Looking at Zhao Dashan, who entered the room with a tray, the soybeans smelled the aroma and felt even more hungry. You're welcome, got out of bed, put on shoes and sat down at the table obediently, waiting for Zhao Dashan to eat together.

The chicken noodle soup made by Mrs. Zhao herself, in a large bowl is thin hand-rolled noodles, with two meatballs, a large chicken thigh, and a few green vegetables.

Suddenly, the soybeans were born, and I was able to eat three bowls in one go.

The two of them sat opposite each other and ate noodles, and at first the soybeans were still biting in small bites, watching Zhao Dashan eat huhulala, and soon half a bowl of noodles went down.

She suddenly felt that she was hypocritical, and she was no longer reserved, but ate as usual. In Zhao Dashan's eyes, he still felt that she was a girl after all, and she was so quiet when she ate, and there was no sound at all.

Zhao Dashan was almost finished eating a bowl of noodles, so he slowed down, waited for the soybeans, and gave the chicken thighs in the bowl to the soybeans. The soybean hurriedly clipped it back and shook his head: "I can't finish eating." ”

I ate most of the bowl of noodles, and I couldn't finish the soybeans. I ate chicken thighs, meatballs, and a small half bowl of noodles.

She touched her stomach, looked at the noodle bowl again, and became entangled. Eat it, it's too strong, don't eat it, the rest is a little ugly. blamed himself for his big eyes and small belly, and when he didn't eat, he should give Zhao Dashan a little.

Zhao Dashan saw his daughter-in-law touch her belly, sat there and struggled, and hurriedly stopped her chopsticks and asked, "What's wrong?" Full? ”

"Well, I can't eat it." Huang Dou looked at Zhao Dashan in embarrassment.

"If you can't eat it, you won't eat it, fool." As he spoke, Zhao Dashan changed his hand, picked up the bowl of soybeans and poured it into the bowl where he still had a mouthful of noodle soup, and finished eating it again.

He didn't dislike his leftover rice bowl, and Huang Dou felt that he might not be able to eat it if he changed it. However, my heart is still very useful, and there is a feeling that he does not dislike me, and he must love me very much.

Zhao Dashan ate noodles, and Soybeans turned around to make the bed, but the quilt under the bed was too thick and had to be pulled out. Otherwise, if you go to bed one night, you will have prickly heat.

changed the bed and brought the thin mattress from her mother's house, and put on the red sheets, and turned her head to see Zhao Dashan looking at her with burning eyes.

"What are you looking at?" Huang Dou gave him a smile and a blank look.

"Look good-looking." Zhao Dashan actually stopped.

"Is it pretty?" Huang Dou touched his face and leaned over: "Do I look good with makeup today?" ”

"Beautiful, it's the most beautiful bride I've ever seen, are you your own?" Zhao Dashan touched the light pink scar on Soybean's forehead. At that time, it was here that the soybeans put on petal makeup to hide their scars.

"Well, I've been practicing for a long time, and I feel like I'll be able to make money by applying makeup to others in the future." Huang Dou also reached out and touched her forehead, there was a scar here, even if she had bangs, she still minded a little.

"You don't have to put makeup on others, you can just show me, and I'll give you all the money I earn, okay?"

"Nope." Huang Dou took Zhao Dashan's hand away: "Yours was originally mine." ”

"Then I'll try to earn you more, it's okay." Zhao Dashan grabbed the hand where the soybean touched the scar: "Don't touch it, it's all red." ”

"Still, it's a little ugly." Soybeans care about it in the end.

"Fool, it's not ugly at all, don't believe it, you look in the mirror yourself." Saying that, Zhao Dashan pushed the soybeans and walked to the dresser, and there were two copper mirrors on the dresser.

In fact, Zhao Dashan really wanted to buy two glass mirrors for Soybean, and his little girl deserved the best things. It's a pity that it's too expensive, a glass mirror is rare, not to mention two sides, next time you go to sea, you must bring two glass mirrors back to soybeans.

The bronze mirror is very vague, and only two vague figures can be seen, and Huang Dou remembered the palm-sized small glass mirror given to her by her brother: "Where is my dowry?" ”

"In Westinghouse. What's wrong? Zhao Dashan asked strangely.

"There's a glass mirror in there, it's clear, my brother gave it." Soybean's words made Zhao Dashan's heart sour, why was he so wooden, and he didn't remember to buy a mirror for Soybean.

It's really stupid, Zhao Dashan wants to beat his head twice.

But you can't blame him, Huang Dou was only nine years old when he left, and he was still a little girl. He didn't take her seriously at the time, and when he came back, Huang Dou had become a big girl, and he was moved.

"Let's take a look." Looking at the soybeans who were full of interest, Zhao Dashan nodded, picked up the oil lamp on the side and lit it, and pulled the soybeans to the West House.

The hall of Zhao Dashan's house is the same as all other homes, a long cabinet that can be used to put incense burners for ancestral tablets.

In the middle of the room there was a square table made of mulberry wood, and a bench on each side.

The Westhouse was empty, only one bed was placed in the corner, and even the bed was piled with soybean dowry.

In the light of the oil lamp, Huang Dou easily found the small box she was looking for and hugged it, and beckoned Zhao Dashan, who was holding the lamp, to come over: "You help me carry this box to the room." ”

Huang Dou pointed to a box that was exactly the same as her hand, Zhao Dashan walked over and hugged it with one hand, but he didn't pick it up at once.

