After a spring rain, the golden cinnamon branches will emerge pink and tender spores, the old leaves are thick and green, and the new leaves are delicate, which is very gratifying. Since returning from the city, Lu Mengjian has devoted himself to these flower seedlings, in addition to watering and loosening the soil, he has been staring at the flower seedlings in front of him motionlessly for a long time, and then holding a wooden stick to write and draw on the ground.

Before I knew it, two or three hours had passed, and by the time Lu Mengjian realized it, he had already missed the meal, so he beat his numb legs and hurriedly made lunch and brought it over. Lin Daimo was still extremely indifferent, lying on the bed eating and reading quietly, without even looking at her. But the two of them are fine.

On this day, Lin Daimo waited for a long time, but he never saw Lu Mengjian's figure, but the colic pain in his abdomen became more and more severe, and there seemed to be a breath rushing around in his lower abdomen, he tried his best to hold it for a long time, and finally couldn't bear it anymore and moaned quietly.

Lu Mengjian squatted in front of the Yueji flower garden, tending to the newly unearthed sprouts, humming a little song in his mouth, but he always felt uncomfortable in his heart. As soon as he raised his eyes, the sun had risen overhead, Lu Mengjian clapped his hands, ready to get some water to wash his hands, but heard a faint sound in the room, and when he arrived in the room, he found that Lin Daimo's face had turned pale.

"Hey, you...... It won't be toxic again, bear with it, I'll invite Uncle Seventh to come," Lu Mengjian turned around and was about to go out.

"Lu, Lu Mengjian, I want to change my clothes......" Lin Daimo struggled to endure the pain in his abdomen, and called back Lu Mengjian, who was walking out.

"Changing clothes?" Lu Mengjian turned around puzzled, "Isn't it the clothes you just changed yesterday, and you are in pain like this, you should see a doctor instead of changing clothes now!" With that, he walked out the door again.

Lin Daimo finally went crazy, "I want to be Gong, give me a night pot!" Lu Mengjian's face was full of black lines in an instant, and he stepped forward quickly, put the night pot on the side of the bed, and wanted to go out to avoid it. However, Lin Daimo's hands were already trembling in pain, and he couldn't untie his belt at all, so Lu Mengjian had to step forward again, untie Lin Daimo's trouser belt with both hands, and couldn't help but blush with shame.

Shortly after the previous daily meal, Lu Mengjian put the night pot next to the bed, and then hid outside the room to avoid it, and waited for Lin Daimo to solve it before entering the room to clean up, but he never thought that he would encounter today's situation, which has to be said to be a major challenge for Lu Mengjian, who has never been in love.

When the intestines that had been held for a long time were finally released, a "crackling" like a machine gun was heard, and an indescribable smell suddenly filled the room. Although Lin Daimo's abdomen was much more comfortable, he couldn't wait to dig a hole in the ground at this moment, and he was ashamed and angry with himself, and his face was flushed.

At this moment, Lu Mengjian twisted his face to the side, his originally red face was almost purple under the influence of this smell, as if there were hands in his stomach that were constantly stirring, and the sour breath kept coming up, Lu Mengjian held his breath, endured and endured, and finally controlled himself not to vomit.

In just one minute, Lu Mengjian has survived a difficult life. The battle finally ended, Lu Mengjian quickly poured out the night pot, rinsed it more than ten times before putting it to dry in the sun, and then went into the house to open the window to ventilate and clean up for a long time, and the air in the house gradually returned to normal.

When he looked at Lin Daimo again, his originally pale face had already recovered his blood color, but his face was still red with shame, and when he saw Lu Mengjian approaching, he unconsciously lowered his eyelids.

"That, Lu Mengjian, thank you......" Lin Daimo's voice was surprisingly small, but fortunately, Lu Mengjian's hearing was excellent, so he heard this mosquito-like subtle sound.

"What, I can't hear you!" Lu Mengjian deliberately put his hands to his ears and leaned to the side of the bed, but Lin Daimo's face burned again, and such a shy look made people laugh, which made Lu Mengjian want to tease more and more.

"I said, thank you," Lin Daimo raised his voice slightly, still hanging his head in embarrassment, just seeing the dirt on her skirt, he couldn't help but raise his head and glance at Lu Mengjian.

Due to being exposed to the sun every day, Lu Mengjian's originally fair face had already turned a dull wheat color, and coupled with an unbalanced diet, the whole person almost lost a circle, leaving only two big eyes flickering, which were particularly distinct on the bridge of his straight nose.

Although the facial features are exquisite, in Lin Daimo's eyes, they are no different from other women, and when they think of Lu Mengjian's life experience, they can't help but be a little disappointed, this woman is just a slave after all, and she is really not as knowledgeable as those educated rich women. Thinking of her rudeness, the warmth that had just risen in Lin Daimo's heart gradually disappeared.

Lu Mengjian was very surprised when he heard it, since he met Lin Daimo, this was the first time he said thank you, and it was after creating a bunch of filth in front of him......

