Song didn't dare to mention that it would rain today, so he only smiled, "It's not luck, it's also thanks to your family's ox cart, otherwise you will be caught in the rain if you cut the wheat and throw it in the field." ”

Seeing Song Chun's confession, the Wang family didn't want to say anything, and said with a smile, "You have a lot of family members and are capable, if you leave someone else's house, you won't be able to harvest the wheat overnight." ”

"Auntie, I haven't cooked at home yet, I'll go back first." Song said.

Who doesn't know that this rain has not stopped for three consecutive days, and the people in the village are worried.

Only the Yu family's food was not damaged, and after this time, the Yu family's attitude towards Yu Jiao has vaguely changed a lot, and they subtly feel that Yu Jiao's words cannot be ignored.

Mr. and Mrs. Yu Licorice did not stay long, and braved the rain to return to their in-laws' house.

Although the grain was recovered, but there was no way to use the mill to get out of the shell, had to be pounded a little bit, Yu Jiao saw it, but personally experienced the ancient poems in the "who knows the plate of Chinese food, the grains are hard" meaning, there is no industrial civilization, everything is not fake, everything comes to the hardships, especially in this dynasty where the people take food as the sky, food is too important.

Yu Jiao has been concentrating on making decoction for Yu Qizhen these days, and in her spare time, she will nest in Yu Qizhen's room to practice calligraphy.

Yu Jiao didn't like this long and complicated four-character sentence, and not long after copying, she was a little sleepy, but she forced herself to write, and the more she wrote, the more sleepy she became.

Yu Qizhen leaned on the head of the bed to read, for a while, he didn't hear the rustle of pen and ink sweeping the paper, and when he looked up, he saw that she was lying on the bookcase and fell asleep, although the pen in her hand was still grasping, the ink was stained on her porcelain white face.

Xu is because he slept soundly, and there was a thin layer of powder on the cheeks of the faint baby fat raised in the Yu family for several days, and the white and red were very beautiful.

Look closely, there is a small red mole with a light color on her eyebrows, like a faint cinnabar, lined with scorching eyebrows, and the round apricot eyes are now closed, and she can't see the usual cunning and charming.

He doesn't like her appearance that she is in control of everything on weekdays, as if she never really bothers anyone, and she never cares about everything, no matter when, she can withdraw and leave.

At this moment, the quiet and unguarded sleeping appearance makes people look at ease.

Yu Qiyu was shocked to realize that he had stared at Yu Jiao for a long time, although there was no one else in the room, the tips of his ears still quietly climbed a thin red.

He stood up and took a cleaned coat in the cabinet, draped it on Yu Jiao's body with a gentle movement, turned around and sat on the head of the bed to pick up the book, but he couldn't continue reading.

In fact, he had already read the books in this room more than once, and he was able to recite them almost all silently, pinching the books and sitting quietly for a while, Yu Qifu sat up again, took out a handkerchief from his sleeve, walked to the table slowly, dipped the clean tea, gently wiped it on Yu Jiao's face, and gently wiped the ink stained on her cheeks little by little.

Yu Jiao, who was sleeping soundly, was furrowed by the itch on her cheeks, and raised her hand to unconsciously scratch the things that were messing with her face.

Before Yu Qizhen could withdraw his hand, he was grabbed by Yu Jiao, and his weak and boneless little hand was attached to his knuckles, Yu Qizhen stiffened slightly, came back to his senses, and wanted to withdraw his hand, but the soft little hand pinched his fingers tightly, as if dissatisfied, pouted and pulled his hand to his chest.

Yu Qiyu didn't dare to pull hard, for fear of waking up Yu Jiao, he even breathed a lot lighter, and stood stiffly at the table for a long time, the hand that was grabbed by Yu Jiao gradually became numb, and the whole arm was unconscious later.

But the fingers that were pinched by Yu Petite's hands were warm, as if they were being burned by fire.

He just stood quietly, half of his body was numb, and then he moved his arms slightly, and his fingers slipped from Yu Jiao's soft palm.

Yu Qi was stunned, and laughed at himself silently, the little girl fell asleep at some point, and she had already loosened the strength of her grip on his hand, but he didn't know.

He pinched his numb arm lightly, and saw that it was already dark outside, and the people sleeping soundly on the table did not know when they would wake up.

After a little hesitation, Yu Qiyu leaned over and hugged Yu Jiao's delicate body, and slowly walked towards Yu Poria's room.

The weight of the person in his arms is very light, although Yu Qizhen is thin, but it is effortless to hold it, the slender waist is not a grip, but it is soft and tight, through the thin clothes, the warm skin seems to be within reach, Yu Qizhen's two arms stiffened, he took a deep breath, and then relaxed.

There is no one outside at the moment, Yu Mengshan has rarely been lying in bed since he has a prosthetic leg, and he is not idle, and he has been busy cooking wheat in the hall for the past two days.

Yu Qiyu gently pushed open the door of the side room, hugged Yu Jiao and was about to go to the house, Yu Lingling opened the bamboo curtain and walked in from the outside, at first glance saw Yu Qiyu holding Yu Jiao in his arms, his eyes widened in surprise, and he looked excited, as if he had discovered some great secret, and was about to open his mouth to speak, Yu Qizhen glanced at her.

Yu Lingling closed her mouth knowingly, only to realize that Yu Jiao was asleep.

She suppressed the excitement in her heart and whispered, "Why did Yu Jiao fall asleep?" Mother is ready, I'll call you to eat. ”

Yu Qizhen said softly, "Leave her food, and eat it when you wake up." ”

He lightly put Yu Jiao on the bed, but he didn't want the person in his arms to move, so he reached out and hugged his waist, as if he refused to leave the warm and generous embrace.

Yu Fuling blushed from the side, and dropped a sentence crampedly, "I'll go and help my mother serve the meal first." And he fled from the house.

Yu Qizhen was silent for a while, and was about to tear off Yu Jiao's hands, not wanting her to rub her little face on his chest, Yu Qizhen was tense, his breathing sank a little, paused, put Yu Jiao on the bed, ripped off her hands around her waist, covered Yu Jiao with the thin quilt, turned around and left the room quickly.

After being drenched in the cool rain outside the house, Yu Qiyu calmed down, Qingjun's eyebrows returned to his usual cold appearance, thinking that his body could not be drenched in the rain, he walked quickly to the hall.

When Yu Jiao woke up, it was already late at night, Yu Poria was doing needlework on the side, and found herself lying in the room, Yu Jiao sat up, her voice was a little hoarse with sleepiness, "What time is it?" ”

"When you first entered the sea, you slept soundly, and the little brother didn't let you wake up, and I kept food for you in the stove!" Seeing her wake up, Yu Lingling pursed her lips and smiled, deliberately mentioning Yu Qiling.

Yu Jiao remembered that she practiced calligraphy in Yu Qizhen's room before going to bed, and now she is sleeping on the bed, didn't Yu Qizhen carry her back to the room?

Thinking of his cold and dignified gentlemanly appearance, he will never get close to himself.