Qing Rang had been sleeping unsteadily in the carriage, firstly, because the weather was cold and her limbs were cold, and secondly, the convoy was about to arrive in Nanxiang, but Feng Qian had not yet brought Jinniang back. She was afraid that she would not be able to sleep again that night, so she quietly got up and wanted to sit by the campfire for a while.

The squeaky sound of the dead winter leaves at your feet is heard clearly in the silence of the wild night. Qingrang looked at the bonfire burning, and felt that it should be very warm, but when she saw the man in white by the fire, she stopped. Along the way, she had hardly spoken to him.

"Don't you feel cold standing there?" Yu Zichen didn't look up at her, picked up the firewood and added another handful.

Qing Rang walked over, just about to sit down, he flew to sit where she wanted to sit, Qing Rang felt that he was deliberately against her, didn't want to argue with him, and walked a few steps to sit in his original seat, the temperature under her buttocks made her look at him sideways, did he deliberately want to give her the place where he covered the heat?

"Don't just sit there, I've baked sweet potatoes in it, turn them over, don't bake the mush." Yu Zichen threw the fork in front of Qing Rang.

Qing Rang sighed, knowing that he couldn't think about him, what to give up his seat, but just to make her work, but she was happy to help with the matter of baking sweet potatoes, "You can't do it for nothing, I'll take two when it's baked." ”

Yu Zichen frowned and nodded reluctantly, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth when she was not paying attention, he took out the flute on his waist, his ten fingers were churning, luck came out, and the melodious song floated in the forest.

Qing Rang looked at him with a sideways face, if such a man had always been like this, he didn't know how to calculate, how good it would be if he didn't have a city government, but if so, what was the difference between Yu Zichen and Fang Shijie.

"What do you think, my sweet potatoes are all mushy!" Yu Zichen snatched the iron fork in Qing Rang's hand, rummaging for sweet potatoes in the bonfire, Qing Rang looked at his jade flute and threw it aside, but he had never been dusty, but he bent over and pulled sweet potatoes vigorously.

Two black and round things appeared in front of Qing Rang, and the black carbon left traces on Yu Zichen's white clothes, "You only roasted two?" ”

He didn't speak, fanning the piping hot sweet potato.

"Only two, and you still promised me? Yu Fox, what are you going to calculate for me this time? ”

Yu Zichen looked up at her, there was something in his eyes that Qing Rang couldn't understand, but it was only for a moment, he lowered his head again, peeled off the black and charred part of the sweet potato, and handed it to Qing Rang, "You will bear what I promised you, I won't ask you what you can't afford." ”

"You're angry."

"Nope."

Yu Zichen got up, "It's better to rest early, Jin Niang was infected with the wind cold, so their trip was delayed, and now she has recovered, and she will come back soon." He knew what she was worried about these days.

"On that day, why did you deliberately lie to me and let me return to Linsu?" Qing Rang got up and took Yu Zichen who was leaving.

"When I picked you up from Asus that night, he asked me what to do if there was such a thing in the future, you might watch someone closer to you die suddenly, you might be more dangerous than that night, what to do then, I don't know the answer."

"Then you asked me to fulfill the ten-year covenant again, did you think of the answer?"

"No, but you sent it to the door by yourself, if you don't pick it up cheaply, I won't be Fang Shijie's fool."

Kiyo sneered, "What do you mean I send it to the door myself!" Qing Rang walked up to Yu Zichen with a sweet potato and put a sweet potato in his hand, "I am because my father and mother have taught me well since I was a child, and I must be honest." ”

Yu Zichen held the sweet potato, raised his eyebrows and smiled, "Yes, Miss Duanmu is naturally of noble character, and it is not something that ordinary people like us can catch up with." ”

"I am not only virtuous, but also shrewd, this sweet potato is considered to be sold to you, I don't want your silver taels, but I want you to reduce ten years to five years!"

"Sure enough, this sweet potato is really precious."

"You can choose not to." Qing Rang reached out to take it, and Yu Zichen raised his hand to dodge.

"No, I want it, deal!"

Five years, who knows how many times he can multiply his time in five years.

The bright moon was hanging in the air, the bonfire was scorching, Yu Zichen and Qing Rang sat in a row to eat sweet potatoes, wiped their hands and wiped their mouths after eating, Yu Fox had a high temperament and blew a song again, Duanmu girl supported her head with one hand but fell asleep.

In the dream, it was warm.