He looked at the soybeans strangely, and thought, what is in this, so heavy?

"I'll help you get the light, that box is a little heavy." Huang Dou wanted to hold the box with one hand and help Zhao Dashan get the lamp, but who knew that the box in his hand couldn't hold it and went all the way down.

She hurriedly grabbed the box and hugged it up.

"You give me the box in your hand." Zhao Dashan put the oil lamp on a large wooden box next to him, and reached out to pick up the box in Soybean's hand.

"Okay." Huang Dou handed the box in his hand to Zhao Dashan, watched him stack the two boxes together, stretched out his hands, and hugged them.

"Let's go, now you take the lamp, look at your feet, don't trip." As he spoke, Zhao Dashan walked in front, and Huang Dou hurriedly picked up the oil lamp and followed behind.

When he arrived at the East House, Zhao Dashan looked around: "Where is the box?" ”

In the newlywed room, there is a dresser by the window, and there is a chair in front of the dresser. On the west wall was a square table with dragon and phoenix candles against the door, and on the table were the empty bowls they had eaten, as well as a few plates of snacks and dried fruits.

On the north side is a large bed against the wall, covered with red sheets and quilts. There was a wooden shelf next to the bed, on which was a large box, and next to the box was a wardrobe against the east wall.

There was also a chair in the room, on which the clothes that Soybean had changed after taking a shower were resting. Huang Dou hurriedly walked over and picked up his clothes: "Put it on this." ”

As he spoke, he took out a stack of large and small wooden basins from under the bed, picked out a large one, put his clothes in, and pushed it under the bed.

Walked over, moved one of the boxes above to the dresser, and began to take things out. It's all her old habits, and soon a dresser will be full.

Zhao Dashan watched the soybeans fiddling with interest, whether it was better to put the jewelry here or where. These two vases of flower arrangement are still with the bronze mirror station.

This box of flower head rope is still placed on the window sill, thinking about it, Huang Dou leaned over and put the box with the head flower head rope on the window sill.

The two vases should also be moved to the windowsill, and tomorrow let the mountain go out to pick some fresh flowers and come back to insert them. Soybean moved the vase by the bronze mirror to both sides of the windowsill.

After tidying up for a long time, Huang Dou remembered to turn out the palm-sized mirror and look left and right.

After taking the photo, he pressed the scar on his forehead with his hand, as if he could press it down.

Zhao Dashan walked over and grabbed her hand: "Don't press it, it's time to sleep." ”

Huang Dou turned his head to look at Zhao Dashan: "I'm not sleepy yet." ”

"Let's take the bowl to the stove, and we'll go around by the way." Huang Dou looked at the two empty bowls on the table and pushed Zhao Dashan, she was indeed too full to eat, and she had to eat it.

The light on the other side of the stove room has been turned off, and the empty bowl is sent to the stove room in the dark with a tray, and Zhao Dashan is holding the hand of soybeans all the way.

"Watch out for the threshold, slow down, there are steps." Zhao Dashan was afraid that the soybeans would fall, so he walked in front and carefully advised.

Because Zhao Dashan was going to get married, Aunt Zhao and Xiaoyu moved to live with Zhao Dachuan last month.

At this moment, a large courtyard suddenly fell silent, and there was only the sound of small footsteps of the newlyweds walking by.

Entering the stove room, Zhao Dashan fumbled and put the bowl and tray on the stove, turned around and prepared to go out.

"Let's wash it." Soybeans squinted hard at the furnishings in the stove in the dark night.

"No need to wash it, let's wash it tomorrow morning." Zhao Dashan felt that it was a bit troublesome to light the lamp and wash the dishes.

"Let's wash it, if you get up late tomorrow, your mother will see it, how bad it is." Huang Dou insisted, didn't pay attention, and didn't change his name to call his mother.

"Okay." Zhao Dashan let go of Soybean's hand: "You stand up, I'll light the lamp." So saying, he went to touch the flint.

Light the oil lamp, and the little couple washes the dishes in the stove room with the oil lamp, but Zhao Dashan washes it, and the soybeans look at it.

After washing, wiping his hands, and blowing out the oil lamp, Zhao Dashan turned around and hugged the soybeans: "Let's go, go around, and consume food." ”

There was no moonlight at night, but he could barely see the road in the yard, and when he walked to the yard, Zhao Dashan let the soybeans down, and the two of them walked back and forth in the yard holding hands.

"Doudou, are you happy?"

"Happy, what about you?"

"I'm so happy, I don't know how to describe it."

"I can spend this life with you, and I will never envy the mandarin ducks or immortals." Huang Dou thought about it for a long time and barely came up with one. It's really embarrassing for her, and she can't say: "The Spring Festival is worth a thousand gold." ”

"What else?" Zhao Dashan was unexpectedly interested.

Do you still have to take the poetry test on the wedding night?

Soybean tilted his head and thought about it, and slowly read out:

"You and I are very affectionate; There are many places, hot as fire; Take a piece of clay, twist a you, shape a me, break the two of us together, and mix it with water; Twist another you, and shape another me. I have you in the mud, and you have me in the mud; I was born with you and died with the same coffin. ”

As soon as he finished reading, Zhao Dashan turned around and hugged the soybeans. His hands were strong and strong, but they trembled slightly.

After hugging him tightly for a while, Zhao Dashan picked up the soybeans and walked to the new house: "It's not early, go to bed." ”