The cabin was uninhabitable, but he didn't want to let me do this after staying in the mountains and forests for the night, and we ended up resting in the cave.

The cave was halfway up the mountain, and he had to carry me to go up, and there were soft cushions made of soft grass, soft fabrics, and quilts embroidered with dragons and phoenixes.

What surprised me even more was that the urn on the fire was boiling broth, and the fragrance was overflowing.

"This is the rabbit I hit, it's cleaned up!"

Told me all the way that although he is a demon, he also knows people's customs, does not like to eat raw food, prefers to use salt to process food, or burn or boil, or roast or stew, most of the time, in addition to meat, he also likes to eat some grass leaves and melons and fruits.

He said it very jerkyly and obscurely, and it seemed that he really didn't know anything about the food in the world, but I clearly remembered that he secretly learned a lot of dishes because of my partial eating.

I've drunk this rabbit soup, and it tastes the same as I remember.

Even though I was still unconscious, even though I was already on the grass at the bottom of the valley when I opened my eyes, I remembered all the warmth and thoughtfulness in the confusion.

I know that he has been here to take care of me for the past few days, and I also know that this morning, when he sensed that I was about to wake up, he secretly took me to the bottom.

I knew it, but I didn't say anything, and I played stupid with him.

It's as if none of us know anyone, no one remembers anyone, and the past is buried in the bottom of our hearts, and we say polite words with respect and restraint.

I said thank you, and said no more.

At night I lay in the haystack, and he sat by the fire, and I always felt his gaze, near or far, warm and cautious, touching me.

After a while, he was either not in the cave or he took me into the valley, made me a fishing rod, and pushed me to the river to fish, while he continued to toss the wooden house.

Because I didn't know much about building, I scratched my ears and cheeks, tried for a few days, and then ran to the nearest village, caught the carpenter and asked for a way, and after changing the nails and shelfs with others with game, this wooden house finally had a look.

In the cool autumn, the wooden house was finally built, and it was one of three small cabins with a hollow partition and a dome, and although the cover was rough, it was very beautiful.

When I was fine, I would throw away my fishing rod and collect some long, lush grass seedlings, dry them, tie them up with a rope of straw, and silently put them aside.

When the hut was ready, half of it was placed on the roof, half of it was piled at the bottom, and the rest of the crumbs were piled aside and placed with the dry wood.

Like a fool all the way, he only knew how to make a house, and after making a big wooden house, he knocked two small ones, one for the kitchen and the other for the firewood room, I saw that he was in full swing to learn the craftsman to make the stove house, but I never remembered that the house he lived in needed furniture such as wooden beds and tables.

Maybe I was acting well-behaved, he wasn't as vigilant as before, and he would run up to me when I was a little troublesome, and sometimes he would be unhappy, and he would take me back to the cave from the bottom of the valley, saying that it was for me to rest.

I had nothing to do here, so I took the fish bones I ate, ground out a few bone needles, tore the fabric that I had brought from my dowry, and tore them little by little, and made some clothes and quilts.

Later, when it was cold, he finally reacted, lying on the floor of the wooden house, covered with several layers of quilts, and covered with thick straw, which could not withstand the cold in the snow.

So, in the first winter, we could only nest in the cave halfway up the mountainside, listening to the howling east wind outside the cave and the snowflakes flying in the sky.

He was afraid that I would be cold, so he wrapped all his cloak and cloth around me?

He was afraid that I would not be able to eat well, so he hunted wild game in a cave early, and hid it from me, stealing dried fruits hidden by squirrels and boars all over the mountains. Sometimes, I am afraid that the frozen meat will not be fresh, so I have to dig ice and fish for me to eat on the water surface in the ice and snow.

Between me and him, I gradually went from being silent at the beginning, to a sentence or two of greetings later, and finally to being able to get along with each other as a matter of course.

It took us a whole year to do this.

When the spring was getting warmer, the mountains were melting, and the greenery was shining, we moved back to the small cabin in the valley from the halfway up the mountain.

There was no damage to the hut, except for the hay on the roof, which had been blown out of shape.

When the spring flowers were blooming, I started to make tables, chairs, benches and beds along the way, and I would occasionally help, occasionally cook, and occasionally sew clothes for him.

Faded away from the gorgeous clothes when he was close to him, the days in this deep mountain and old forest seem to have returned to the tribe when he was young, and he has lived back to the pure days of that time.

I followed all the way, just like my father and mother, silently staying together and living quietly.

It's just that between us, it's too calm, nothing has happened, nothing has passed.

He said that he wanted to rob me to be the wife of the village, but in the end, he was alone, and he had no brothers, let alone the village.

I also said I didn't want to, but in the end, I still followed him, and when it was cold, I didn't care about it and brazenly drilled into his arms.

Even so, he never crossed it, and I never thought of going any closer.

It seems to be a good choice to stay together like this.

My love for men and women has cast a shadow, and the persecution in my previous life, every time I think about it, it still gives me nightmares.

I originally thought that he would do whatever it took to ignore my feelings all the way, but I didn't expect that he would be like a righteous gentleman, as long as I looked at me and made a move, he would immediately converge.

He was so selfless, so selfless that sometimes, I was a little suspicious of his original intention of robbing me of going up the mountain.

Isn't it possible that you just want to play a game of playing house, but there won't be any substantial progress?

This discovery made me frightened and guilty.

Others have done nothing, nothing has been done, why am I so worried and entangled in myself?

Spring is a very slow season, compared to the heat of summer, in this mountain, the flowers bloom very slowly, and the green leaves grow wildly.

On this day, I made the bed all the way, carried two small benches, one with me, and sat in the flat yard, looking at the mountains and forests in the distance in a daze.

I was thinking, I told me all the way, on the hillside, there will be red flowers, and in spring, the mountains will be full of red fire. Why do I watch here every day, but I still haven't waited for the time when the mountains are blooming?

Could it be that he saw that I was bored and deliberately framed me?

"Why is this water red?"

He looked down at the tea I poured into his clay pot and frowned.

The clay pot was burned with mud and fire when I had nothing to do, and it took two months to burn it before I could barely have these two.

"Boiled with mountain flowers!"

I looked down at the tea, in fact, it was not very red, but the color of the clay pot was too dark, and the tea was red, and it was just a light layer of color. Read the latest chapter of "All the Way to the Tranquility Claw Book House" for free for the first time.