"Well, you're welcome, this is what I should do," this was the first time Lu Mengjian had spoken so softly since the two met, and there was even a smile on the corner of his mouth. And this sentence fell in Lin Daimo's ears, but it became Lu Mengjian's servile answer, that is, the slave is naturally used to serving the master, and that thank you seems a little redundant.

"You're hungry, I'll cook," a grunting sound came from Lin Daimo's empty belly, Lu Mengjian remembered the scene just now, and knew that the other party had eaten badly, so he threw away some of the rice cereal left in the morning and remade some gnocchi with soup, which was warm and easy to digest.

The two still tacitly agreed without saying a word, as if the scene had never happened. After lunch, Lu Mengjian still went out to play with flowers and plants after cleaning up, while Lin Daimo lay helplessly on the bed, looking through the poetry book that he had read dozens of times, and lay on the bed for a long time, the bones all over his body seemed to be moldy.

However, Lu Mengjian let out a burst of laughter like a silver bell from time to time in the courtyard, and often said something as if talking to someone, Lin Dai couldn't help but put down the book in his hand and looked out curiously, although this woman was not likable, but people couldn't help but go and investigate.

Lin Daimo slowly moved his legs and hung his two calves down the edge of the bed, although he was still a little weak, he could almost support his entire body. For some reason, this poisoning seemed to drain all the strength of his body, and he almost didn't even have the strength to raise his arms, and he had seen poisoned people before, but he had never seen symptoms like himself, which was really incomprehensible.

After standing tentatively for a long time, Lin Daimo slowly moved a few steps on the stool. It's just that his legs are weak, and he needs to rest for a long time when he takes a step, from the bed to the door, but a few steps, Lin Daimo rubbed for half an afternoon before he came to the door with the support of the stool.

In just a few days, the courtyard has changed a lot. The originally empty courtyard has been planted with all kinds of small seedlings, and there is even a bunch of cabbage planted at the foot of the wall, and a vacant land is also sorted out not far from the vegetable furrow, and the soil is carefully turned. And Lu Mengjian was facing away from the door at the moment, squatting in front of the clearing, looking intently.

Lin Daimo looked at her for a while, but he didn't see her move a step, and his heart became more and more curious. Afraid that she would find out, she held on to the bench again and moved back to the bed step by step. As soon as he returned to the bed and sat down, he saw Lu Mengjian hurriedly walking into the room, as if he was thinking something.

"Husband, hey, this title is really awkward," Lu Mengjian rummaged through the boxes and cabinets for a long time, and finally opened his mouth to Lin Daimo, but the title of husband aroused Lin Daimo goosebumps, "Where is your pen, ink, paper, and inkstone?" "

"What did you say?" Lin Daimo felt incredible when he heard it.

"Your four treasures of the study, can you lend them to me?" Lu Mengjian thought that Lin Daimo refused to borrow it, so he changed his pleading tone, but it still made Lin Daimo frown.

"Four treasures of the study, what are you going to do, do you know how to write?" Lin Daimo was obviously very suspicious of this matter, but he still pointed to the small box in the corner, took the key and opened the box, only to see a set of pen and ink on a layer of dark red flannel.

Lu Mengjian polished the ink like a treasure, carefully held the brush, spread a yellowed piece of paper on the table and carefully drew the pattern, and led the arrow at the key point to note it in italics on the side.

"What are you drawing?" Lin Daimo finally couldn't help but put down the poetry book in his hand and asked, this woman, he couldn't guess it anymore.

"Now, I'll show you," Lu Mengjian carefully held the paper full of drawings to the bed, only to see that the paper was full of all kinds of flower pots, square or round or strange shapes, and the flower pots also vividly outlined many patterns of flowers and birds, and the side was densely filled with annotations.

Lin Dai looked at the drawings on the paper puzzled, "What is the use of painting these flower pots, and there are no flowers to plant at home?" "

"Well, you'll understand in two days," Lu Mengjian took the drawing with a smile, folded it very carefully and put it in his arms, and put the pen and ink back into the box.

At night, Li Dazhuang came back from the field, and just after eating, he heard Lu Mengjian's call outside the door. Zhong'er has been talking about the delicious meat buns every day since she ate the dumplings, and when she heard Lu Mengjian's voice, she naturally went out the door happily. Sure enough, Lu Mengjian put down the basket in his hand, only to see a few round cakes lying inside, and the greedy Zhong'er swallowed his saliva, but when he thought of his mother's teachings, he just stood aside and watched.

Lu Mengjian looked at Zhong'er's expression, couldn't help laughing, grabbed a piece of cake and stuffed it into Zhong'er's hand, Zhong'er looked at the bread in his hand, and then looked up at Aunt Li.

Aunt Li looked at Zhong'er's appearance, she was angry and felt pitiful, so she said, "You can eat it if the master gives it to you, but have you thanked the master?" "

"Thank you, Master!" Zhong'er blinked her big black and white eyes, and then ran to the side and took a big bite to eat.

"Mrs. Lin, it's so dark, why did you come here alone, what about Mr. Lin, are you better now? Come on, why do you have to bring so much food, there was so much meat in the dumplings last time, and this time I brought white flour cakes, it's too expensive. Aunt Li said, her face becoming more and more embarrassed.