An Yin was taken aback, ignoring the infinite light of spring, grabbed the wet clothes on the ground, and rushed into the forest.

A shelf was built out of twigs for the fire to bake clothes.

An Yin immediately shook off the clothes and hung them up, eager to dry the clothes instantly.

sat down by the fire, saw Qin Jian roasting pheasants, didn't look at her legs, felt that he was too careful, and people didn't look at her legs at all.

remembered the joke Zhao Qing made, saying that men look at women, eighteen-year-olds look at faces, twenty-eight look at chests, thirty-eight look at legs, and forty-eight-year-old men look at hips.

Although this guy is arrogant and domineering, he is not yet 28 years old, he is the age of looking at his face, and he is still far from the stage of looking at his legs.

Thinking of this, An Yin calmed down and sat down next to the heap.

Looking at the pheasant that had been roasted and browned on the fire, he swallowed his saliva.

I didn't eat for a day and starved to death.

"Is it cooked?"

Qin Jian glanced at An Yin, when she looked at him, she either disliked it or looked like a ghost, but her eyes lit up when she looked at the roast chicken.

Affection is not as good as these two pheasants in her eyes.

Thinking of this, I can't wait to take these two pheasants to feed the dogs and not give them to her.

"Aren't you afraid of me?" Qin Jian tore off half of the burnt pheasant and handed it to her.

"The third young master has always been true to his word, and what he has said will not count." An Yin deliberately provoked him.

Qin Jian glanced at her, too lazy to pay attention to her.

"Actually, there are so many beauties in this world, you are so handsome, what beauty do you want, you can't get it? Why do you always bully me? Anyin blew the pheasant cold, and took a big bite, his mouth was full of oil, and he wanted to swallow his tongue, this bastard still has advantages, at least the roasted chicken is delicious.

"You think I'm handsome?"

"Handsome." Anyin annoyed him with being a scoundrel, this can't be denied, no matter his appearance, figure, or temperament, he is all handsome.

"Do you regret breaking up with me?"

"I don't regret it, I'm a good girl from a good family, how can I always fool around with you."

"Otherwise, I'll take you. If you behave well, I'll correct you. Qin Jian joked half-truthfully, and an imperceptible tingle flashed from the depths of his eyes.

"Concubine?" An Yin stood up with a 'whoosh', her eyebrows straightened, "The surname is Qin, if you don't mind being a cowherd for me, I will sleep with you once for a dollar, and sleep until you are exhausted and die." ”

"Exhausted and dying? Just your little body? Qin Jian was funny.

"I don't need my body, I can get rid of you in a thousand ways." An Yin sat down and bit the chicken hard, as if it were the bastard sitting opposite.

"Phew!" Qin Jian disagreed.

After the two of them finished eating, it was already dark, and the stars were dense overhead.

An Yin lived in the back mountain and knew that the scenery in this valley was extremely beautiful, but she didn't expect it to be like this.

Qin Jian didn't mean to go back to the house, picked a leaf, leaned his back against the tree pole, put the leaf to his lips and blew it gently, it was a folk tune in the south of the Yangtze River.

The song is about a woman whose husband is working hard outside the home, and the wife is at home waiting for her husband to return.

My husband has been gone for many years and has not been heard from.

She had heard that every night, by lighting a lamp outside the house, she would be able to bring her husband back.

So, she lit a lamp outside the house every day, and then she sat at the window and looked at the lamp every day......

An Yin remembered that when she first heard Qin Jian tell this story, she once asked Qin Jian if her husband had come back.

Qin Jian said at that time, "If someone is waiting, he will go back when he dies." ”