but shrink her feet into her skirt, hoping that her shabby shoes would not fall into the man's eyes.

When they got married, Yuan Wu gave a large dowry, and it stands to reason that the Yao family should prepare a rich dowry for their daughter, and the new clothes, new shoes, and new socks should be complete. But Yao Jiayi said that jewelry and clothes, and even a handkerchief was not prepared for Yao Yun'er, so she was sent into the gate of the Yuan family.

Although Yao Yuner became a parent, except for the wedding dress she wore on the day she got married, she didn't even have a new dress, and she still wore the clothes, shoes and socks she wore when she was a girl in the past.

She was the third daughter when she was in her mother's house, and the eldest sister and the second sister wore small and worn clothes, shoes and socks to give her, and she was petite, and those clothes and shoes naturally had to be repaired, changed, and they were even more out of appearance when they were worn on the body, and as for the patch, it was not surprising.

Although Yao Yuner has been wearing her sister's old clothes since she was a child, she is young after all, and at this time, facing her husband, she still doesn't want to let her shabby appearance be looked down upon by him.

"Why don't you make yourself a pair?" The man's voice was slow, looking at the little lady in front of him, his eyes as black as a deep pool, after all, there was a little pity and unbearability.

When Yao Yun'er heard this, her heart warmed, and two shallow smiles appeared on the corners of her lips, she only shook her head and said softly: "I don't go out on weekdays, if I make new shoes, it will be ruined." ”

When Yuan Wu heard this, his dark eyes were still deep and sharp, he didn't make a sound, he only stretched out his hand and took his little lady in his arms.

After these days of getting along, Yao Yun'er has become accustomed to the touch of men, she buried her face in Yuan Wu's chest, listening to his strong and powerful heartbeat, and only felt that her heart was indescribably steady. And this night, since the hibiscus tent warmed the spring night, until the twenty-eight-year-old bride could not bear it, the man did not stop.

On this day, Yuan Wu pushed the cart to the town to do business, and Yao Yun'er was idle at home, so she wanted to go back to her parents' house to have a look. She went to the stove room and boiled two jars of lard, one for her own food, and the other for her parents' house.

As soon as I stepped into the door of my mother's house, I saw my younger brother Yao Xiaoshan sitting on the threshold, looking like he was hungry, holding a bowl of brown rice in his hand, and there were no vegetables, just gulping and pulling.

Seeing Yao Yun'er, Yao Xiaoshan's eyes lit up, and he immediately stood up and greeted, "Sister, why are you back?" ”

Yao Yun'er saw that the courtyard was quiet, and she didn't see her mother and second sister, so she asked her little brother, "Why didn't you go to the field with your father?" Where did my mother and second sister go? ”

As soon as Yao Yun'er's words fell, Yao Xiaoshan spoke: "Sister, you don't know, our father sprained his back two days ago, and he is still lying in bed. No one did the work in the field, my mother and second sister also went to the field, I came back to eat first, and after eating, I had to go to work in the field. ”

As soon as Yao Yun'er heard that Yao Laohan sprained his waist, she became anxious and said to her younger brother: "There is such a big thing at home, why don't you tell me?" ”

Yao Xiaoshan scratched his head, but his voice was quiet: "My mother was going to tell you, but my father stopped me and didn't let me say it." ”

Yao Yun'er didn't bother, she just stuffed the jar in her hand into her brother's hand, and said, "I'll go see my father." With that, he walked towards the back room.

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