An Lan also felt very strange in his heart, and he couldn't figure it out for a while, so he didn't think about it anymore. Looking at the green vegetable seedlings that had sprouted in front of him, An Lan's mood also improved.

"After a while, the beans on the edge of the land will grow taller, and we will make thin bamboo next to it, so that the beans can grow up."

An Lan turned to her husband and said.

Xiao Rui looked at it, and then nodded to An Lan.

said: "In the past few days, I will go to the mountains to cut some bamboo and come back, and by the way, I will make a stronger bed for Xiaoliu." ”

Xiao Rui lowered his voice when he said the last sentence, which sounded in An Lan's ears, thinking of Xiao Liu's originally sturdy little bed, which was now tossed by the two of them, and it was about to fall apart.

An Lan instantly understood what her husband meant, and was ashamed, and her face was red from her cheeks to the roots of her ears at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Widow Zhao looked up and saw An Lan's face flushed and thought she was suffering from heat stroke, so she stepped forward to support An Lan in a hurry, and said, "Oh, An Lan, you are suffering from heat stroke, hurry up with Uncle Zhao to enjoy the cool under the tree." ”

An Lan blushed, walked embarrassedly and said to Widow Zhao: "Uncle Zhao, I ...... I'm fine, I'll be fine in a while, you leave it alone. ”

"Ouch, look at you stupid boy, people are not made of iron, what are you doing so hard? The body is your own, and you have to treat it well. ”

Then Widow Zhao said more anxiously because she was worried: "Let's go, hurry up and go to the tree to rest for a while, look at how your face is red?" ”

"Uncle Zhao, I'm really fine, but I suddenly feel a little hot, which doesn't affect me." An Lan comforted.

Widow Zhao treated An Lan as her own child, and said a little unhappily when she saw An Lan's appearance: "That's not good, go over there to rest, it's not too late to do it after a while." ”

An Lan couldn't resist Widow Zhao, so she could only stare at her husband helplessly, and then went to the shade of the tree with Widow Zhao's careful support.

Xiao Rui also had an imperceptible smile on the corner of An Lan's mouth when he left.

Widow Zhao unscrewed the kettle for An Lan, and asked An Lan to drink some water before asking, "An Lan, what did you just stare at Xiao Rui?" ”

An Lan, who was drinking water, was suddenly choked with tears and snot by Widow Zhao's question, "cough, cough, cough, cough ......".

Frightened, Widow Zhao hurriedly patted An Lan lightly on the back.

Xiao Rui also hurriedly rushed to An Lan's side when he heard the sound, and wiped the dirt on her face with a hand towel.

"You kid, what are you doing in such a hurry? And no one is robbing you. Widow Zhao patted An Lan's back and said helplessly.

"Ahem, cough, cough..."An Lan coughed for a long time before coming back to his senses.

"Whew...... Almost choked me to death. An Lan smiled bitterly.

"Poof" Widow Zhao looked at An Lan's appearance and couldn't help laughing, "Who made you drink so quickly, why did I ask you what you were doing staring at Xiao Rui, did you choke on, did you do something wrong?" ”

Widow Zhao said jokingly, An Lan's face turned red unconsciously, she didn't find that she loved to blush so much before, why now when she talks about this, An Lan's face seems to be out of control.

"Say you're still blushing?" Widow Zhao is also rare to see An Lan's appearance as a little woman, and she also thinks it's funny.

"Okay, Uncle Zhao, don't make fun of me." An Lan scratched his hair embarrassedly and said.