The old man looked at the dishes on the table and was silent for a long time, then slammed my head with chopsticks, and said angrily: "Stinky girl, you are wasting my dishes like this when you wake up with your father-in-law?" Such a large table can be eaten by a few people! Were you fooling me a few days ago, deliberately clearing the porridge and side dishes to starve me to death? ”

I rubbed the top of my head, it hurt him to knock on the ground......

Beiyu Jinchen couldn't help but laugh and coughed a few times to cover up.

"You didn't buy groceries the other day." I took a mouthful of rice and slurred.

The old man knocked me with his chopsticks again, "You dare to quibble!" ”

This time, it directly knocked me into tears, and a mouthful of rice choked in my throat, and I couldn't go up or down.

The old man put all kinds of dishes with chopsticks and put the bowl high on the ground, for fear that someone would rob him.

Although the dishes on the table are complete, they are mainly light, and in the days when I was in the palace, Wan Niang once mentioned that Beiyu Jinchen was like to be light, and he was seriously injured and had not healed, so he really needed to be lighter.

But I've always been spicy and unhappy, and this is not the same between us.

"Doctor, where is this?" I digressed and turned to the old man who was gobbling up.

"Qinggu County." He replied vaguely.

I hadn't heard of this county, so I asked, "How far is this from Linzi Town?" ”

"If you walk in a straight line, it will take an hour or two, but there is no straight line, so you have to climb a mountain and ride a horse for a day or two."

"So far away......" thought about how to go back, reached out to pick up a chopstick dish, sandwiched for a long time, found that nothing was clipped, and the sight was projected, and there was only some soup left.

The old man burped contentedly and stood up and stretched. "The stinky girl remembered to wash the dishes, old man, I want to go to bed."

He literally used me like a maid......

Grab two mouthfuls of rice casually, get up and clean up the dishes and chopsticks.

I went to the kitchen with a bowl, the basin was full of water, and the rice grains in the bowl floated on it, and I was half-squatting and rolled up my sleeves, and my fingers were dragged up before I could reach into the water.

Beiyu Jinchen turned the back of my hand over and pointed to the small wound on it. "Don't touch the water lately."

The temperature of his palms shifted, and I hurriedly withdrew my hands. "How can you be so squeamish, in Liufu before, the work was much heavier than these."

"It's different now." His voice was clear, word by word.

"What's the difference?"

He sketched a faint smile and replied, "Because I'm here." ”

Although I tried my best to be calm, I couldn't help but feel warm and sweet.

He dragged me back into the house and rummaged through the medicine cabinet himself, but none of the small bottles were labeled.

He put the medicine on the tip of his nose and sniffed it, picked up a bottle firmly, unplugged it and wiped the wound on the back of my hand with a cotton ball dipped in some powder.

I was terrified and wanted to withdraw my hand, but I didn't feel good, and I was in a dilemma.

He seemed to see my thoughts, and said helplessly: "I have learned some pharmacology, don't worry." ”

The powder sprinkled on the wound stabbed violently, and I took a breath of cool air.

He rubbed the potion softer, and when he was done, he blew lightly, and the warm breath relieved the pain.

"I'll wash, you stay."

But...... "I'm worried about his injury, he is just getting better today, and he can walk around soberly, and it won't be good if he pulls the wound again."

He rolled up his sleeves as he walked to the kitchen. "It's just washing the dishes, it won't affect the wound."

I couldn't dissuade him anymore and stood on the threshold to look at him.

The sunlight slanted into the room, projecting on his distinct face, quiet and beautiful.

His uncrowned black hair slid down his shoulders, and I walked over to pull it back, his head tilted slightly, his eyes dark.

"When you're better, we'll go, okay?" I asked him, not knowing if it was because of his injuries or because he didn't want to leave.

"Okay."

I carefully rested my head on his shoulder, pursed my lips and snickered.

The sun jumps on the eyelashes, and the golden light smears on the horizon.

It was the first time since I was burned by fire that year that I had let go of all my guards.

In the afternoon, the fire in the house is warm.

The big yellow dog in the yard ran into the house and slept around the fire, wagging its tail and wagging its ground, which was very cute.

I threw a meatball at it, and it drooled and looked at me pitifully, completely devoid of the slightest sleepiness it had before.

Looking sideways at him, he was sitting on a chair with a medical book flipping through it, his slender white fingers turning the pages up, and the yellowed pages made a crisp sound.

The long eyelashes occasionally flutter with the eyes, which is extremely beautiful.

I looked at him, and he suddenly raised his eyes, and I quickly turned my head in fright, only to hit the window edge and hit the golden flower.

He curled his index finger slightly against his lower lip and chuckled.

I felt embarrassed, said a word to go out for a walk, and then lifted the curtain without looking back and went out.

As soon as I stepped out of the threshold, my ears buzzed, my heart beat faster, and the sweetness gushed out of my heart, flowing down the corners of my mouth.

Physically exhausted, he knelt on the ground holding on to the corner.

Rolling up the sleeves, dark red marks are wrapped like a mandala, looming.

Ten spices, just when I almost forgot, the toxicity started to kick in again.