Shen Jinyun took the wooden door and left, after a "squeak", Jiang Yijing threw off the suffocating quilt, the cold wind held her in her arms, the cold made her tremble, and hurriedly put on the rustic jacket on the side, she always seemed to forget that this was winter.....

In ancient times, the clothes were a little troublesome, there were ropes and straps everywhere, Jiang Yijing tied the last knot, and when he was disgusted with it, the wooden door opened again with a "squeak", and Jiang Yijing raised his eyes quietly.

"Wife, I've seen you for a long time, ...... future," Shen Jinyun walked over with a broken porcelain bowl that was missing in his hand, stood in front of her, and explained.

Before Jiang Yijing had time to put on her shoes, she subconsciously stood up and took the bowl he handed over, her two little feet were still bare.

She's really not used to being served, she's still a man, a nominal husband, no, an insider.

Shen Jinyun pressed her on the bed and sat down, squatted down to put on her shoes, her eyebrows were warm, "Wife, you can't freeze anymore." ”

Wei Liang's hand grasped her ankle, Jiang Yijing shrank subconsciously, but was forced into her shoes by Shen Jinyun.

Jiang Yijing's eyes widened and she was stunned, at a loss, she didn't come back to her senses until her shoes were on, and when she saw Shen Jinyun looking up, she hurriedly picked up a spoon and stuffed it into her mouth to hide her panic.

However, water! It's all water! How many finger-sized white red worms are there?!

It's not like that, even if you're poor!

Jiang Yijing looked at Shen Jinyun stunned, Shen Jinyun seemed to know what she was going to say, and said with some embarrassment, "There is no food in the house, this sweet potato is still handed over by Aunt Lin next door, that's all, the third brother has gone to the county town to change food, and I don't know when I will come back, wife, will you just go?" ”

Looking at his somewhat dull expression, Jiang Yijing sighed slightly, and knew how the original owner was harsh on them on weekdays, and the temper that had just been born seemed to be extinguished at once as if there was no fuel.

She picked up the spoon and scooped a few spoonfuls casually and put them on the cabinet beside her, the sweet potato was dry and tasteless, and it was really hard to swallow.

"Wife-kun?" Seeing Jiang Yijing put down the bowl, Shen Jinyun asked.

"Let's go, let's go." Jiang Yijing waved his hand, his tone a little impatient. But also, how can a person who has steamed rice to eat no matter how poor she is, accept such a gap, not to mention that she has been in fine clothes and food for several years.

Shen Jinyun lowered his eyes, and his voice was as gentle as ever, "Yes." ”

The wooden door squeaked and closed again, and the room was suddenly deserted, and suddenly it seemed to be a little more chilly.

Jiang Yijing lay down irritably and rolled on the bed, staring at the dark roof, and involuntarily began to think about ways to make money in his mind.

Shen Jinyun went out, and another man who looked seven points similar to him looked at him, "She doesn't eat?" ”

Shen Jinyun nodded.

"That's it, it's like this, and I don't know who will be sent away next." Shen Zixuan sighed and pushed the wheelchair away, his thin back inexplicably desolate.

Shen Jinyun retracted his gaze and looked at the broken bowl in his hand, not knowing what he was thinking. Suddenly, as if a decision had been made, the eyebrows became wide and a little less gloomy.

He walked to the kitchen and carefully poured the sweet potatoes and water from the soup bowl into the pot and warmed them, for fear that they would spill a little.

Jiang Yijing went out, glanced around, and saw only Shen Zixuan sitting outside the house, his slender fingers holding bamboo blocks and weaving a half-formed basket, just in time to see Shen Jinyun coming out of the kitchen, and asked, "What about people." ”