In the midst of the hustle and bustle, the sun on the sky gradually slipped down the cliffs. The once blazing and dazzling light that people dare not look at gradually softened, as if he had been strong for a lifetime, and when he was old, he slowly cultivated himself and faded away from the sharp old man, leaving only a kind gaze.

The sun rises and the sun sets. Seeing the sun set, the villagers who were busy in the fields began to pack up their farm tools and prepare to go back to eat.

Zhao Zhuang and the others went back, changed into clean clothes, and went to Song Jiu's house.

The evening song, who has been busy since he came back at noon, has already cooked the dishes and stewed vegetables. Keep it on the stove and keep it warm over a low heat, so that you don't have to reheat it again when you eat it. As soon as Zhao Zhuang and the others came over, they would burn the fire and fry a piece of meat, a small dish and a few zongzi.

Du Chun smelled the smell and came in and said that it was so fragrant, and it made people drool when he smelled it outside.

Laughing, Wan Ge threw Jiang Si'er down and stir-fried it with lean meat a few times, and when she saw that it was almost over, she threw some chili peppers and salt and stir-fried a few times before she took it out and put it on the plate. The meat that has just come out of the pot smells fragrant and makes a sizzling sound.

Du Chun watched from the sidelines, and sighed in his heart that he was really willing to put oil in the evening song stir-fry, and he didn't blink his eyes after a spoonful of oil. Like her, she is careful to fry a dish on weekdays, and she is even reluctant.

However, I have to say that the dishes fried with more oil are fragrant, especially the side dishes, which have an appetite just by smelling it.

"I'm out now." Saying that, Du Chun began to help bring out the freshly fried ginger shredded fried meat, and then there was help in and out to set the dishes and chopsticks, and scoop the fish soup.

The fish was originally braised red, but I suddenly thought that there were so many dishes, and there were not many people who simply stewed the soup.

Song Jiu had already moved the wine out, poured peanuts for the two and waited for them.

"The dishes are ready, let's eat!" Wan Ge put the last side dish on the table, wiped her hands and sat down.

Three dishes, one soup and one plate of zongzi, not a lot but also hearty, four people will not eat too little, it is very suitable. You can't make a lot of vegetables on a hot day, and you can't put them as long as in winter, and if you get too much, you may spoil them overnight.

The sky gradually darkened, and I don't know when the bright moon quietly peeked out of the cracks in the clouds, looked at the village with continuous lights, and quickly hid back like a shy girl.

Du Chun and Wange sat in the courtyard eating watermelon and talking about homely things, while Song Jiu and Zhao Zhuang were still sitting in the room drinking and eating vegetables, the two probably drank too much, and they didn't know how to talk about the two of them began to talk about today's affairs, where are the bandits, where are the corrupt officials. Some disagreed and quarreled.

The two people who were enjoying the shade outside heard the voice and looked back at the two people who were blushing, and they both covered their mouths and snickered.

"Song Jiu is good, sister, you can be regarded as bitter." Du Chun retracted his gaze.

"yes!" Wan Ge watched Zhao Zhuang compete with Zhao Zhuang for Song Jiu on the stool, and there seemed to be stars twinkling in her eyes.

The bitterness of the first half of his life is probably to meet him and the sweetness of the second half of his life.

Seeing Wange like this, Du Chun suddenly gossiped, lightly touched Wange with his elbow, lowered his voice and asked a few words, and in an instant, Wange's face exploded, even in the night, it was faintly visible.

The evening song was babbling for a long time, and the voice was pitifully small, and Du Chun was also close enough to barely hear it and suddenly exclaimed: "You said you are still ......"

"Sister-in-law, be quiet." Wan Ge was so frightened that she hurriedly covered Du Chun's mouth, glanced back at the hall, and was relieved to see that the two of them were still drinking and chatting over there and didn't notice the situation here.

Du Chun took away Wange's hand, knowing that he had reacted too much just now, so he quietly asked Wange what was going on in a low voice. It's been almost two months since she got married, and Song Jiu hasn't touched her once.

Looking at Song Jiu's painful evening song, it doesn't look like ....... What is Song Jiu's hidden disease? It's no wonder that Du Chun thinks so.

Wan Ge lowered his head and rolled his sleeves and whispered that he didn't know why, in short, he had been married for so long, and the two of them respected each other like guests, and they didn't go beyond the limit when they went to bed at night.

As he spoke, the heat on his face faded, and a sense of loss crept into his heart.

At first, she was even worried that Song Jiu would want to do that kind of thing. But whether it was the wedding night or the bed sharing for nearly two months, the other party didn't mean anything like that. She was glad again, but she felt a little uncomfortable in her heart.

Du Chun's face changed when he heard this, and he pulled the sign of the evening song and said to her earnestly, asking her to pay more attention.

"Sister listens to sister-in-law, although this matter is a little ashamed to speak, but you have to rest assured. He is the only one in the Song family now, but it's okay. But if people don't touch you after a long time, it's hard to guarantee that nothing will happen, and if you have a child, you will have to be harder when you talk at home. What's more, I don't know how many people have broken mouths now, if you look at Liu Fang and them, what is it said that they have nothing to do for a few years. You are a weak woman, and your mother's family can't help you with anything, if someone intervenes in the future, you won't even have a place to cry. ”

Du Chun has also seen too many such things, and he is so worried that he can't do it.

