It is said that the landlord Xiao still has someone to support him in the town, and the eldest son is a famous butcher in the village, with land, land and money in his hands, and Xiao Rui, who was favored by Xiao Chunhua, became an unlucky egg.

At his age, there are several children of his age who can make soy sauce, but the girls in the village are afraid of offending Xiao Chunhua, so they don't dare to have the slightest crooked thoughts about Xiao Rui, for fear that one of them will lose their own family.

An Lan stared at Guan Liu for a long time, and the words of refusal stuck in his throat, and his lips opened and closed, but in the end, Xiao Rui called "Little Liu" outside, breaking the strange atmosphere.

Guan Liu didn't wait for An Lan's answer, and hurriedly ran out of the house, and An Lan breathed a sigh of relief.

Doctor Xiao is kind to her, but she is very sensible, and she knows clearly that kindness and affection are two different things, in short, she will repay him in the future, but not with her body.

After figuring it out, An Lan drank porridge happily.

In the next few days, Xiao Chunhua did not come back to trouble Xiao Rui and her, and the grandmother's family of the original owner did not come to make trouble.

The wound on An Lan's leg also dried up.

After another ten days and half a month, An Lan can basically walk on the ground, but Xiao Rui will bring a bowl of black potion to her after three meals a day, although her leg injury is almost healed, but he doesn't seem to plan to stop the medicine for her.

On the eighteenth day of staying in the hospital, before dawn, An Lan got up and walked into the kitchen.

There are pumpkins, sweet potatoes and a few wild vegetables in the kitchen, and there is not much rice in the rice tank, which is afraid that Xiao Rui has been rations for half a year, but the porridge he brought her in these days is thick, she is not a fool, he is afraid that he will get all the rice in the porridge into her bowl.

She bent down and was about to wash rice when a cold voice suddenly came from behind her: "Are you hungry?" ”

An Lan was startled and turned around sharply.

I saw a man standing at the door, he was wearing black clothes, the placket was slightly open, and his wheat-colored chest was faintly visible, revealing a sense of ascetic beauty.

An Lan was stared at by him like this, and felt like a thief, and said squeakily: "I want to make breakfast for you." ”

"No need, if the food in this kitchen is not properly distributed, we will all starve by the end of the year, you go out, I'll come." Xiao Rui strode forward and took the wooden spoon used to wash rice from An Lan's hand.

An Lan looked down at the rice spoon that was snatched back, glanced back at him and said, "My leg shouldn't be a big problem, from today onwards, I can help you do things." ”

Xiao Rui turned his back to her, scooped up a small half bowl of rice from the rice bowl or even a little less, and put it in an iron pot, then turned around and said: "If you really want to help do something, then help me wash my clothes, there is a stream behind me, go and wash there." ”

"Okay." It's just a laundry, it's hard for her.

An Lan turned and walked out of the kitchen.

Xiao Rui turned his head and stared at her departing back, and it took a long time to come back to his senses......

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By the stream, there are already many village women squatting on the stone steps to wash clothes.

An Lan found a relatively flat stone step, squatted down, put his clothes in the stream to get wet, and concentrated on washing his clothes seriously.

But at this moment, a call came from the opposite side: "Anlan! ”

When An Lan heard the prestige, he saw a thirty-five or sixteen-year-old village woman squatting on the stone steps opposite, she was wearing a floral blouse, blue pants, and her hair was neatly coiled behind her head, and smiled at her: "It turns out that those rumors are true, An Lan, how is your new house being built, what do you need, tell your aunt." ”