After a full sleep, Wan Wan opened her eyes again and found that Feng Qingcheng had woken up. She pretended to have nothing to do and got up to cook a pot of porridge, and after helping Feng Qingcheng change the medicine, she went out again.

This time she went farther into the village, which was almost at the edge of the mountains. The villages are more clustered, with small bazaars.

Wan Wan wandered around the small market a few times and didn't find anyone selling pillows, but unexpectedly she found a stall selling ready-to-wear clothes. Most of the stalls are children's clothes, and there are only a few adult clothes.

With Wanwan's size, it is not difficult to pick out a set of ready-to-wear clothes, but it is difficult to pick a piece that Fengqingcheng can wear. So Wan Wan bought herself two sets of clothes, and bought a few colors of cloth, needlework, scissors and other things, and hurried home.

Feng Qingcheng was slightly surprised to see her come back with a lot of fabrics, and said, "I thought you went out to buy pillows." ”

Wan Wan's movements froze slightly, and she didn't follow his words, but asked, "Can you drink those jujube soups?" ”

Feng Qingcheng smiled slightly and said, "Drink." ”

Wan Wan looked at him and said, "It's better, do you want to go out for a walk?" ”

Feng Qingcheng felt that her expression was a little wrong, but she didn't ask more, she only nodded and said, "Okay." ”

Wan Wan emptied the small basket, hugged it in her arms and walked out of the door with Feng Qingcheng.

At this time, the crescent moon was already in the sky, and the two walked slowly through the mountains and forests under the moonlight. The small basket in Wan Wan's hand was quickly transferred to Feng Qingcheng's hands. She looked for the wild fruit tree as she walked, rummaged under the tree for the kernel that had rotted off the flesh, and threw it in the small basket in Feng Qingcheng's hand.

These fruit cores are not heavy, and Feng Qingcheng doesn't feel anything when he holds them in one hand.

The sky is still the moon overhead, the river is murmuring in the distance, and the soft and refreshing mountain breeze blows from time to time. Wan Wan walked slowly, and when she turned her head, she could see Feng Qingcheng looking over with a smile.

She suddenly felt that life was so comfortable and quiet.

I just don't know if this quiet in front of me is true without water.

She turned her head to look ahead and was about to sigh when a familiar plant burst into her eyes. The light sigh that had just come out of his mouth turned into a cheerful tone in an instant.

It is a large field of wild berries with a slightly sour taste and a sweet aroma unique to spring. Wan Wan plunged into the plant, picking happily, and thanking Cheng Wu hundreds of times in her heart.

These things that should not have appeared on this land were all in advance because of Cheng Wu, and there were wild ones.

The small basket in Feng Qingcheng's hand was already full of various colored fruit pits, and Wan Wan pocketed those berries with her skirt, until she couldn't pick them until she couldn't pick them, and looked at the wild fruit with a sigh of regret.

Feng Qingcheng said: "Why don't we come back later." ”

Wan Wan shook her head and said, "I'm very tired today, let's come back in a few days." ”

She finally picked a berry and put it in her mouth, turned around to look at Feng Qingcheng, and sighed again in her heart. It is said that the beauty under the moon is viewed, and it turns out that this law is also applicable to men.

The mountain wind blew in gusts of wind, and the berries ate one after another. Wan Wan finally came back to her senses, she coughed dryly, looked at the berries in her arms unnaturally, and reached out to pick some fruits to replenish the part that she had eaten.

Feng Qingcheng smiled: "Wanwan, I don't mind if you look at me for a while." ”

Wan Wan quickly picked the berries, got up and said, "I don't mind. ”

As she spoke, she walked over, pinched a berry, raised her hand and stuffed it into his mouth, and said, "The red fruit is the most blood-replenishing, you eat more." ”

With that, she went straight down the mountain.

Back in the hut, Wan Wan put the berries on the stone table, and then took the kernels to the river to wash. When she had washed it and threw it in front of the cabin, she was ready to rest. Before falling asleep, she deliberately leaned her head against the edge.

After several days of rushing, she was really tired, and in her dream a pair of legs stepped on the clouds. Those soft clouds like cotton wool are full of red, bright berries.

Warm sunshine, soft wind. Looking ahead, it was full of sweet and sour berries, and when he turned around, he could see Feng Qingcheng smiling behind him. That smile is really good to see everything in the world, and I don't feel bored and bored no matter how long I watch it.

The tenderness at the corners of his eyebrows and lips was like a pool of drunken wine, and the gentle shimmer in the warm sun made her heart ripple with the gentle waves......

Wanwan was awakened by the morning wind and the gentle chirping of birds, and when she woke up, she found herself on his shoulder again, and left a small piece of wet evidence.

She touched the corner of her mouth to confirm the identity of the wet mark.

I guess I ate too many wild fruits last night!

Well, it must be.

She was about to get out of bed silently, but saw Feng Qingcheng open her eyes. Wan Wan smiled at him twice, sat up and said, "The weather is good today." ”

Before she could finish six words, she jumped out of bed. Feng Qingcheng looked at her back, quite inexplicable. With her temperament, she used him as a pillow, and she would not have fled in such a panic.

He got up and moved his stiff shoulders slightly. The morning breeze passed through the window, and there was a small piece of coolness blowing on his shoulder.

Feng Qingcheng lowered his head and found that there was a wet mark on his shoulder. He couldn't help but be slightly stunned - this is ...... Tears or saliva?

After a moment's pause, he chuckled. Looking at her actions, eighty percent of them are saliva.

All morning, Wan Wan kept herself busy like a spinning top, fetching water, washing, washing rice, cooking porridge, ....... When she turned to Feng Qingcheng again and helped him change the medicine, her expression was already natural, and it couldn't be more natural.

At this time, the wet mark on Feng Qingcheng's shoulder had already dried, leaving a circle of suspicious traces. Feng Qingcheng didn't ask about the wet marks, of course Wan Wan pretended not to have such a thing at all.

After changing the medicine, Wan Wan took out the cloth she bought yesterday.

Most of the cloth in the small bazaar was woven by the peasants themselves, coarse cotton, fine cotton, coarse linen, and fine linen, and the appearance was very mixed. Wan Wan only chose two colors of muslin, one color has not been dyed plain white, the other color is light and almost white blue, I don't know what pigment is used to dye, the color is soft and pleasant.

If buttons and socks are also considered to be female red, then Wan Wan still has this skill. At least she'll know how to do two or three stitches.

Wan Wan had never made clothes, and she didn't know how to cut the fabric. According to the clothes on his body, drawing a gourd in the same way is a way to save worry and effort.

The clothes on Feng Qingcheng's body were all time-consuming and meticulous, and she thought that she couldn't do that, so she directly ignored the details and summed up a rough idea, and tried to put it together by making a small sample with paper.

Fortunately, the clothes of this time and space are not three-dimensional tailoring routines, and they are much simpler than what Zhi Wanwan imagined.

Seeing her series of actions, Feng Qingcheng hesitated for a long time, and finally asked, "Don't you want to make clothes for me?" ”

Wan Wan didn't raise her head and said, "Otherwise? ”