Song Jiu is indeed good to the evening song now, but the days to come are so long, who knows how long this love will last. What's more, the Song family is getting better and better now, and Song Jiu is a capable person, so I don't know if those fox spirits outside will stick to it.

Men are brainless, and a hookup may not be able to control their own messing. Wange is a weak woman, and her mother's family is unreliable, so it is difficult to guarantee that she will not suffer. If you have a child, at least you can speak harder.

"I'm ...... about it What can I do. Wan Ge hung her head a little dejectedly, her daughter's family was thin-skinned, how could she say this kind of thing.

"You have to be proactive. Don't be shy, it's a common thing between husband and wife. Du Chun, a person who came over, quietly made a lot of moves next to the ears of the evening song, and the ears of the evening song were so hot that they were about to smoke.

"This ...... Wouldn't it, too....... Too bold. Wan Ge's eyes were fluttering and shining, and the hand on his lap was twisted.

Du Chun comforted her and told her to rest assured. Men, there is a difference between not opening meat and having opened meat. As long as there is one time, the rest will naturally be logical.

"Think about it, if you don't take the initiative now, do you want to let those little goblins outside take the initiative?" Du Chun was afraid that the heat was not enough, and blew a gust of wind to Wange, saying that these days she heard a few ladies in the village gossiping, if it wasn't for Song Jiu marrying a wife, they all wanted to introduce their daughters to others.

"Now those people are just thinking about it, if you open a shop and life is getting better and better, it's hard to guarantee that no one will use their brains. Money can make ghosts grind, don't underestimate it. ”

People are like that, no one will look up to you when you don't have money. But once it is developed, even if it is a bad old man, he will catch up with people. Look at the rich families in the town, there are still many wives and concubines in the family, and there are still many people who want to step on the courtyard gate, even if they are concubines, they have a better life than being a poor wife.

"I ........"

"Sister-in-law won't hurt you, you can go back and think about it!" Du Chun didn't say much about it, and he stopped there.

At this time, the two people drinking in the room were almost the same, and Zhao Zhuang staggered out and smelled of wine. Du Chun stood up helplessly and helped the person, chattering while holding on. Zhao Zhuang laughed stupidly at people when he heard it, which made Du Chun's anger the same as hitting the cotton ball, not to mention how boring it was.

"That night's song, we'll go back first." It was already late, and people were still drunk, and it was inevitable that there would be another toss when they went back.

The evening song left no one, and sent them to the gate of the courtyard to see the people leave, and then turned back.

Song Jiu was lying on the recliner rubbing his head with his hands, compared to Zhao Zhuang, who was drunk and couldn't distinguish between east and west, north and south, it was obvious that Song Jiu was better, but it was not so good.

Wange poured a cup of herbal tea for people, and couldn't help but say that Song Jiu should not drink so much next time, the wine is too enjoyable, it is really drunk and uncomfortable.

"I'm happy to drink today." Song Jiu endured the nagging of his little wife, holding the tea bowl and grinning, that stupid look was no different from Zhao Zhuang who had just gone out. Seeing that Wange lost his temper for a while, he turned around and rolled up his sleeves and began to clean up the dishes and chopsticks on the table.

Song Jiu lay on the chair and looked at the busy figure in front of him, and he was a little fascinated.

The little wife was actually born not to say how beautiful and amazing, and even at the beginning, the yellow and thin face was thrown into the pile, which was very ordinary, only a pair of eyes were brilliant and glazed, which made people happy at a glance, so that Song Yu could see it at a glance.

After so many days of eating and drinking, the original thin body has grown meat, and the face is white and greasy. When you don't laugh, you are quiet, when you laugh, it's as sweet as a piece of sugar, and your eyebrows and eyes are crooked as if you can talk. Compared with the original, it is not a big change, but it is also a big change.

Thinking that all of this was his own credit, Song Jiu couldn't help but feel a little proud, and at the same time, he couldn't help but think about some unspeakable things in his mind, his eyes gradually deepened, and when he looked closely, there seemed to be something churning inside, which was quite dangerous and terrifying.

After the evening song was cleaned up, he saw Song Jiu with his eyes closed, looking like he was asleep. Screamed and walked over to help the person to the house, but his hand just stretched out and didn't touch the person, so he opened his eyes and stared at the evening song. The fierce look in his eyes saw that Wan Ge's heart tightened, and his steps subconsciously took a step back: "I just want to help you go to sleep in the house." ”

Seeing that it was evening song, Song Jiu's eyes quickly softened, rubbed his somewhat sore head, stood up and took Wan Ge's shoulders back to the house in a weak manner.

The big one was pressed on the shoulders of the evening song, heavy, and he was a little unsteady when he walked. It was best to help the person to the bed, but he was about to turn around to extinguish the oil lamp, but he was pulled back, and the evening song sat unsteadily in Song Jiu's arms.

"Was I scared just now?" Song Jiu hugged the person in a circle, and a pair of rough and calloused hands pinched the hands of the evening song lightly and heavily, as if he had something fun, but he was energetic.