The faint collision, like each other's suddenly accelerated heartbeat, is intoxicating. This is still the first day that the second elder left.

After another two days, Nalan Lan'er's meal had been made decently, but the chopped firewood left by the old man was completely used up.

Wushuang's arm had improved, and he was able to walk around the yard with the burning stick that Lan'er had prepared for him.

"Bang!"

Lan'er's weak body, under the warmth of the sun, is like a willow branch with a soft body, light and lovely, but the strength is also very weak, the heavy stone axe was finally picked up by her, but it was extremely gentle to put down.

The movement seems to be very large, but the firewood is still a whole piece of firewood.

Lan'er was a little discouraged and pouted in displeasure.

It seems to be waiting for Musou to solve this puzzle.

It seems that from the bandaging that day, she will subconsciously leave the problem to Wushuang, as if he is her backer.

"Use this!"

Wushuang pointed to a small stone axe in the corner.

"Good!"

Lan'er jumped for joy and ran over to pick up the small stone axe.

"Smash the rings in the middle, don't worry, follow that vein!"

Wushuang is very gentle, if it weren't for the fact that his arms and legs are still unable to coordinate now, how could he let the beautiful Lan'er do this kind of rough work?

His eyes were full of distress, and his tone was full of concern.

"Okay!"

Lan'er's voice was light, her small body lifted the stone axe hard, and then fell heavily, only to hear the "pop", the firewood was really chopped by her!

"It's a success!"

She happily stretched out her palm, colliding with Wushuang's non-disabled palm, and the joy of a small success almost buried her sorrow for so long.

It seems that from the first day she was alone with Wushuang, she had forgotten those troubles.

And Wushuang has been looking at her with a bright smile, doting on her like treating her favorite child.

After a few tosses, the meal was ready, and the cool breeze of early autumn was very pleasant for the two of them.

"Lan'er, did you grow up here?"

Wushuang tasted the food with taste, and then asked this sentence that had been hidden in his heart for a long time very casually.

Intuitively, he felt that a light and agile person like Lan'er should not belong to this isolated small mountain village.

But her beauty is so similar to the temperament of the mountain village.

"Ahem!"

Lan'er, who was about to send porridge to her mouth, coughed desperately when she heard his words.

"It's all right! Be careful! ”

Wushuang stretched out his hand very naturally, gently caressing her back, and the other inconvenient hand also clumsily helped her wipe the rice grains squirting from the corner of her mouth.

But Lan'er suddenly pushed his hand away, turned around and ran into the house!

The rest of Wushuang, who was at a loss, hurriedly sorted out his crutches, struggling to keep up with her.

Because I was in a hurry, I forgot the threshold of the hall, and I fell to the ground with a "bang".

Hearing this, Lan'er hurriedly came out to help him up, and hurriedly asked him, how is it?

But Wushuang grabbed her hand as if she was afraid of her running away, and asked her:

"Why the hell are you running?"

Lan'er shook off his hand lightly, carefully checked his injuries, and helped him back to the dinner table after seeing that there was no major problem.

The rest of the time, she didn't say a word.

Wushuang felt that the weather in early autumn suddenly became cramped.

In the days that followed, Lan'er didn't talk much, but she was more diligent than ever.

She carefully took care of Wushuang's daily life, and in order to make the food delicious, she often followed the people in the village to the mountains to pick fresh ingredients.

But she didn't smile much.

When eating, he also kept a certain distance from Wushuang, always quickly took a few bites of food, and when Wushuang was willing to chat, he always had an excuse to leave.

She never gave herself time to be idle, but even so, the work at home was quickly done by her.

She was reclining in her room, looking through the lattice at the leaves.

"Lan'er, why are you avoiding me?"

Suddenly, a slightly painful voice came from under the windowsill.

"Need something?"

As soon as she heard Wushuang's voice, Lan'er immediately sat up from the bed reflexively and asked worriedly.

"I need you."

Wushuang's voice, sonorous like a stone axe chopping wood, made Lan'er's heartbeat, like his natural touch last time, suddenly uncontrollable.

She has never understood love, but she is obviously aware of Wushuang's love for herself.

His affectionate eyes softened her heart every time.

Every time he makes a subconscious move, it is like the two have known each other for a long time, and they are particularly natural and intimate.

When Lan'er found out that she had unconsciously become accustomed to his presence in such a short period of time, the whole person suddenly panicked.

She is just a woman with three years of life, carrying the hatred of a family, and a wanted criminal of the imperial court, who does not even have an identity, she doesn't even know if she will survive in this world in the next hour, where does she have any qualifications to get along with an excellent man in brocade?

Of course she had to run away, and she had to run away, because it was her only option.

Therefore, after listening to Wushuang's words, she was silent for a while and said:

"What do you need me to do?"

"I need your company, your presence, Lan'er, I find myself unable to leave you."