After Song Jiu sent the people away, he turned around and came back to see Wan Ge sitting alone in the courtyard stunned, and he didn't even notice that he had walked up.

"What are you thinking?"

Suddenly said and startled the evening song: "No, I didn't think about anything." His eyes fluttered and he didn't dare to look at Song Jiu.

Song Jiu estimated that he was afraid of touching people, so he didn't say much, but only let people go into the house to sit, saying that it was cold at night, and he was afraid of getting cold when he sat in the yard.

Wan Ge didn't think much about the mess in his mind, and got up and went into the house.

Looking at the back of the evening song, Song Jiu didn't know what he thought of, he shook his head and held the stick. The child walked to the stove room.

The oil lamp in the room flickered and jumped, and the dim light hit the side face of the evening song, adding a layer of shallow warm light to it under the heavy night, adding a softness. It's a pity that no one appreciates the scene, and the person concerned is full of thoughts about how to sleep after a while.

The elders don't like this family business, and they don't want to share the same bed at night, and they make a big fuss on the new night. And now it's different, it's just .......

The evening song was messy and didn't come up with a name, but waited for Song Jiu, who carried a bucket of hot water.

"Wash your face, soak your feet in hot water, and sleep well at night." Song Jiu handed the clean face towel to Wan Ge.

Hearing the word sleep, Wan Ge was excited, hurriedly washed his face and feet, and said that he would run when he went back to the house to rest. Song Jiu's face suddenly turned long, and he pulled the person back and sat on the stool strongly, and his tone was a little vicious: "Soak your feet well, what are you running." ”

Probably frightened, Wan Ge lowered her head, and the hand on her lap wrenched her clothes with some uneasiness. Song Jiu didn't see it, took a small stool and sat opposite the evening song, took off his shoes and socks and put them in the bucket to soak his feet.

The big and small feet touched together, and felt the feet below that were so tender that they were like the tofu sold by the six grandmothers in the town, and Song Jiu's heart rippled slightly. Although the little daughter-in-law is a little thin, her feet are small and tender.

Wan Ge didn't feel Song Jiu's unpredictable eyes, but looked at Song Jiu's feet in a daze.

Because of working in the field, regardless of spring, summer, autumn and winter. It is because of how rough the feet of the peasant family are and even covered with large. Large and small tears, long or short, especially in the heel position. But in addition to the feet, Song Jiu has several longitudinal legs that leak out. Criss-crossed scars. One of them was the size of a bowl, and there were some scars like fingernails, and I don't know how I got it.

"Scared?"

A low voice came from overhead, and the evening song raised her head, her dark eyes met her deep and bottomless eyes, making people feel that there seemed to be a fierce beast locked up in the depths, ruthless and dangerous.

"Scared?" Song Jiu asked again, only this time in a lower voice.

Evening Song inexplicably felt that something was pressing. On his shoulders, heavy discomfort, he thought about it and shook his head: "I'm not scared." "Just a bit of a surprise and ....... Astonished.

Song Yu retracted his gaze, raised his feet and put on his shoes and walked out of the house. Wan Ge always felt that something was wrong but couldn't figure it out, so he scratched his brain and didn't want to, wiped his feet dry and poured water into the courtyard. The bed went to sleep.

Probably really tired, as soon as the body touched the bed, the overwhelming tiredness swept over, and I fell asleep before I had time to think about it. By the time Song Jiu came back, the person on the bed had already fallen asleep.

Standing in front of the bed looking at the bulging hills in the quilt, listening to the steady breathing, Song Yu silently extinguished the oil lamp, and moved quietly. The bed hugged the newly baked little daughter-in-law and slept.

This night, Song slept very deeply, his whole body was warm, and when he woke up, the sky outside was already bright, and his side was empty and cold. I don't know if people get up early, or if they don't .......

The morning market in Yangjia Town is as lively as ever, with all kinds of sales shouting one after another, especially the vegetable market, which is really crowded.

Song Jiu's stall is at the end of the alley, and the location is a little off, so the business is naturally not as good as some stalls. However, because he doesn't like to add pounds and less to the guests, although the meat sold every day is not much, it is better than fresh, and over time, many regular customers love to buy from him, so the business is not bad.

"Eh, Song Jiu, why are you closing the stall so early today?" A familiar guest came over but saw that Song Jiu was closing the stall, and he had to sell until noon on weekdays, but now it was just less than the clock, so he immediately asked curiously.

While cleaning up, Song Jiu said that there is not much meat today, so it is selling faster than in the past.

"I think I'm afraid I'm worried about my wife at home!" Another fish seller next to him laughed and joked.

I've been setting up a stall here for so long, and everyone is familiar with each other, and they all know about Song Jiu's daughter-in-law yesterday. For this reason, two days ago, Song Jiu invited a few people to the building to drink two glasses of wine.

The regular customer understood and smiled and said congratulations!

"Thank you." Song Jiu didn't talk much, but it was not difficult to see that he was in a good mood.

After cleaning up the stall, Song Jiu bought a fish and some side dishes by the way, and planned to go back to stew soup for the little daughter-in-law to make up for her body.

After shopping, Song Jiu didn't stop and went back in the ox cart of the villagers. I didn't go far to the village, and I saw a little smoke floating on the roof of my house from a distance, and for a moment Song Jiu clearly felt that the days were different.

Wange was cooking in the stove room, and when she heard a noise outside, she got up and went out to look: "You're back." ”

"Huh?" Song Jiu put down the back basket and walked to stand in front of the person, looking at the short and thin person in front of him, with harmless people all over his body, the ghost envoy raised his hand and rubbed his head, and then said with a little disgust: "It's too thin, you have to make up for it." "I thought that I would buy more pig's trotters, chickens and ducks in the future.

It doesn't matter what you eat when you're alone, or even whether you eat or not, but now it's different, he's also a family man, and his life can't be as rough as before.

I guessed in my heart that I was afraid that I would have to go up the mountain.

Suddenly someone rubbed his head and the evening song was extremely unnatural, and just wanted to say that the person had already raised his hand and left, and he was inexplicably a little stunned.

"Is the meal ready?"

Wan Ge hummed and asked Song Jiu to wash his hands and prepare for dinner, while he went to set the dishes and chopsticks to serve the dishes, spinning around like a small spinning top.

Song Jiu walked into the main hall and looked at the table with only a pair of dishes and chopsticks, and frowned: "Where are your dishes and chopsticks?" ”

"I'll eat in the stove." Evening Song puts the soup on the table.

In the Jiang family, Wange has never eaten at the table, and gradually developed the habit of eating in the stove room, even if he is with his lover later, he has never been on the table.

"Go to the stove to eat, bring it." Song Jiu's face was gloomy, and when he saw that Wan Ge hesitated, he simply went to the stove room to bring out the dishes and chopsticks: "Since you marry me, you are a family, how can a family have two places to eat, what is this going to say." "He doesn't like those rules when he comes quickly, how comfortable the house is, and he suffers from looking at it with some rules.

Song Yu directly pulled the person to sit on the stool, and viciously asked the evening song not to eat in the stove room in the future.

Holding the bowl and looking at Song Jiu who was pouring wine, the evening song suddenly chuckled.

In fact, Song Jiu is not as scary as he remembers, he just has a fierce face and a bad speech, but his heart is soft.